Page 8 of A Different Kind of Hooker

RapierHooker:My name is Heron. Heron Treyton.

What’sNextwEliza:Okay, let me look you up, so that I know you’re real. Too many nutjobs in the world to take your word at face value.

RapierHooker:Of course.

Eliza didn’t get back to me for almost two hours. As far as a personal presence on the internet, there wasn’t very much available when someone looked me up. My personal social media accounts were set to private, and I only shared those with my family and close friends. As for my position with the Rapiers and Fire Station No. Fifteen, there was information on both sites about my positions, experiences, and lots of photos with my team and/or fellow firefighters. Since the fire station did a lot of charity work, there were plenty of pictures of us with the community.

That was another thing that I had checked on before reaching out to Eliza Dodger. She lived in the same town that I did, so that’d made my decision to reach out to her easier. Had she lived across the country, I would have had to rethink things.

What’sNextwEliza:Wow. You lead a very interesting life.

RapierHooker:Interesting enough to come on your show?

What’sNextwEliza:Why would someone like you want to come on my show?

RapierHooker:I think that’s a conversation best had in person. How about you meet me for lunch, so that we can discuss it further?

What’sNextwEliza:I don’t know you.

RapierHooker:It’ll be in the middle of the day with plenty of people around. You can even bring a friend if it’ll make you feel safer.

I let out a low curse when she didn’t respond right away. I knew better than to suggest a meeting with a stranger over the internet. She didn’t know me, and only a woman with no regard for her safety would agree to such a thing. There were too many creeps out there in the world, and all you had to do was turn on the news to see that.

What’sNextwEliza:When are you free?

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Eliza~

As I stared at my phone, I could only conclude that I was out of my goddamn mind. No one with any kind of sense agreed to meet a stranger from the internet. I mean, the horror stories were everywhere. Yeah, I had looked him up, but how could I be sure that the person messaging me was the same person that I had stalked on the internet for two hours?

When he had given me his name, I had immediately typed it in the search bar, and Sweet Baby Jesus, was the man hot as Hades. The Rapiers’ page had been kind of enough to offer his stats, so I knew that he was thirty-three, six-foot-four, was over two-hundred pounds of solid muscle, and the site had also provided a very clear, very photogenic, very mouth-watering picture of the man.

Apart from his impressive height and build, Heron had dark blonde hair, green eyes, and from the smirk on his lips in the picture, a very sexy set of dimples on his stunning face. The man reminded me of Dima Gornovskyi, only with a touch more badass to him. Maybe it was because he played rugby, maybe it was because he was also a firefighter, or maybe he was just fucking hot and there was nothing more to it. Nevertheless, I had ended up researching his name, his team, and his fire station for almost two damn hours. While his personal social media accounts were set to private, his team and work ones hadn’t been. His fire station did a lot of charity work, so I’d gotten an eye full.

Still, there was no guarantee that it was really Heron Treyton on the other end of the phone. People stole other people’s pictures all the time on the internet. Catfishing was a real thing, and if not careful, it could also be a very dangerous thing.

RapierHooker:I’m free tomorrow and the day after that, but I have a match on Wednesday and Thursday.

I bit the inside of my right cheek. Was I really contemplating this? Yeah, he’d been gracious enough to allow me to bring a friend, but so what? It wasn’t like two girls couldn’t get drugged and kidnapped if the creep knew what he was doing.

Get a grip, Eliza. This isn’t the movie Taken.

I stared at his reply, and I knew that I couldn’t meet him without him answering my question to some degree. I needed a hint to why he reached to me, at least.

What’sNextwEliza:I know you said that you’d explain reaching out to me face-to-face, but can I ask how you even came across my channel?

RapierHooker:One of your episodes popped up on one of my social media feeds.

What’sNextwEliza:Really? That seems unlikely.

RapierHooker:I have insomnia, so I search random things when I can’t sleep.

My first instinct was to give him advice, but I quickly tapped that down. If I really was speaking to Heron Treyton, then he was a grown man and had probably already tried tricks to fight the insomnia. He was a professional athlete and firefighter, so he had to have great health care. Besides, he’d have to be stupid to take medical advice from a chick that made sugar cookies with salt.

What’sNextwEliza:Can I think about it? After all, how do I know that this is really Heron Treyton. How do I know you’re not some nefarious character with a gambling problem that’s looking to harvest my internal organs on the black market? That stuff happens, you know.

RapierHooker:Wow…okay. Uhm, will a picture suffice?

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