"By the way, can I take your coat?"  Ethan suddenly asks very politely what I'm not used to from him.  "Y-yes, here."  I take off my long brown coat and give it to Ethan.  He then also takes off his leather jacket.  His T-shirt clings to his jacket and it creeps up.  I see a piece of bare belly with beautiful tattoos.  I want to trace every black line with my finger, but my fantasy is broken when his shirt falls elegantly around his body again and I quickly turn my eyes away.  Ethan sits down on the leather sofa and pats the leather gently to tell me to take my seat.  I obey right away.  "So madam, what are we going to do?"  Ethan says.  I laugh and tease him against his shoulder.  'We're going to start with the 4p's.  Can you name them? '  I ask. I see Ethan has to think hard about my question.  When he frowns, he's even prettier.  "Uhm, price, place, promotion and ..." he thinks even harder now.  "And penis."  I never expected this answer and I burst out laughing.  'Seriously!'  I say sternly, holding back my laugh.  "Okay, sorry, Miss."

After half an hour of discussing marketing strategies, there is suddenly a hard knock on the door.  I am shocked but then realize that it must be one of the boys and I am glad that the door is locked. 
'Wait a second.'  Ethan says and he gets up.  He walks to the door, unlocks the door and opens the door ajar.  I hear people talking but I cannot understand what they are saying.  I lean a bit to the left to see if I can see who is at the door.  I don't see who's at the door, but I can see Ethan giving a £ 20 note.  Then he slams the door and I quickly slide back to my place.  When Ethan walks up, I see that he is holding a brown bag behind his back. Has he seriously had drugs delivered to the door now?  It makes me very uncomfortable and I actually want to get out of here as soon as possible.  I hate drugs.  'Is it already so late?  I have to go! '  I say quickly.  "Oh, but I just had something delivered for us.  Something you will really like Es. '  He says with a grin.  'No, I don't have to, I don't want to.  I do not use drugs!'  I scream hysterically.  What ever got to me to go to his room with him.  "Esmee, calm down!"  He takes the bag out and I see a big yellow M on the bag.  'Did you really think it was drugs?' He says almost offended and sits down on the couch.  In the meantime I had already got up to flee and sit next to him with relief.  "Oh My God, I'm so sorry!"  I say blushing.  I'm ashamed and put my hands in front of my face.  'It doesn't matter, I get it.  Of course I really look like a drug dealer. '  He says and he looks away.  I don't know whether he means it or not.  "Sorry I'm really sorry, I've had quite a bad experience with drugs."  I whisper.  He sits a little closer to me and then rubs my back.  It feels great and I feel more comfortable with him again.  'Do you want to talk about it?'  He asks sweetly and I nod.  It might be best to just tell him, at least he'll understand why I reacted so hysterically.  I take a deep breath and start telling.