After quickly dismissing the group of guests’ downstairs, he rejoins me in my room and then says, “We have to talk.” Before walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge by me.

“Do you want to go home? Because if you do, I will arrange it tomorrow. I know you have been here too long, and this is clearly not your scene. But you must realize that this is hard for me, because I am so used to women who do anything for me.” He pauses for a split second while he stares out the window at something, then he continues, “It’s a bit strange for...