Chapter 6 Sweet Talk Your Way
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Emily sank into the sofa, watching James as he unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.
The partially open shirt revealed his defined abs... Damn, they were tempting, making her want to reach out and feel them.
She had to admit that with a body like his, it was no wonder he drove those rich women crazy.
But she wasn't one of those rich women.
As James leaned closer, Emily quickly raised her hand to stop him, her fingers pressing against his firm, warm chest.
She panicked and pushed him aside, sternly emphasizing, "Don't get any ideas. From now on, you're gonna be a good gigolo. And you'll work really hard to pay me back!"
With that, she pulled out her phone. "Your number, please?"
James observed her reaction, a hint of amusement on his lips. He took her phone and entered his number, about to save his name when Emily grabbed it and entered "Debtor Gigolo."
Straightforward, but maybe too straightforward...
James frowned, obviously displeased with the nickname.
But before he could protest, Emily's phone rang.
It was a new colleague calling to check on her since they were about to leave and she hadn't returned from the restroom, worried something had happened to her.
Emily brushed off their concerns and hung up. She then turned to James. "I'm going to say goodbye to my colleagues. Wait here for me."
"Okay."
*****
After quickly saying goodbye to her colleagues, Emily hurried back to James' box, only to find it empty.
She froze in place.
Did he run away?
From his debt?!
She pulled out the agreement James had signed and realized she had forgotten to get his fingerprint. If he had signed a fake name, the agreement was worthless.
Fortunately, she had his number.
Emily hesitated but sent him a text.
Emily: You're not here. Are you "working" right now?
Luckily, the message was sent, not blocked.
Meanwhile, outside the bar, James had just gotten into his luxury car.
He placed the suitcase on the back seat and picked up his phone, chuckling at the message.
Working? She sounded like a slave owner.
Was she really all about the money?
"Boss, we've just received news that Panther is making a move," his assistant John said as he started the car.
"Do you want to meet him tonight?"
"Nope," James replied, his expression turning serious, eyes filled with a hint of menace.
"He needs to show some sincerity first."
"Understood."
*****
Without a response, Emily couldn't help but worry.
Was he really going back on his word?
Pretending not to see her message?
To be safe, Emily decided to call him.
It didn't take long for the call to be answered.
"Hello?"
Emily breathed a sigh of relief. At least he answered.
"Where did you go? I came back and didn't see you. You didn't reply to my text either. You're not backing out, are you?"
In the car, James smiled and played along. "I'm not backing out. I just had a job to take."
"Oh, so you really were working!"
Emily's voice was excited. "Single session or overnight? Do you think you're doing good enough to get a tip?"
James frowned and asked sarcastically, "You seem to know a lot! Have you done this often?"
"I've only done once, and with you," Emily blurted out, then cleared her throat, and spoke seriously, "Anyway, I'm like your partner now, right? I have the right to know your earnings. So, how much?"
"Eight thousand!" James raised an eyebrow.
Partner?
His partner? His earnings were far beyond eight thousand.
Standing at the pinnacle of the business world, having conquered it all, he found everything boring. But now, this foolish woman added some fun to his life.
In the front seat, John was bewildered. Was James negotiating a new business deal?
How could it only be eight thousand? Their services weren't that cheap!
John glanced suspiciously at James through the rearview mirror.
On the other end of the line, Emily tried to advise this business mogul on making money.
"Eight thousand a night? With your looks, that's a bit low. Sweeten your words a bit, charm them, and I believe you can make over ten thousand a night... But if it's not negotiable, at least leave a good impression for future business."
James was both exasperated and amused.
What did she think he was?
He replied nonchalantly, "I'll try."
"Alright, good luck!" Emily cheered him on eagerly, adding considerately, "Do your best. I won't disturb you tonight!"
She even added, "Remember to transfer the money to me in the morning. I've already sent you my account number."
James, feeling both helpless and amused, barely managed a response before she hung up, as if afraid to disturb his "work."
James looked at his phone, a deeper smile playing on his lips.
She was greedy, foolish, and absurd, but... she was also quite entertaining.
*****
Tossing and turning all night, Emily kept clutching her phone, frequently refreshing to check her bank balance.
Finally, at seven in the morning, she received a transfer.
And the amount was five thousand dollars.
Five thousand dollars!
Emily sat up excitedly, unable to hold back her smile.
Guess her debtor worked hard last night!
If he could keep it up, she would pay off her credit cards in no time! Her three kids would never have to worry about food again!
Emily secretly calculated, rubbing her hands in excitement. Even her tone changed when messaging James.
"Thanks for your hard work last night! I'll buy you some supplements. Keep it up today! It'd be great if you could serve a few more clients!"
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