Chapter 2: The Deal
900 Words
At the Lobby...
A tall, handsome man in a dark suit, resembling a mafia protagonist from a series, walked out of the elevator. He was accompanied by another equally handsome man, the owner of the hotel, named Patit or Tiger.
The two hansdsome men, figures of chilling authority, advanced. Six bodyguards, a wall of muscle and menace, surrounded them, their presence alone silencing the street. Anyone who dared to linger in their path quickly scattered, overwhelmed by the palpable threat.
"Chris, it's really late. Why don't you stay here?"
"No, thanks, not my thing," the mafia man declined his close friend's suggestion. He was there only to discuss a joint venture with his friend regarding a new casino business on a cruise ship they were planning to invest in together.
"Are you sure? If this is about privacy, I can arrange it. The entire top floor opposite my penthouse is available. Or if you want to sleep with some girls, I can arrange that too. Don’t forget, this is my hotel. "
"Still, not my thing," he shook his head. Someone like Chris or Christopher would be selective about sleeping with a woman, as he didn't like sharing his body with others. But if it were truly fresh and new, who knows!
"Alright, then," Patit didn't press further as he had already made a good offer.
"Just drop me off here. Go on with your business."
"Alright, take it easy. Think of this hotel as yours. If you need anything, let me know," Patit patted Christopher's shoulder before walking away.
The bodyguards knew their duty and exchanged glances as their leader gave orders once Patit walked away.
"Go get the car ready for the boss."
Four bodyguards bowed in acknowledgment of the command, while the remaining two, the closest aides, gestured for their boss to sit on the large sofa in the center of the lobby. They then stepped back to stand nearby, careful not to intrude on his privacy.
Christopher crossed his legs, exuding an aura of authority like a lion. However, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a beautiful woman in a tight red dress. Her striking beauty captured the mafia boss’s attention the moment he saw her.
And... she was walking directly toward where he had just sat down.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew closer as the two bodyguards knowingly stepped aside. The mafia boss raised his left hand, signaling the bodyguards to step back. As she approached, he subtly gestured for them to retreat further.
The sound of the high heels stopped right in front of him. The mafia boss remained seated, his expression calm, his eyes fixed on her sweet, oval-shaped face.
His sharp gaze made the woman’s heart flutter, her pale face flushing with heat. She felt embarrassed... but determined, reminding herself that she had made up her mind and there was no turning back.
But... did the man in front of her realize how much courage it took for her to approach him first? Importantly, she hadn't expected the host she had arranged to meet to arrive at the hotel lobby so quickly.
He was in a suit, looking both handsome and prominent. In the middle of the lobby, he was the strikingly handsome man sitting alone, which made her think he was the host.
If it wasn't this incredibly handsome man, then it couldn't be anyone else!
"How much?"
The woman's sweet voice asked directly and without hesitation.
Christopher raised an eyebrow at the woman in the tight red dress standing in front of him. Her sweet, oval face, with a small mouth and slight nose, and eyes that showed a hint of defiance, stared back at him.
"What do you mean, how much?"
"What we discussed during our call earlier," Anchisa bit her lip, her slender hand gripping her own skin as she tried to control her trembling.
He smirked slightly at the corner of his mouth, his gaze moving from her face down to her chest, then to her slim waist, and finally to her rounded hips and lower.
Hmm... a body that's… Intriguing?
But... is she a call girl?
No, if she were an escort, she wouldn't be asking him how much. So, does she think he's a male escort?
Hell... a mafia like him being mistaken for a male escort!
"Whatever you want to give," he replied in a deep, resonant voice that carried authority.
"I've never hired a male escort before. You're the first. I don't know how much to pay," the woman bit her lip, her previously confident eyes now showing a hint of anxiety.
She was misunderstanding him as a male escort, while he was amused by the idea of pretending to be one to get a free meal. Moreover, the woman in front of him was very much his type.
"First, as in?"
"I've never been with anyone before."
An intriguing offer for the mafia man.
"And... uh... if you can make me forget my ex, I'll give you an extra hundred as a tip."
A hundred... hey, that's amusing.
For a mafia like Christopher, he could throw away a hundred million from the top of a building, but this woman was bold enough to offer him a hundred baht.
She dared to challenge, he dared to respond.
"Alright! Just don't ask me to stop midway," he said.
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