The escort released him as if her arms had been scalded by the scorching heat of his skin.
She crouched down to the floor, picked his dress shirt and his trousers up, and handed them over as she turned her head away to the direction of the glass window.
The last thing he saw was twin circles of red stark across her pale face. "H-how r-rude can y-you be?" She stuttered as her words tumbled so quickly he almost didn't catch it. "I am your guest. You wanted to jump at me and didn't even bother putting me at ease. It is my first time being a—an escort. Consort. I don't know. I know what you expect of me but couldn't you even feed me something?" She demanded, and Chao Xiang noticed that her arms were trembling. "This escort… This escort…" Chao Xiang waited for her to finish. "I'm hungry."
There was another long, silent pause —so silent that he could hear the ticking of the grandfather's clock from the living room.
'I'm hungry…'
Those two words could make him feel some type of way if another escort had told him this same line with a seductive pout of her lips painted red, her smoky eyeshadow making her eyes appear naturally bright as she fluttered her natural/fake lashes.
At first, Chao Xiang would have assumed that the escort referred to his 'member' but unfortunately, no… This was a different escort with a mind that is also… Chao Xiang didn't want to elaborate.
At this point, he didn't even bother with the sexual innuendos because it was going to fly over her head and be thrown out of the window.
"Alright." Chao Xiang relented.
Perhaps, he was too fast when it came to having her, wanting her to be in bed pronto.
He should really take it slow this time, especially if she were a virgin.
He swore he would, but he wasn't the type to keep his promises.
It would be better for a man not to promise anything when he didn't have the intention of following through.
No big promises.
No high expectations.
Chao Xiang didn't even want to confirm his suspicion if she would repeat her words like an idiot.
She was hungry?
Then he will have to feed her with something from the refrigerator.
Hopefully, there was something left there by his weekend maid-for-hire (the one who bought groceries, clean his penthouse and cook for him) or something—or probably some homemade meals and leftover snacks his mother brought when she visited last time…but that was last two weeks.
He sighed as he slapped a hand on his forehead.
What will he cook for this escort if he only knows how to fry an egg and pour boiling water on a cup of noodles when he was exhausted from dining outside?
Chao Xiang hated eating alone, and the paparazzi might trail after him and take some depressing photos he would soon regret.
Should he order food from his favorite five-star restaurant for them, or that would take too long, and he was already aroused from her mere presence?
This was a dilemma.
Chao Xiang reached for the dress shirt and trousers to put them on again, so he didn't have to hear those piercing screams.
It was a good thing that his whole penthouse's walls were soundproofed so no one could hear how he can make a woman scream.
This escort, though—hers was a scream he didn't like.
It wasn't that he hated her, but he was just annoyed that her screams weren't out of pleasure.
It was out of fear.
Didn't she trust him not to be a serial killer when she was the first one who entered the lion's den?
What did she expect in his penthouse?
She wasn't there in his luxurious suite to exorcise evil spirits from all that screaming!
Honestly, Chao Xiang wouldn't be surprised if she managed to do that.
The escort was determined to kill him by making his eardrums bleed.
Despite his anger, he continued to button his dress shirt up to his chest and scowled at the escort's back after wearing his trousers again.
He was now clothed properly, but he wasn't as neat earlier since his suit was already rumpled from throwing it around.
"You can face me now." Chao Xiang waited for a few seconds, and she could practically see her squinting at his reflection in the glass to check if it was true. "Babe, believe me. This isn't a false alarm."
Chao Xiang's hand settled on her shoulder, and he flinched, expecting a screeching banshee, but everything was alright. She only flinched the same time he did when he touched her.
"I'll cook for you since I am a good host." He called out.
Every two steps forward sent the escort three steps backward.
Was she playing a game?
They were like two magnets in the same poles repelling each other.
Chao Xiang scratched his forehead and decided just to let her be.
The escort was not only weird. She was a little crazy and as skittish as a deer paired with that doe-eyes of hers, making her more lovable and innocent. "I will cook noodles with an egg."
"Just don't do anything bad or I'm going to curse you and your descendants." She muttered before she turned to face him, but this time, she was careful, keeping a ridiculous distance of two—meters at all times—at all costs, even if that would make her body hit the furniture from keeping up that measurement.
Cursing people?
She was good at cursing people?
A dark shaman wearing Hanfu?
Was she… Perhaps, a mentally disabled beautiful lady Jian Yu had kidnapped?
Chao Xiang clenched his fists, that his knuckles turned white.
What if she unwittingly accused him of r*pe, take his ten thousand dollars and ruin his reputation as the future CEO of Li Hotels and Resorts International?
Why did a future CEO like him have to serve this lady when she was the one who needed to do what he wanted for the money?
Why did it feel like the roles were reversed?
The world had gone mad.