WAS he crazy or something? Who would throw 50 grand just for a stupid name?
Ah, she saw what this was. This was his form of picking up girls. He was using a fake checkbook to try and get her to sleep with him.
He was a pervert, wasn't he?
Charlotte attempted to rip the cheque in frustration but Wesley snatched it from her before she could and clicked his tongue while shaking his head in disappointment.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So, you plan to go back on your word? Why? Did you change your mind about the price? Do you want me to double it?"
"Are you playing games with me?" She asked. "It's raining hard and I am cold. Instead of doing what you're supposed to, driving, you're pulling mind games and offering a fake cheque. If you're not up to the task then fine. I'll just walk on my own." She said, attempting to open the door but he bolted it from his side and said,
"I guess patience isn't your strong suit." He said, still taking the situation lightly. "Why are you in a hurry? Don't you want to get to know each other better?"
"What I 'want' is a hot shower and a comfortable bed. And I'm not getting any of that if I'm stuck here with you playing pick-up girl." She tried to open the door once more, but it didn't open, thanks to Wesley's bolt.
"Alright, I'll admit I was a bit insensitive." He said. "You're wet from the rain and cold. You'd need a really hot bath to feel better." He said and took off his seatbelt. "Don't worry, I'll drive. But for the meantime," he took off his coat and covered her with it. "Use this."
Charlotte was touched but she could not help but be suspicious of him. What was he plotting?
"Cough, cough!" She coughed.
"Parched? Need something to drink?" He asked and she slowly nodded.
Now that he had shown her a bit of kindness, she had let down her guard and was back to being the sweet and naive girl she once was.
No more irritated hissing and anger so she spoke softly.
"You don't perhaps have anything to drink, do you?" She asked and he took out a little carriable black glass of alcohol.
She took it from him, sniffed it, and said in a soft voice, "It's whisky."
"One of the finest kinds." He said and put on the engine. "You're welcome."
Charlotte looked at the whiskey. It smelled like the one she smelled on him. Guess he carried something like that around for fancy.
Then, that meant it wasn't drugged or anything of that sort, right?
Well, it wouldn't hurt to take a few sips. It couldn't be that bad, right?
She opened it and once she tasted it, she coughed. It was so harsh. Yet, she did not want to misplace his 'kindness' and drank two mouthfuls.
The greatest mistake of her life.
No, the greatest mistake she made was getting into his car without clarifying his identity, and this was her second greatest mistake.
In a few minutes, Charlotte, who couldn't hold her liquor was drunk.
"Drunk from two gulps? That's pretty soft, Miss. How do you manage to do a good job like this?" He said glancing over at her from time to time. "So, about that name..."
"Charlotte," Charlotte muttered. "Charlotte wants to sleep."
It was pretty cute to watch and to Wesley, he would have fun with this new character. She was one of a kind.
"Here we go," Wesley said as they arrived at the hotel. He killed the engine after reversing his car in the parking lot.
Charlotte did not respond as she was already intoxicated. He got down and helped her out. She was speaking gibberish, and smiling to herself. Waving at the empty sky.
He carried her out of the car and in his arms, something he would never do for his partners.
"Where are you taking me to Mr nephew?" Charlotte asked, flipping her body crazily in her drunken frenzy out of the elevator.
Wesley scoffed at the mention of 'Mr Nephew'. Was that what she chose to call her customers? It was quite peculiar, He thought.
"To bed lady Charlotte." Wesley replied as he carried her towards his regular suite at the hotel.
"Oh no, I want to go to my mummy… I don't wanna go to bed." She began to struggle softly but that made it all the more fun for him. "Mummy, I want my mummy."
"No, mummy's not here." He said and grinned as he opened the door. "So, you're coming to bed with Daddy."
"Daddy?" She asked, tilting her head softly and then he kissed her lips.
Even in her drunken state, she was surprised but she was not against it. It was all like a dream to her and so she decided to let it play out however it wanted.
"Don't worry, baby girl." Wesley said as he gently laid her on the bed. He watched her flushed face and inviting lips that parted softly, asking to be kissed more.
He loved the sight and unbuttoned his shirt, not taking his eyes off her for a single second. And he said, "... Daddy's gonna be gentle."