Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort novel Chapter 18

“Well of course by earning more money and clearing your debt to me sooner…”

Charlotte’s mind was in shambles by then and she began to stammer, “A-A-And also…”

She pointed at the expensive bottle of red wine on the table, trying to diffuse the sexual tension in the air. “Don’t spend excessively! Don’t falsify bank statements!”

“This was paid by a client,” Zachary replied casually.

“Ah, I see. That makes more sense. I was wondering how you could afford to buy such an expensive bottle of wine.” Charlotte continued shifting away. “Has that client placed an order with you?”

“I rejected her.” Zachary deliberately teased her, “Fifty-eight years old and two hundred and eighty pounds. I’m too young to die in bed!”

A snort of laughter escaped Charlotte’s lips at that, and she reached out to squeeze his arm. “You’re strong and packed with muscles. There’s no way you’d die that easily!”

Zachary caught her wandering little hand and jerked her into his arms. “Why don’t you try me out first?”

“No…” Charlotte was so flabbergasted that she blurted out barely coherent words, “Don’t try anything funny! If you touch me, I’ll report you!”

“Go ahead…” Zachary gently bit her earlobe, which sent a ripple of electricity through her entire body, making her tingle all over. “If I get fired, I won’t have money to pay you back anymore!”

“You…” Charlotte couldn’t formulate a response to refute him.

Zachary’s lips travelled downward before brushing a feather-light kiss on her collarbone. Then, he trapped the button on her shirt between his teeth and nuzzled her chest tantalizingly.

“Don’t…” Charlotte thrashed against him in panic, but she couldn’t break free from his hold no matter how hard she tried.

“You’re really sensitive…”

Zachary was very satisfied with her reaction and planned to continue teasing her, but a woman’s loud and pompous voice came from outside, interrupting the peace.

“I’m tired of those male escorts from earlier. Don’t you have any new ones?”

“I want the best in Sultry Night. The best of the best!”

“That’s right. We want the finest you have here. We can afford it!”

With that, the door burst open with a loud bang.

Three wealthy women with plump figures who reeked of alcohol barged in and were taken aback when they saw the unfamiliar private room. “Huh? Where are the eighteen escorts we ordered?”