Standing so close to each other, his lips grazed her sensitive earlobe when he spoke, sending a tingling sensation through her entire body.
Charlotte shuddered involuntarily as the tips of her ears turned pink.
What did he just say?
Her mind had already gone blank.
When the man's cool fingers brushed against her cheek, she finally snapped out of her daze and stared hard at him while shrinking against the lamppost.
“What... what are you doing?”
Faced with the man's brooding yet heated gaze, Charlotte's heart somersaulted in her chest even though she wasn't clear about his intentions.
Jeez, this man is a master of seduction!
He's not trying to kiss me, is he?
Ahhh! I'm seriously too charming for my own good!
Charlotte's brows twitched at her own vain assumption.
Michael's long lashes fluttered slightly as he peered at her bright and pensive eyes. The corners of his mouth seemed to lift imperceptibly.
The next second, he straightened up and uttered insipidly, “What I do is my own business.”
Charlotte was rendered speechless.
Realizing that he had used her own words against her, a trace of embarrassment appeared on her face as she felt like she had been played.
With indignance glittering in her eyes, she glared daggers at the shameless man.
“Are you crazy?” she lambasted.
Michael's face clouded over, his gaze hardening bit by bit.
Faced with his bloodthirsty gaze, Charlotte shivered violently and berated herself for speaking carelessly.
She shot Michael a nervous glance before plastering a smile on her face to offer him an apology.
“Hehe, don't be mad. I wasn't scolding you. It's just something I blurt out whenever I'm nervous. I can see that you're a magnanimous person, so please don't take it to heart.”
Her big, round eyes darted around anxiously. When the man didn't respond, she stole a glance at him and found that he still had a peeved look on his face.
With one hand stuffed into his trouser pocket, he emanated a remarkably noble aura. Yet, there was a glacial and unapproachable air hovering around him as he towered over her.
Charlotte gulped, but for the sake of her own safety, she continued flattering him since it didn't take that much effort.
“You're the epitome of perfection. How could a handsome and suave man like you be crazy? Hehe...”
Michael's eyes remained frosty as he quietly watched the radiant girl in front of him chatter away in an animated manner.
Looking at her plump lips that were moving non-stop, his gaze darkened with desire and his breathing turned heavy.
His silence made Charlotte feel on edge, and she almost cracked under the weight of his stare.
The way he was blatantly staring at her reminded her of a leopard eyeing its prey, ready to pounce at any time.
“Hehe! Sir, if it was something I said earlier, please accept my apology. I'm sorry!”
Suppressing the terror in her, she bowed slightly and apologized to him with a smile.
Without a moment's delay, she grabbed her bag and hastily said, “Sir, I'm really in a hurry, so I'm gonna go now. Bye!”
Her intuition was telling her that this man was dangerous.
Charlotte wanted to get away and wash her hands clean of him once and for all.
However, she paused as soon as she turned around. This time, it wasn't the man holding her back, but she had stopped of her own accord.
Her face flushed upon recalling the events of the previous night.
She fought through her embarrassment, turning around to look at Michael. Glimpsing his unreadable expression, she mustered the courage to close the distance between them and asked in an abashed tone, “About last night. D-Did you... use protection?”
Michael's face remained expressionless, but his eyes studied her flushed cheeks.
Seeing the indifference on his face, Charlotte cleared her throat, squared her shoulders, and put on a no-nonsense look. “Don't act like you don't understand me!”
How can a gigolo not know what I'm talking about? My question was obviously clear enough.
A roguish smirk tugged on Michael's lips. “You need to be more specific for me to understand.”
Charlotte gave him a dirty look. He's doing this on purpose!
Look at him! Acting all clueless! She gritted her teeth in frustration.
Red-faced, she spoke up again, “W-Well... What I mean is, did you wear a... condom?”
She blurted out the latter part of the sentence with her chin raised and her fists balled at her sides.
Seeing how cute she looked with her wide eyes and puffed up cheeks, Michael's eyes gleamed with a hint of mirth.
This one's a feisty little thing.
With a deadpan look on his face, he leaned forward and stared deeply at her.
As his dark eyes collided with her bright ones, he exhaled a warm breath that tickled her cheeks.
When she blushed a darker shade of crimson, Michael's smirk widened and he said airily, “Couldn't you tell if I was wearing one?”
His blunt words inevitably led her mind back to their night in bed together.
Charlotte blushed so hard her face felt like a furnace.
“Y-You're such a scumbag!” she cursed without restraint.
Michael's gaze sharpened on her and he repeated in an impossibly deep voice, “Scumbag?”
A chill ran down Charlotte's spine as she detected the warning in his tone. She was blasted by his cold and intimidating aura which seemed to insinuate that he would show her how a real a scumbag behaved if she dared to stick with her initial statement.
She pursed her lips and hissed, “You better have used a condom! Otherwise, I'll make you pay!”
Michael raised his brows in amusement when she feigned calmness. What an innocent girl.
Things are getting more interesting!
“Pray tell, how are you going to make me pay?” he asked in a flirtatious tone.
Of course, he would have exercised caution when it came to having sex with a stranger.
But the next time, he would no longer have any use of it.
Recalling how tight she felt around him, a subtle undercurrent emerged in his eyes.
“So... did you or did you not wear a condom?” She was getting flustered.
“I don't like wearing condoms and neither will I wear them in the future...”
Charlotte looked as though she had been struck by lightning as she struggled to wrap her mind around this revelation. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally digested his words.
She gave him a death stare and raged, “Despicable, unethical, and unprofessional!”
What does he mean by “in the future?” As if there'd be a next time!
She wanted so badly to kick him in the balls, but when she remembered she was the one who threw herself at him, she had no choice but to hold back her anger.
Michael's obsidian eyes grew stern, and gloom set upon his handsome face.
This girl really has a knack for p*ssing me off.
If I don't make things clear with her now, she'll definitely say something like this again, and I might very well burst a vein or two when that happens.
Michael leaned forward to grasp her chin and warned her in a solemn voice, “Listen to me very carefully. I'm not someone you can sleep with just because you want to. If I catch you thinking otherwise, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for a month.”
What's that supposed to mean?
Charlotte blinked in puzzlement as she met his steely gaze.
Sensing her confusion, Michael scoffed and said frankly, “Yesterday, you were the one who entered my room. Not the other way around. Understand?”