Chapter 13: It Depends
Rain was skilled at maintaining her composure. As such, even though Alexander just stated her full name to her, she responded to it with an innocent stare and yet seductive smile.
"I assure you, sir, you are mistaken. I’m here to serve and entertain you," she nonchalantly replied, hoping to deflect his suspicion. "However, if you prefer calling me by that name, then do as you please."
Without warning, Alexander lunged forward, his hand reaching for her wig. Rain reacted swiftly, twisting away from him, but Alexander looked determined to get his hands on her hair.
’Damn! Why is he so persistent?’ Rain inwardly cursed as she tried to evade Alexander’s relentless attempts. He tried grabbing her by the wrist, but with a swift movement, she twisted away, trying to break free. Unfortunately, Alexander was strong, and his grip tightened instead of relenting.
"Stop it!" she hissed as she began using her other hand to push him away.
Alexander’s eyes darkened. "I’m not playing games, Rain."
"And who said I wanted to play with you? I’m here to work, mister, and you’re acting against the club’s protocol!" she reminded him, her eyes quickly searching for the button to signal for help with violent clients.
Running out of options, Rain spun around, using her momentum to push him away. To her dismay, Alexander was quick, catching her other wrist and pulling her back. They stumbled together, their bodies now pressed close in the confined space.
Now with the advantage, Alexander attempted to pull her wig off. "Just admit it, Rain!" he growled, his breath hot against her ear.