C9 CHAPTER 9

Pedro couldn't believe his eyes when an exquisitely beautiful woman approached him, wearing a radiant smile that seemed to light up his entire existence. The sight of her was simply breathtaking, surpassing any beauty he had ever encountered.

However, his gaze couldn't help but notice that her choice of attire, a sleeveless ribbed turtleneck dress, seemed rather out of place, concealing some of her natural charm. Although the dress accentuated her well-toned physique, Pedro couldn't help but find it absurd. Why on earth would someone wear a turtleneck in the scorching heat of summertime?

"Miss McBride, what are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he recognized her.

"To meet someone," she replied casually because she wasn't at work.

"Must be your boyfriend, huh?" Pedro remarked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Adrienne remained silent, apprehensive about making a misstep. Instead, she gathered her thoughts and inquired, "And what brings you here, sir?" she asked again because he didn't respond to her question earlier.

"I'm waiting for a friend," Pedro replied. "He invited me for dinner and instructed me to wait here. I hope you don't mind me being direct, but I prefer not to beat around the bush," he cautioned, to which she nodded in understanding. "So, how much do you charge for a night?"

Adrienne's brow furrowed in confusion as she sought clarification, "Pardon me?"

Pedro smirked, amused by Miss Annie's attempt to play the innocent. "I'm asking about your rate per night," he emphasized, lowering his voice to ensure their conversation remained discreet and hidden from the prying ears of other customers.

"I offer a monthly subscription, sir," she calmly responded.

After a brief pause, she wondered where she got the notion of charging him with a monthly fee. The expression on the man's face revealed his surprise, prompting Adrienne to stifle a chuckle as a faint crease formed on his forehead. After all, she had posed as his girlfriend before, so he might as well realize she could play the role for monetary gain.

"Are you serious?" Pedro inquired.

"Yes," she replied nonchalantly.

"I see. Do you provide an invoice, then?" he pressed further.

"Next time, Mr. Lassiter. I still need to assess whether you're worthy of becoming one of my clients," she declared.

Pedro subtly arched his eyebrows in response, questioning the audacity of this woman's statement. "You'll evaluate my worthiness? Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a mere escort, Adrienne, no different from a common whore."

Adrienne remained unfazed, her composure unwavering even in the face of Pedro's insults. She managed to maintain a smile, hiding any traces of embarrassment or humiliation. "You may perceive it that way, Mr. Lassiter. But let's be honest, at that time, you needed me more than I needed you," she stated matter-of-factly.

"No, it's quite the opposite, Adrienne. Now, why don't you sit down so we can discuss your monthly subscription rate?" Pedro suggested.

"Next time, sir. I have another appointment tonight," she replied, but then, her boss suddenly grabbed her wrist and stopped her from leaving.

"Wait, are you saying you're serious about this? I was only joking, Miss McBride!"

Adrienne paled, realizing she had fallen into the trap he had set. She hadn't been vigilant enough, as Pedro had likely been fishing for information. Oh God, she had truly messed up! In an attempt to salvage the situation, she decided to engage in a brief conversation before heading to her client. Demurely, Adrienne took a seat across from Pedro Lassiter.

"Are you serious right now?" he asked again.

"As I mentioned, Mr. Lassiter, I still need to determine if you'll be worthy of joining their ranks," she said, her voice laced with an indescribable sense of pride. Perhaps, it's time to tell him the truth that she had another job. Pedro stared at her, utterly astounded by her unshakable confidence, his teeth grinding together.

"And how do you plan to do that?" he inquired.

"Size matters," she playfully echoed Jasmine's favorite phrase.

As soon as Pedro comprehended her insinuation, he coughed abruptly, his glare fixed on the woman sitting comfortably opposite him. "Size matters? What exactly do you mean?"

"The size of your manhood, sir," she declared, struggling to suppress her laughter.

"How long should it be, then? Eight inches?" Pedro stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The mere thought of an eight-inch male organ penetrating her body frightened Adrienne to the core.

"Yes, eight inches is deemed acceptable," she informed him.

"E-eight inches is acceptable?" Pedro repeated the size requirement for her prospective clients, his face reddening further. If Adrienne could remain unfazed, the opposite applied to him.

"Yes," she replied, maintaining her composed demeanor.

"You have quite the appetite, Miss McBride," he remarked. "Anyway, your client must be waiting for you now. Go ahead, and pay no mind to me. We'll continue our conversation in the office," he concluded.

"Very well, sir," she responded.

As soon as Adrienne bid farewell to Pedro Lassiter, her client approached and took her hand. However, Pedro let out a groan, causing Mark to raise an eyebrow as he appraised the handsome specimen before him. Adrienne attempted to steer Mark away from the scene, but he decided to linger, marveling at Pedro's striking appearance.

"I must say, I quite like your date, dude. Could I have her tonight?" Pedro brazenly inquired.

Adrienne was taken aback.

"I beg your pardon?" Mark asked, perplexed by the sudden turn of events.

"I said, you'll have to find another date tonight. I'm interested in her. How much do I need to pay you to release her to me?" Pedro disrespected-ly questioned.

"Bastard!" Mark exclaimed, landing a punch on Pedro's nose.

Adrienne let out a horrified scream as violence unfolded before her eyes. Without hesitation, Mark grabbed her, pulling her away from the scene. "What was that for?" she demanded, her voice filled with shock.

"Don't allow anyone to disrespect you, Adrienne," Mark asserted firmly.

“No, he didn’t,” Adrienne replied.