In the hotel, Cassidy booked the swankiest presidential suite around. As he and Sophie walked in, Cassidy strolled over to the table and asked, "Want a drink? I noticed you haven't had much tonight."

"No, thanks."

Sophie settled into a nearby armchair, removing her other earring and placing it on the table. "I'm booking your company for the night. No strings attached, but you're confined to this room. No wandering off." Cassidy was caught off guard, "What... what are you getting at?"

"It means you can hit the sack now."

Sophie spoke in a laid-back manner, "I'm not a fan of couch sleeping, so you'll be crashing there tonight."

"You're dropping all this cash just for me to snooze here?"

Cassidy could hardly wrap his head around it. Usually, wealthy women lined up for a shot at a date with him. Yet, Sophie brings him to a hotel and wants nothing from him?

"Not quite."

Suddenly, Sophie stood up, approached Cassidy, and said, "Take off your shirt."

Cassidy hesitated for a second, but then shrugged and complied. His physique was impressive, exuding a sort of disciplined allure.

Sophie's face lit up with a satisfied grin. Cassidy figured she was just playing hard to get. He was about to edge closer when Sophie moved to the window and threw open the curtains. "Alright, hang out here for a bit, do whatever you fancy."

With that, Sophie plopped back down on the sofa. Cassidy had dealt with wealthy women with quirky preferences before, but Sophie's hands-off approach was a first.

Watching Sophie on the sofa, Cassidy couldn't help but ask, "I still don't know your name."

""You'll know who I am by tomorrow."

Sophie flashed a slight smile, "If you're bored, we can have a chat."

"What do you want to chat about?"

"That club 'For Peace' seems pretty popular. How long've you been working there?"

"Two years," Cassidy replied, "I'm just part-time. I've got school during the day."

"You seem pretty young. An international student?"

"Yeah."

Sophie nodded, then asked, "So... who's on the full-time roster there?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

Cassidy looked at Sophie, puzzled. Why would anyone be curious about the male models at a club?Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

"Just making small talk."

Sophie poured Cassidy a glass of red wine and handed it over. Cassidy, not suspecting a thing, took it and said, "The folks you saw today are all full-timers. But most of the staff are young, mostly high school or college students. They don't keep anyone much older."

"You're the top draw there, so why just part-time?"

Cassidy frowned, "I'm not looking to make a career out of this."

"Why not? With your looks, build, and talent, you could make bank for retirement in just a few years."

Sophie had a knack for reading

people. She guessed, "I bet, over the past couple of years, plenty of rich

ave

ladies have tried to snag you right?"

Cassidy's ears turned red as he looked away, "I don't want to rely on this forever. My parents worked their buttsoff to send me abroad, not for me to sell myself."