Chapter 2 Do You Want to Take My Pants Off Again?

• "Natalie, your Julie wasted again. She needs you to pick her up."
• One evening, Natalie's phone buzzed with an urgent call from her friend. Over the deafening music and her best friend Juliet Sawyer's heartbroken sobs.
• "Nattie! I love you! I want to be eternal butterflies with you! Come rescue me from this hellhole!" Juliet's drunken pleas echoed in the background.
• Knowing Juliet's wild tendencies when intoxicated, Natalie quickly changed and hailed a cab.
• What rotten luck! It was the same club where she had drowned her sorrows and lost her virginity.
• To make matters worse, before she could reach Juliet's table, two sleazy-looking men blocked her path.
• "Hey, gorgeous, you're new here. Why not join us?"
• "Yeah, how old are you? Are you a model or an actress?"
• The stench of alcohol made Natalie wrinkle her nose in disgust. "Disgusting! Move aside, don't block my way!"
• The two men were instantly incensed. They exchanged a look and lunged at Natalie, attempting to drag her away.
• How dare they behave this way in public?
• Natalie's heart pounded as she swiftly stepped back to evade them.
• In her haste, she stumbled into a solid figure behind her, her head colliding with his chin.
• For some reason, the two men glanced behind her. They gasped, exchanged another look, and then bolted.
• "Why run? Did they see a ghost?"
• Rubbing her sore head, Natalie turned around, only to see the "ghost" she had bumped into.
• "Sorry ... the 'dollar-man'?!" Her apology was cut short as she blurted out in shock.
• Wasn't this the male escort who had tried to scam her?
• The man covered his chin with one hand, his teeth clenched in pain, unable to speak.
• His perfectly sculpted jawline was likely the result of cosmetic surgery. If she had damaged it, would he demand compensation?
• Feeling guilty for potentially ruining his good looks, Natalie wanted to slip away discreetly.
• "Oh my, I'm so sorry! I won't disturb your work any further. Good luck with your ... endeavors. Goodbye!"
• She turned to leave hastily.
• "Bang!"
• In her haste, she knocked over drinks on a nearby table, the glasses shattering and spilling their contents all over the man's pants!
• Isaac's head throbbed. He had never encountered such a clumsy woman. Was she sent to torment him?
• Spotting the designer logo on his ruined pants, Natalie panicked. If they were authentic, she couldn't imagine how long he would have to work to replace them.
• She couldn't afford to pay for that!
• Humility born of poverty washed over Natalie, replacing her earlier arrogance. She frantically pulled out a wad of tissues, attempting to clean up the mess.
• "I'm so sorry!"
• "Enough! Stop it!" Isaac barked, his face a mask of annoyance.
• Her hands were wandering into inappropriate territory, and Isaac's mind flashed back to their passionate encounter the night before. Sensual images flooded his memory.
• "Why don't you just take them off, and I'll wash them for you!" Natalie offered, desperately trying to salvage the situation.
• The more she wiped, the worse the stain seemed to get. Resigned to the financial pain, Natalie made one last attempt, reaching for his belt.
• Isaac's Adam's apple bobbed as his brows furrowed. He seized her hands and pinned them behind her back, pulling her flush against him.
• "Do you want to take my pants off again?"
• His voice was a low growl, laced with a hint of hoarseness.
• The sudden proximity stunned Natalie into silence. Their hearts pounded in unison, pressed together.
• She looked up in a daze, only able to see his strong neck and chiseled jawline from this angle.
• So handsome ... Natalie thought, captivated. This man's striking looks must be the sole reason he remained employed despite his terrible attitude ...