Chapter 2

On the appointed day.

Excited, I grabbed my bag and rushed to the agreed-upon meeting spot.

In the coffee shop, I couldn't help my anxiety, checking the clock again and again.

But after a long wait, he still didn't show up.

As the agreed time passed and no one appeared, my heart felt like a receding tide, slowly becoming dry and empty.

Could I have been stood up?

Before leaving in disappointment, I made one last desperate attempt, craning my neck to glance at the entrance.

Both inside the coffee shop and right outside the door, there was no one.

The road outside was also sparsely populated.

Unwilling to give up, I repeatedly scanned my surroundings.

Until my gaze landed on a tall figure in the shade of a distant tree across the street.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up.

The man had a slender build.

Even the top button of his shirt was perfectly fastened, and he wore dark sunglasses and a mask, his entire body meticulously covered.

Only a pair of distinctly jointed hands were the sole bright spot in the picture.

Normally, without seeing a face, one couldn't identify a person.

But was I a normal person?

I'm a seasoned connoisseur, capable of navigating countless websites and creating multiple accounts just to find the *really good stuff*! My instincts are never wrong!

Damn it, those hands *had* to belong to my muscular god.

I quickly ran over.

Up close, I noticed he was even more robust, easily standing at six-foot-three.

His pants pocket was bulging, making me wonder what treasures he might be hiding.

That chest. Those legs. That absolute unit of a physique.

My mouth watered, and my long wait's annoyance significantly diminished.

Maybe he got the location wrong?

I tapped his shoulder: “What are you doing standing here? Why didn't you come over?”

The cool guy stiffened when I touched him.

He looked bewildered for a second, then cautiously stepped back, eyeing me coldly.

“You've got the wrong person.”

I couldn't help but rub my ear.

His voice was amazing too, like the low thrum of a cello, every note scraped a delicious itch in my soul.

Too bad it was so cold.

I tried to explain again:

“No, I haven't. I've been waiting for you for ages. Since you didn't come, I had to find you.”

He was silent for a few seconds, his voice still distant.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

I instantly felt a little annoyed, putting my hands on my hips, huffing.

“What's wrong with you?! You got paid, didn't you? Don't tell me you're backing out now, it's too late!”

The man was silent for a moment, his chest rising and falling as if he let out a long breath.

He gave up and took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing a handsome face.

One hand slid into his slightly bulging pants pocket, and he took a step closer to me.

His narrow eyes flickered toward me, as if assessing my intentions.

“Since you already know, what do you want?”

Such a captivating beauty was now so close.

I instantly forgot my anger.

Shyly, I lowered my gaze, my eyes darting around.

“I, um… booked a hotel room. We can talk inside.”

I cleared my throat, gesturing around us.

“There are too many people coming and going on the street, it's not suitable for… business.”

He didn't move for a while.

Afraid he might misunderstand, I quickly waved my hands in explanation.

“Don't worry, I don't actually intend to *do* anything to you. It's just, well, I just wanted to meet and talk.”

My voice got softer and softer as I spoke.

“As for other things, unless you're willing…”

He suddenly stepped forward and leaned over me.

Suddenly, I was enveloped in his shadow.

Compared to his strong, tall physique, I felt like a fragile doll that could break with a touch.

I unconsciously held my breath.

Seeing my reaction, a short smile flitted across his lips.

For a moment, the ice melted.

Revealing deep waters, dangerous and alluring.

His low, magnetic male voice penetrated my eardrums.

“I'm not worried. On the contrary, *you* should be worried about what *I* might do to you.”

With that, he turned and walked towards the hotel.

Leaving me standing there stunned.

It took a long while for me to let out a little "Awooo" and cover my burning cheeks.

Did I just get reverse-flirted?

Is this the power of a professional male model? Terrifying!