"No… I no longer like men like that." She replied warily—the gigolo he was referring to was the man she had grown up with, her ex-fiancé.
"Then what sort of men do you like?" His robust body pushed against her firmly, sending waves of warmth that seemed to threaten to devour her. Her heart could not help but palpitate much faster as her face blushed. "I… I don't wish to tell… tell you! Could you l-let… let me go?"
"L-L-L-L-Let go of…?" He mimicked her stutter and watched her evilly. Even though he knew she was clearly scared, he asked, "Are you that afraid of me?"
She watched this man without budging a single inch as unbridled fear spread through her gaze—there was no need for her to answer.
Yet, she knew that that was not the answer he wanted to hear, as she then gulped and shook her head.
"Little liar…" His lips curled in a ruminate manner.