Taming The Las Vegas Playboy Chapter 53 - Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover (1)

Wirata gulped when looking at the next line of the draft contract.

"Our business is just physical. I mean..." Wirata gulped again.

"You mean our buying and selling, is that right? I buy pleasure out of your body."

"Yes. Only body. Nothing else." Wirata said.

"I remember we've mentioned that. It's best to have it written clearly so you don't get confused later. Only your body exchange with my money. The amount we've agreed on, nothing more than that numbers. Understand?"

He made it clear for her so Wirata nodded. She was quiet for a while. Deep inside her heart, she felt a little sad. Her action was not different from a high-cla.s.s escort who was selling her body for money. It's such a shameful thing to do for an educated woman with all potentials like her. Her mother would be heartbroken if she knew. So Wirata would make sure her mother would never hear of this shameful business.

"I will never get confused. So you make sure you'll be aware of your rights. Only my body. Not my heart. Not my soul. And not the between."

"What do you mean by THE BETWEEN?" He frowned, did not understand the last bit.

"Well, as you said that you would not use protection. So it's my responsibility if any mistake happens. Is that right?" Wirata asked.

Stefan was going to say YEAH, RIGHT.

But then he thought... hang on a minute. She wasn't making it clear. He knew he couldn't trust her completely. The way she wore a straight face, it looked as if she was hiding something.

"The mistake? What do you mean?" Stefan made a puzzled tone.

"Ruff!"

Summer woke up and made a noise. That broke the conversation down. Stefan looked down at the puppy and stroked his small head.

"Are you hungry, boy?"

"Arf!" Summer responded.

"Me too. I haven't had anything to eat yet, since the morning, only a cup of coffee. Let's go find something to eat."

He spoke and stood up, putting the puppy on his shoulder.

"But we haven't finished yet."

Wirata said.

"You come to get me something to fill my stomach up first and we will finish it later."

The boss ordered then walked through the connecting door to his room. Wirata sighed and followed him.

She didn't know he could last this long for having nothing to eat. Wirata looked at the tall and well-built figure in front of her. Summer was looking at her with his puppy eyes, his little face looked as if he was smiling to see his mammy following. She shook her head to the betrayed puppy.

"Arf!" He made a noise to her, Wirata couldn't help to reach to stroke his head. Who could ignore that little cute face? Even the evil boss himself!

Stefan opened the door and walked out, he let the door go without care if it would hit the person who was following him or not. Wirata grabbed the door just in time before it hit her face. She noted in her head that she must remember he was not a gentleman!

Stefan lifted a corner of his mouth. He was testing her instincts. She had never let her guards down which was good. Everybody who was around Stefan Makenzie shouldn't let their guard down. It was for their own good.

He led her to the big kitchen. The tall figure put Summer down, went to wash his hands at the sink and opened the fridge. He picked Summer's milk out, warmed it in the microwave. Then he walked to Summer's spot, where his water bowl was. Summer was sitting and waiting there already. His little pink tongue hung out and his saliva was dripping.

"Why are you this hungry? Your mammy hasn't fed you properly, huh?"

He talked to Summer. Watching the puppy rapping his milk up for a minute then the tall and tough body walked to sit on a stool in front of the counter.

All this time Wirata didn't want to say much, it wasn't worthy to argue anything with this crazy man. She knew that already.

"Now it's your turn to feed me."

Stefan said to the woman who stood behind the counter and looked at him waiting for his order. She wore blank expression but he didn't think her head had ever been blank. He believed she always ran some hidden plans in there.

"What do you want to eat?" Wirata asked the man who stared at her with his laser gaze as if he wanted to scan her thoughts.

"That's a good question. If you want an honest answer, I would say...hm... I want to eat you. But that can wait till tonight. Right now, I could eat a horse. Just make something quick."

Stefan said and felt amused to see her face turned red like a ruby. The idea of eating her up every inch stirred his blood and got his body heat up immediately. He watched the slender body in her yellow T-s.h.i.+rt and black pants turned to the fridge and grabbed things out. She moved quick and steady, knowing what she was doing.

"I want to visit my mother sometimes during my stay here."

She turned to talk to him then went to pick a bowl, cut onion's head and bottom, peeled the skin off and soaked it in the bowl, followed with tomatoes. She beat eggs very fast, seasoning it with some ingredients he didn't know what they were. She opened the freezer, pulled out a package of frozen cooked rice and put it in the microwave. Stefan was watching her entertainingly.

"My men will take you when you want." He responded with a relaxed tone.

"I like to go shopping sometimes as well."

"My men will take you." He said the same words.

"I am not your prisoner, Stefan. I want to go on my own and do the things I used to do with freedom." Wirata turned to say to him with a serious expression.

"I don't need bodyguards to follow me as you do. I am not YOU." She continued.

"But you're my woman. So you need protection. It's for your own good. During the one-year contract, you might have to stop doing some of the things you like and be flexible with your new routines." The dark voice said.

Wirata shook her head with an unsatisfied feeling to what she had listened to. She turned to flip the omelet in the pan. The aromatic smell of fried garlic and onions made Stefan mouthwatering and a couple of minutes later it's done.