<h4>Chapter 13: It Depends</h4>


    Rain was skilled at maintaining herposure. As such, even though Alexander just stated her full name to her, she responded to it with an innocent stare and yet seductive smile.


    "I assure you, sir, you are mistaken. I’m here to serve and entertain you," she nonchntly replied, hoping to deflect his suspicion. "However, if you prefer calling me by that name, then do as you please."


    Without warning, Alexander lunged forward, his hand reaching for her wig. Rain reacted swiftly, twisting away from him, but Alexander looked determined to get his hands on her hair.


    ’Damn! Why is he so persistent?’ Rain inwardly cursed as she tried to evade Alexander’s relentless attempts. He tried grabbing her by the wrist, but with a swift movement, she twisted away, trying to break free. Unfortunately, Alexander was strong, and his grip tightened instead of relenting.


    "Stop it!" she hissed as she began using her other hand to push him away.


    Alexander’s eyes darkened. "I’m not ying games, Rain."


    "And who said I wanted to y with you? I’m here to work, mister, and you’re acting against the club’s protocol!" she reminded him, her eyes quickly searching for the button to signal for help with violent clients.


    Running out of options, Rain spun around, using her momentum to push him away. To her dismay, Alexander was quick, catching her other wrist and pulling her back. They stumbled together, their bodies now pressed close in the confined space.


    Now with the advantage, Alexander attempted to pull her wig off. "Just admit it, Rain!" he growled, his breath hot against her ear.


    Rain defied him as she fought back with all her strength, her movements bing more frantic. She refused to let him have his way.


    With onest option left, she kneed him in the groin to break free. However, while her attack hit, Alexander still managed to hold onto her.


    ’I should have kicked harder!’ she inwardly grimaced, regretting the fact that she didn’t want to cause a scene by hurting a client.


    With that avenue gone, she shifted her weight instead, causing Alexander to lose his bnce. In one swift motion, they both tumbled onto the couch with Rainnding on top of him, their breaths heavy against each other’s.


    Rain’s eyes met Alexander’s, and for the first time, she saw a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze. For a second, they remained still. It was then that her heart pounded as she realized that their faces were mere inches apart.


    Seemingly sensing her hesitation, he moved. However, she quickly used her legs to straddle his sides, pinning his arms down with her hands. She then used all her weight to keep him pinned in ce.


    "Will you please behave? I’ll tell you my real name if you do," she grunted in annoyance. "And if you want, you can damn well check my identity too."


    It shouldn’t pose a problem to dare him this way. Her disguise should be perfect since Brandon had made arrangements beforehand, knowing that she wouldn’t have the heart to reject this case.


    Furthering her bluff, she moved closer, their lips now barely an inch apart. Her eyes flickered as she stared into his.


    "You... You’re supposed to be my first client, but you’re ruining my first day at work, Mister," she firmly hissed at him with a mocking tone. "Who the hell is Rain yton to you? My name is Diana... Diana Jones. D-i-a-n-a J-o-n-e-s!."


    Seconds ticked by as Alexander just stared at her, seemingly caught off guard by her sudden dominance. Seeing the opportunity, she continued, "If you’re not here to be entertained, then I suggest you leave me alone instead of invading my privacy."


    She then quickly changed her expression and once again gave him a seductive smile. "Mister, this position is quite ufortable, don’t you agree? So, how about we start again without you trying to touch my hair, huh? You see, you’re not allowed to touch me or do anything to me without my consent. Do you understand?"


    Alexander didn’t reply after her outburst. Instead, he just stared at her with a frown. As such, she repeated, "Do you understand, mister? Or do you have a fetish for hair?"


    As if the incredulity of the question got to him, he suddenly blinked and burst out, "What?! No!"


    "If not, then I’ll take it as an agreement: no touching any part of my body unless I consent to it," she firmly reiterated.


    "Fine. Get off of me right now," he demanded through gritted teeth.


    "With pleasure."


    With a wink, Rain jumped off him, making sure to create enough distance away from him. Likewise, Alexander sat up, his expression dark as he seemingly regained his bearings.


    Rain took that momentary lull and walked to the counter to get a bottle of whiskey and some sses, but her eyes widened when she saw Alexander’s reflection behind her.


    Spinning around to face him, she said, "Don’t you ever give up?"


    Alexander didn’t respond. Instead, he moved forward, reaching for her wig again. Rain reacted swiftly, dodging to the side but Alexander didn’t stop there. His fingers brushed against the edge of her wig, causing her to stumble backward.


    "Damn it!" Rain hissed, trying to evade him but Alexander managed to get both hands on her wig, pulling it firmly. Rain struggled and in the scuffle, they both lost their bnce and fell to the floor. Alexandernded on top of her this time, pinning her down with his hand still tugging at the wig.


    Rain’s breath came in short gasps as she red up at him. "Let me go!" she demanded trying to push him off with her free hand while holding the wig in ce with the other.


    She couldn’t believe Alexander Lancaster could be this stubborn and persistent! It felt like getting into a fight with a ymate as a child.


    Before Alexander could pull the wig off the door swung open with a loud bang. Madame Beck stood in the doorway. "What’s the meaning of this?"