"You are that mal..." The word "male prostitute" almost slipped out, Scarlett stared at the man in surprise, the last word was on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed it back.
Even though the other party was indeed in this line of work, would calling him a male prostitute be a bit disrespectful?
The man seemed unfazed and voiced what she was embarrassed to say, nodding, "I am the male prostitute Mr. Saxon hired. Mr. Saxon paid me a very generous amount to serve Miss Denton every night and ensure she's satisfied."
"Every time I went to the room Miss Denton booked, Mr. Saxon would have her turn off the lights in advance. Miss Denton always assumed it was one of Mr. Saxon's preferences, so she very much cooperated. This is why Miss Denton never discovered I was a substitute."
Finally, the man lifted the head he had kept lowered, revealing a slightly delicate face: "Miss Yates, please believe Mr. Saxon's words, he did not deceive you."
