The Billionaire in a Hard Hat Chapter 2

When the coffee shop closed for the night, Arthur also finished his shift.

He stood behind me, watching me lock the door, and then followed me to a nearby hotel.

I have social anxiety.

Severe social anxiety.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say to this towering "kept man," so I just kept my head down and walked.

The more I walked, the more awkward I felt.

The more awkward I felt, the less I knew how to walk.

It was a vicious cycle of clumsy movements.

Arthur didn't seem to notice my awkward gait. As we passed a convenience store, he suddenly asked lazily:

"Don't we need to buy some tools for the crime, sugar mama?"

My ears burned.

"Um... the hotel nightstands should have them, right?"

"I'm worried about the size not fitting."

"...Then please go buy some. I'll transfer you the money."

My voice was as small as a mosquito's.

Arthur didn't move, looking at me somewhat wickedly.

"It's only fun if we buy this kind of stuff together, right?"

"!"

My face felt like it was going to catch fire instantly.

I hurriedly waved my hands.

"N-no, I'll wait for you up ahead."

After saying that, without waiting for him to speak, I kept my head down and scuttled away, arms and legs swinging awkwardly in tandem.

Leaving behind only Arthur's barely audible chuckle.

Fortunately, I only waited a short while before he caught up with me, carrying a bag.

We entered the hotel, got a room, and went upstairs.

Because this was the most rebellious thing I had ever done in my life.

It went without saying what would happen today.

So my heart was racing like a trapped rabbit.

Pounding wildly.

It's not that I hadn't thought about bringing him home, but the soundproofing there was terrible. If the neighbors heard anything, it would be social death; I'd never be able to show my face again.

So a hotel was the safest and most suitable place for our relationship.

I secretly told myself to stay calm, but when I swiped the keycard to open the door, my hand shook a little, and it wouldn't open.

At that moment, a tall, solid body pressed up behind me.

Arthur encircled me, wrapped his hand over mine, and swiped the card again.

Beep.

It opened.

He asked in my ear: "You're the sugar mama, what are you so nervous about?"