Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Robbie remained in the room, his eyes never leaving the computer. He was waiting for the resident of the villa to appear in order to get a good look at her face. After a long while, however, she was nowhere to be seen. In addition, the villa’s windows had all been shut.

The only sights the mechanical dove was privy to were the villa’s stone walls.

Robbie felt his stomach growl. He picked up the hot cross bunny on the table and ate it, washing it down with milk. Then he continued watching the screen intently.

Before he knew it, it was noon, and Mrs. Rawlston was rapping on the door, calling, “Mr. Robinson, time for lunch.”

Robbie’s eyes were sore, and he was starving. However, he wasn’t about to squander this opportunity. He yelled through the door, “Mrs. Rawlston, can you bring the food up here? I’ll eat in the room.”

Mrs. Rawlston exchanged looks with Henry, who was standing behind her.

Rawlston replied agreeably, “Alright, I’ll get it ready

the screen. They can’t possibly stay in

entering the room, she saw Robbie planted in front of the computer. “Mr. Robinson, you’ll hurt your eyes if

Robbie swiveled in his seat to face her. “Can you bring

table. She believed that the study table was not an appropriate

you, Mrs. Rawlston.” Robbie reached for his

your food,” Mrs. Rawlston said tenderly.

Robbie nodded absently. “I’ll call for you when I’m done with

Rawlston said

spite of that, Robbie was unfazed.

of the day came and went without much fanfare. When at last night fell, Robbie sprawled onto

a car revving startled Robbie awake. He rubbed his eyes and squinted

of the villa opened. Eight female bodyguards lined up before the door bearing black umbrellas.

suit marched out of

his gaze. The figure he had seen that morning had looked just

entire day Robbie had spent waiting had been

before his eyes, Robbie refused to blink for fear of