Alec's face, however, turned a deep shade of red, then nearly purple with embarrassment. As a man well-acquainted with the allure of women, he found Nicole's breathy tone almost unbearable.

If not for Jarrod's presence, Alec's reaction might have been stronger. He cursed inwardly, acknowledging begrudgingly that Nicole was really attractive.

Nicole's allure was more captivating than any Alec had encountered before, natural and effortless, a genuine sensuality that seemed to emanate from her very core, embodying the quintessence of feminine charm in every gesture and tone.

Jarrod noted Alec's discomfort, maintaining a stoic, unaffected demeanor.

As the elevator reached their floor, the doors slid open to reveal a Lineup of young, handsome men standing at attention. “Good evening, distinguished guests," they greeted warmly.

The club had curated a selection of male escorts who combined youthful vigor with rugged appeal, their well-defined physiques appealing to a broad range of tastes.

Known for their charm and ability to entertain, the club's male escorts offered a welcome reprieve to those seeking to unwind.

However, Alec's expression soured with disapproval. His strong sense of traditional masculinity made it challenging for him to accept men engaged in such work, despite his outward proclamations of job equality. He scoffed. “What nonsense, acting so effeminate...”

Jemma quickly countered, "Alec, you shouldn't say that. Our club's male servers are all strong and capable. Maybe you should see for yourself."

Alec's expression darkened further. "What? See my ass!"

Jemma chuckled, mischievously clarifying, “What are you thinking Alec? I meant you should see if they are strong with those muscles."

Alec was on the verge of losing his temper. Jemma was unmistakably taunting him! He knew he hadn't misunderstood her intention, not in the slightest!

Jemma, deciding to cease the verbal sparring, felt her arms grow weary from supporting Nicole. Noticing Jarrod obstructing their way, she addressed him, “Mr. Schultz, could you please step aside? It's difficult for us to get out."

Jarrod stood resolute, his presence formidable, blocking the view of those male escorts.

Just as Jemma began to lose hope of him moving, Jarrod shifted slightly, allowing them a passage.

Jemma's heart sank. It seemed the night's plan was unraveling.

Jarrod's minimal gesture hinted at his disinterest in meddling with Nicole's situation. So, what brought him into the elevator? Was Jarrod actually here to evaluate the club's male escorts? A man whose time commanded millions wouldn't normally squander it on such trivialities.

Though confused, Jemma knew she must proceed. Delaying could prompt Jarrod to suspect her motives, and that was a risk she couldn't afford with someone as calculating and unpredictable as him.

To Jemma, compared to Jarrod's complexity, Alec seemed straightforward and readable.

However, Alec was not fooled by Jemma's maneuvers. He sneered, “Jemma, what's the delay? Seems like you're hesitant to leave Miss Lawrence to them."