She turned to the platter and plucked a grape from the bunch and held it just above his lips.
The man could grab people with his eyes, demand things from them and probably eat them alive.
She waited, frozen in place, holding his intense gaze and going through the motions.
Slowly, he smacked his lips together, ridding them of the juices she wanted to wipe away. Disappointment flashed across his features as he pulled his eyes away. He grabbed the document he had been reading and glance back up at her.
"Delicious little snack," he emphasized the work little before lifting the paper and going back to work.
Qian Meng wanted to dump the platter on his head. But she refrained. If he wasn't willing to eat the whole platter, he would only be getting this little snack and nothing else.
She tore herself away from his side and poured herself a glass of obscenely expensive wine. She took a seat in her assigned seat and looked outside.
