"And what made you so stressed today Mr. President? Is it your Grandpa and that pretty lady?" Aryana looked at Erik with hooded eyes. She was teasing him.
Erik looked at her with a sullen expression.
"Come here." He beckoned to her.
Aryana obediently stood from her chair and stepped toward Erik. When he was near enough, he pulled her and sat her on his lap. He then reached out and slid his hand on her chest.
"What are doing? Control yourself, Mr. President. Others would think that you are a pervert." Aryana swatted his hand away.
"What are you thinking about? You are dirty-minded. I just want to look at your necklace." Erik took out the golden chain and fiddled with the pendant.
Aryana blushed. She wrongly accused him. She thought that he would do something to her.
"Bend a little bit."
