Instead of answering, Grace remained silent, staring at Oliver.
On the other hand, Oliver actually didn't care whether Grace answered his question or not.
His eyes were now fixed on Grace's lips, which were slightly parted and looked sexy.
The passion inside Oliver's body just exploded like a cannon. He felt his body suddenly heat up, and his heartbeat became wildly irregular.
Grace's tempting breasts were now laid out in front of him as if waiting to be touched.
Oliver looked down at Grace's short skirt up to her thighs.
Oliver's thing, which had been throbbing, became even harder like a rock. Oliver imagined Grace's lace panties that he had seen earlier.
Both of them seemed to be silent without words. Only their breathing sounded increasingly labored.
Grace turned her face to the side in embarrassment. She tried to cover the red tinge that spread across her cheeks.
Oliver's perfectly hardened cock felt very real, pressing against the bottom of her stomach.
It was hard, big, and long.
Grace immediately imagined Oliver's object entering her. Oliver looked at Grace's face, which was red with passion.
The faint scent of Grace's perfume made the passion inside Oliver burn even more.
At this point, suddenly, Carla's face flashed in Oliver's mind.
'Geez... what did I do?' he thought.
Oliver quickly rose to his feet, straightening his messy clothes.
"I'm sorry," Oliver said as he turned his back to Grace.
Grace did the same.
Standing with their backs to each other in the deserted corridor, both looked equally ashamed of what had just happened.
Grace's mind still couldn't move on from Oliver's hard object that was pressing on the bottom of her stomach.
"Oliver," Grace was the first to speak up to overcome the awkwardness. "I don't want this kind of incident to spread. Remember, starting today I am your boss. Watch out if anyone finds out about this incident. I will make you regret it!"
Oliver only smiled in response.
To be honest, Oliver's mind had not fully recovered. He still imagined the pleasure and warmth when Grace's breast pressed tightly against his chest just moments ago.
He wiped his lips with the tip of his tongue while trying to recall the softness of Grace's lips when their lips accidentally touched.
"Let me take you to the HR room to sign the employment contract," Grace said again, snapping Oliver out of his reverie.
Grace walked ahead of Oliver to the HR room to sign the employment contract.
After Oliver signed the employment contract, Grace, the PR department director, also put her signature next to Oliver's signature, a sign that Grace approved Oliver to join her team.
Then Grace simply left the room without saying goodbye. Apparently, she was still embarrassed by the incident in the hallway.
Oliver completed the new employee registration process with Bella. After completing all the registration processes, Bella invited Oliver to the Public Relations Department.
Bella didn't know that Oliver had accidentally entered the PR Department earlier in the day.
Upon entering the PR Department room, Oliver was surprised by the presence of beautiful women in their early twenties who filled the room.
'How come it's empty, huh? Where have all these people gone?" Oliver wondered.
They seemed to be sitting diligently, attending to their work in their respective cubicles.
Everyone lifted their faces from their computer screens and looked at Oliver, who was the only man in the room.
Oliver's tall, well-built body with his broad chest seemed to mesmerize all eyes.
Oliver's tan skin contrasted nicely with the plain white shirt he was wearing.
Oliver folded his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing the veins on his arms and emphasizing his masculine look.
"Hhusss...."
One of the women in the room whistled softly in response to Oliver's presence. He didn't know exactly which one.
"Hello everyone. This is Mr. Oliver Maxton, who will take up the position of PR Manager from today," Bella introduced Oliver to a standing ovation from the staff.
"That's right. Now we have something to look at to wash our eyes," said one of the staff.
"That's right. It's also boring to look at mounds every day. If there are bars like this, our eyes will be refreshed," said another staff member, laughing after her friends.
Then laughter after laughter bubbled up in the room. Oliver was surprised by his colleagues' response.
"That's all right. Don't go crazy right away. Mr. Oliver will get a heart attack. Let's get to know each other first. I go to prepare a table for Mr. Oliver first."
After saying that, Bella left Oliver, who was immediately surrounded by the PR Department's girls.
The girls, who looked beautiful in Oliver's eyes, all scrambled to shake Oliver's hand. Some of the girls even deliberately lingered during the handshake instead of immediately letting go of Oliver's hand.
A big smile continued to spread across Oliver's face as he received a warm welcome from the staff.
"Thank you... thank you...."
That was all Oliver could say as he nodded his head.
'Wow, crazy. This could be dangerous,' Oliver thought ironically.
He was actually happy that he was finally no longer unemployed. But, on the other hand, he was also worried that he would forget himself working with these young ladies who seemed to be all coquettish to him.
For Oliver, it was like a feeling of having already experienced the present situation.
Back when he was still active in the Red Dragon Clan, Oliver was often faced with situations where he was surrounded by sexy women who aggressively flirted with him.
Quite often, their interactions led to intercourse. It's part of the mission. Oliver was one of the best intel the Red Dragon Clan had.
Since he had been living as a trashy son-in-law in his wife's family, he had never experienced such a situation again. On the other hand, at home, his wife never let him touch her.
As a result, Oliver's primitive desires had been held back all those years, waiting to be unleashed.
That's why he was now worried. Perhaps, without being able to control it, he would end up having sex with these women in his wife's office.
'Don't let it happen! No way!' Oliver thought, shaking his head.
Despite his mischievous nature, Oliver was a loyal person. He knew that.
Now he had Carla. Although he still couldn't have Carla "completely," he was sure it was only a matter of time. Everything needs a process.
Taking a deep breath, Oliver looked around him.
Among the women huddled around him, there was one staffer who had been staring deeply into Oliver's face. With her eyes, the woman traced Oliver's face, starting from his thick caterpillar-like eyebrows, his sharp nose, and his sturdy chin.
She wriggled her body, a sign of her arousal, as she looked at him.
As if realizing he was being stared at, Oliver turned to her. They met eyes.
The woman came forward and extended her hand to shake Oliver's.
"Lyra," she said.
Oliver nodded politely to Lyra, who deliberately took off the top two buttons of her shirt before coming forward to introduce herself.
Lyra was still shaking Oliver's hand tightly.
With such a close distance, Oliver could clearly see the mounds of Lyra's breasts poking out of the top of her shirt.
"Cute... ahhh..." Lyra's friends started whistling and cheering.
Oliver was at a loss for words. He wanted to pull his hand away, but he was afraid Lyra would be offended.
Suddenly, the girl behind Lyra pushed her back, and her body fell forward.
Reflexively, Oliver caught Lyra's body to prevent her from falling.
"Ah, sorry," Oliver said, realizing Lyra's mound was pressed against his chest.
"It's okay," Lyra replied.
She was even enjoying herself, deliberately leaning her body against Oliver's chest.
'See, what did I tell you? It's dangerous for me to be in the middle of these girls!' Oliver muttered.
At this point, the door to the room opened, and Grace's figure appeared behind it.
The room was instantly silent. Grace stepped in, looking angry at what caught her eye.
'Whoops, this is bad!' Oliver thought.
Grace looked angrily at Lyra, who was clinging to Oliver's chest. Grace's lips twitched horribly.
A moment later, she turned to Oliver.
The blood in Oliver's body rushed at Grace's razor-sharp gaze.
'Crazy. This girl is so scary when she's angry,' Oliver thought as he looked to the side or anywhere as long as he didn't have to meet Grace's gaze.
At this point, Oliver finally understood the phrase 'razor-sharp gaze.'
"What the hell is this? It hasn't even been a day yet; you're already causing a riot!" Grace screamed, breaking the silence.
She took a deep breath before continuing, "I'm warning you, don't get entangled with this lustful bastard!"
Grace screamed angrily with her index finger pointed straight at Oliver.
Lyra quickly disentangled herself from Oliver's chest and returned to her cubicle.
Grace glanced hatefully at Lyra's back.
That little thing did not escape the gaze of Oliver, who had the sharp eyes of a hawk. Oliver knew exactly what Grace's glance meant.
Instead of anger, Grace was actually jealous of Lyra.
"Come with me now!" Grace growled again at Oliver and walked ahead to her room.
Continued...