"Robert?"
She raised her head doubtfully. If she heard correctly, the Sthefany from last night only called him "Robert."
Gradually hugging the woman in his arms tighter, Robert Thomson looked at her bewildered expression, as helpless as a cute little animal. His handsome face, like a god of the wind, carried a heavy smile, his hot breath grazing her ear, while the affectionate movements of his hands never paused for a moment.
Although he chose her last night, it was mainly because he was in a period of loneliness, and she happened to stumble into his embrace. Secondly, though he was heartless, he still remembered the women he had been intimate with. That night five years ago was very beautiful.
Maybe it was because of that morning when she fled five years ago when he saw the eye-catching blood on the bed sheet. Or maybe it was her eyes, so much like someone else's, that softened his resolve.
However, there was another reason - the banquet a month later.
He had to find a "virtuous woman," a clean enough woman.
Neither Sthefany nor any of the other women could learn that person's seduction without also learning her proud purity.
But the woman before him, her bewildered gaze almost transparent clearness, was in line with his vision.
His lips gently brushed her neck, the tip of his tongue lightly teasing her earlobe, and Robert Thomson's voice softened, as pleasing as a divine song: "Your name is Emma Smith?"
"Mmm..." She should have feigned delight, even if she wasn't happy, she should have responded comfortably. But either his skill was too rich, or her experience was too little, and when the man's soft tongue grazed her earlobe, her entire body trembled slightly in an instant.
"Emma of admiration, clear of clarity, rain of raining."
"Emma Smith, Emma...good name!" The man's throat murmured her name softly, like melting chocolate, rich with sweet aroma spread around, intoxicatingly pleasing.
Though she knew it was only a fleeting relationship, with her name repeated and chewed over in the man's throat, seemingly heartfelt, a gentle touch rose in the depths of her eyes.
Already having undone several buttons of her shirt, using his mouth, his fingertips leisurely glided across the fine lace tightly enveloping her chest.
"As long as you like it, you can call me whatever you want."
Her reason was forcibly brought back a little bit, and Emma Smith smiled, even though her heart was calm, on the surface, she played the submissive role to perfection.
— A perfect female secretary should be presentable in the hall and suitable for the bed. Able to take care of work and please the body and mind.
Moreover, Robert Thomson had already said that one million was the "basic salary." As for the "bonus" and "commission," it would depend on how well she "served"!
"Very good, obedient women are the most likable. My Emma..."
It was clear that he was softly praising her, but in the next second, all of the man's gentlemanly demeanor completely crumbled!
He suddenly lifted her onto the office desk and brutally pushed her down. The files on the table fell to the floor with a rustle, scattering in all directions due to his actions. That frivolous and lustful look was like being possessed by an evil spirit.