He never mistreated those women who took care of his body, pleased his emotions, and facilitated his business.
He only has one principle - for those women who dream of becoming "Mrs. Thomson," he never shows them any courtesy or compassion.
Emma Smith was confident that she could handle the job of a "Full-Time Secretary." However, when the man who had been busy staring at the computer for nearly an hour hadn't even glanced at her, her mental preparation couldn't stand up to the dissatisfaction and annoyance caused by being completely ignored.
Emma Smith was left there, her mind racing and her thoughts drifting. She continued to stand stiffly to the side, her face filled with distress, until Robert Thomson looked up at her.
Seeing her expression at this moment, Robert Thomson couldn't help but frown slightly.
In the past, which woman wouldn't try to please him with all their charm and grace? Even if he didn't give an order, they would find a seat and sit down on their own.
This one was special though. She stood there like a stick, not even knowing to sit on the sofa, let alone flirtatiously throwing him glances and making provocative gestures.
Did she not want to be a secretary here?
Could it be that she had promised him last night, but today she had changed her mind completely?
"Come here!"
His command was simple and powerful, his voice was light and pleasant, but devoid of any emotion.
"Come here?" She was already standing in front of the office desk, how could she come any closer?
He narrowed his eyes, the creases between his brows expressing his dissatisfaction.
"What? Do you plan to stand there all day? And still expect to earn a day's salary?"
He raised his handsome eyebrows, his displeased gaze and pursed lips appeared ruthless and cold, like a thoroughly business-like individual.
If it had been in the past, those women would have hurriedly thrown themselves into his arms, and would have been even more likely to touch his face and body.
When she suddenly understood, her previously puzzled expression immediately turned into a seductive smile. She strutted over to him, her high heels clicking, her slender waist swaying.
"Ah—Mr. Thomson—"
He reached out and pulled Emma Smith into his arms. Her heart raced, and her blood surged. At this moment, her soft body was trapped in Robert Thomson's warm, masculine embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her and his sturdy legs supporting her...
From him, she smelled a hint of wildness beyond his cleanliness, like a cunning wolf.
Just a moment ago, he had been serious and stern, unwilling to even look up from his work, but now, it was as if he had shed his disguise and revealed his true ferocity.
Yet somehow, this sternness and playful wickedness blended perfectly on him, not feeling abrupt at all.
The man gently lifted her sharp chin, pouring his gaze onto that enchanting face.
Though the face in front of him was completely different from hers, the calm light in her eyes remained pure and clean, even as she was trapped in the mire.
Those eyes, so reminiscent of someone else's, swept away his previous discontent.
A beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. His large hand slid along Emma Smith's curvaceous body, slowly caressing her, and finally stopping at... His palm tightened slightly, the slightly rough fingertips deliberately sought out the softest part of her body, grinding and circling slowly.
"Call me Robert— in private settings, call me Robert!"