As if possessed by a devil, invading his body, his handsome smile was stained with an evil and cold aura.
"So, shall we play something more intense, huh?"
From above, the man's slender fingers gently touched her lips. Despite the smile on his face, what she saw were cunning and cruel eyes, just like those of a wolf.
Is it starting again? She looked at the floor-to-ceiling window that was wide open, knowing full well that nobody would see them in such a high-rise building, but still felt embarrassed.
The man's slightly cold fingers delicately unbuttoned her shirt one by one. Feeling a coolness in front of her, she seemed to sense that her shirt had been completely opened by him. The breeze blew past, making her feel a bit cold. She seemed like a dying fish, her snow-white belly swelling, waiting for his sharp teeth.
In his narrow eyes, a dark haze of enchantment flashed. His breath gradually blew towards her neck, turning into lustful, low moans.
His nimble fingers, like a spirit snake, swiftly slid into her clothes... Emma Smith felt Robert Thomson's face fall beside her cheeks, carrying the cool fragrance of jasmine. Before she could react, her body had already softly shifted places.
Her neck, cheeks, ears... every part he touched was her most sensitive area.
The scent of jasmine he exhaled made her head feel a bit hazy, and she heard his gentle and magnetic low voice: "So beautiful!"
He hadn't expected that under her plain white shirt, there was skin as white as snow, as smooth as satin. That delicate and soft touch was like precious porcelain, just a light touch with his fingertips filled him with an overwhelming urge to caress her.
His eyebrows relaxed slightly; this had originally been just a small "test." In the past, he had never been unrestrained in his office, always keeping a clear division between work and private life.
But, for some reason – whether it was the gentle sun today, or the sweetness of the woman beneath him – he felt an urge to go deeper.
Just then!
"Knock, knock, knock!" The sound of knocking suddenly rang out. Robert Thomson, who had just bent over, and Emma Smith, who was awaiting the inevitable, both froze.
A touch of displeasure crossed Robert Thomson's eyes, but the next moment, he straightened up, his voice still hoarse from his earlier aroused state: "Who is it?"
At that moment, he didn't feel even a bit of remorse for letting personal matters disrupt his work, only a simple unwillingness to be interrupted.
"Mr. Thomson, it's me, Christopher Wilson." The man outside spoke calmly and meticulously.
It was his assistant, Christopher Wilson.
Robert Thomson glanced at Emma Smith, and she immediately got off the desk and quickly dressed.
"Come in."
As soon as Christopher Wilson entered, he noticed the scattered files under the desk, Emma Smith's disheveled hair that she hadn't had time to tidy up, her lipstick smeared all over her, and he hesitated for a moment.
If he remembered correctly, this was the first time that Robert Thomson had ever "graced" a woman in his office, right?
This is his newly hired secretary today? Christopher Wilson glanced at Emma Smith. She didn't seem pretty enough to make their stern and rigid CEO completely lose self-control, did she?
He had been Robert Thomson's right-hand man for over ten years.