Yvette felt his hot breath.
Lance put his right arm on the back of the chair, his thin lips only a finger away from her cheek.
She was so scared that her heart skipped a beat.
She could not help but think of how he kissed her roughly the last time. The teeth marks had not disappeared yet, and she could see them every time she took a shower.
Instantly, her small face became hot.
She wanted to step back, but what was behind her was the wall cooled by the air conditioning.
She looked at the man's thin lips that were getting close, swallowed, and said in a nervous voice, "If... if you come closer, I will sue you for sexual harassment and have you punished by labor arbitration law!"
Lance laughed. He raised his long finger and knocked at her forehead.
"Ouch!"
Yvette's beautiful face wrinkled. She covered her head and glared at him. "What are you doing? Can this be considered domestic violence?"
