Faye was fuming mad, thinking to herself, "Thalassa is such a slut!"
If looks could kill, Faye would have already murdered Thalassa by now.
After leaving the office, Thalassa scuttled back to the desk. She didn't dare get too close and anxiously blurted, "Mr. Sinclair, I had nothing to do with that elevator chatter in the video. I didn't spread the rumor either."
Her eyes were wide with anxiety, her heart still fluttering from Lysander's earlier actions. She looked downright pitiful, her tears making her all the more appealing.
Lysander's lust hadn't quite subsided. Seeing her approach him again stirred up feelings of pity.
Lysander stood up, his presence overpowering as he walked towards her.
"Really, you didn't spread the rumor? Then why so nervous?" Lysander advanced on her step by step.
Under his intimidating aura, Thalassa backed away, "Mr. Sinclair, I swear I didn't. Why would I spread rumors? What's in it for me?"
The sunlight streaming in from the window lit up her eyes, making them look crystal clear.
From Lysander's perspective, her eyes were like sparkling glass beads, reflecting a dazzling light..
Her long lashes cast a shadow.
Lysander grabbed her slim waist, pulling her close. Their bodies pressed together.
"How is it not to your benefit? Isn't it what you've always wanted, for everyone to know you're my woman, for the rumor to be true?"
Lysander's voice was low and smoky
Thalassa blinked in surprise. She pushed against his chest, trying to create some distance. Their close proximity was suggestive.
"Mr. Sinclair, I didn't spread any rumors, nor do I have any such intentions. I'm here at the Sinclair group to work hard and make a living, that's all."
Thalassa's heart was racing. She struggled to free herself from his grip.
But the man was strong, his arms around her waist like a vise. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get away. Her struggles only caused friction against him, exciting him even more.
Damn it.
He was losing control. He wanted to make love with her right here, right now!
He was certain her cleaning act in front of him was a deliberate attempt to seduce him.
He had only intended to teach her a lesson, but he hadn't expected to be this affected!
He was helpless against her!
This predicament was irritating Lysander.
His gaze darkened.
Fury ignited, he abruptly let go of her waist, "Is that so? Then show me your determination to work hard!"
Without Lysander's support, Thalassa lost balance and fell to her knees.
She looked utterly abject.
Thalassa's eyes widened, her heart pounding in fear.
She quickly grabbed onto Lysander's trousers, trying to pull herself up.
As Thalassa's breath caught in her throat, a sense of foreboding washed over her like a cold wave crashing against the shore. It was too late, she realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Her gaze lifted, meeting Lysander's stormy expression, his features shrouded in shadows deeper than the darkest night. The intensity of his mysterious, deep-set eyes seemed to penetrate her very soul, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable, with nowhere to hide.
"Oh my God," Thalassa whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumultuous thoughts raging in her mind. What on earth had she done to evoke such a reaction from him? The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to suffocate her with each passing moment.