LU Group President's Office.It was almost time to go home for the day, and Robert, with his hands in his pockets, strode with a carefree air to the door of Lucas's office.
There was a charity dinner at the Imperial Capital Hotel today, and both Robert and Lucas had been invited. As it happened, his work at the hospital was finished early, so he came early to wait for Lucas to go together.
Robert was wearing a slim-fitting white suit, which perfectly outlined his lean figure.
He rested one hand on the secretary's desk by the door, and with the other hand he supported his chin as he looked up and down at Fiona unabashedly.
"Secretary Fiona, you still look so good."
Fiona glanced at him and smiled politely, "Robert is joking, when it comes to looks, I'm no match for Secretary Sophia."
Robert snickered inwardly, I know Sophia is good-looking, but she's also out of my league.
When Fiona suddenly mentioned Sophia, Sophia frowned and gave her a gentle kick: "Robert, the president is still busy, he should be done in a while. Do you want to go to the lounge and wait? Would you like some tea or coffee?"
Robert waved his hand: 'No, I'll just stand here for a while and chat with Secretary Fiona."
"...' Sophia couldn't continue with the conversation, so she gave Fiona a look of good luck and continued with her work.
Robert looked at Fiona and gave her a lecherous look: "Secretary Fiona, I heard you're 25 years old this year? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Thanks for your concern, Robert. I have a boyfriend."
"When are you planning to get married? From a medical perspective, 25 to 30 years old is the best age to have children. For women, once they turn 25, time flies by in a flash."
Fiona had always hated this kind of rich playboy, and Robert was the epitome of everything she hated. Whenever he spoke, she felt uncomfortable.
Fiona's tone became increasingly unpleasant, and she looked at Robert with disgust. "Robert, I don't want to have children,"
when Lucas's intercom rang:
"Secretary Sophia, come in for a moment."
Sophia didn't want to avoid Lucas, she just wanted to help Fiona get rid of Robert. So she gave Fiona a wink.
Fiona immediately understood what she meant and nodded repeatedly.
Then Sophia said into the phone, "President, I happen to have something on my hands. Can Secretary Fiona go in and help you?"
"No, I want you to come in." Lucas hung up the phone.
Robert, who was standing nearby, almost laughed out loud. With Sophia there, why would Lucas want another woman to come in?
Sophia stood up helplessly and walked into the office.
Lucas was standing in front of the window with his back to the door, wearing a freshly ironed white shirt that had just been delivered from the boutique.
His posture was straight and slender, with smooth lines on his broad shoulders. The shirt clung to his perfect waistline and was tucked into his suit pants. Just such a back view could make many women fall head over heels.
But Sophia was the exception.
Because she had seen the beastly appearance beneath this good-looking skin.
The words "well-dressed beast" were tailor-made for Lucas.
Hearing Sophia come in, Lucas turned his head. He pointed to the suit hanging on the hanger next to him: "Help me put it on."
Sophia was speechless. Did Lucas have Parkinson's or a stroke? Couldn't even dress himself?
Seeing that she had stood up straight and wasn't moving, Lucas raised an eyebrow and said, "What? Sophia the secretary doesn't want to?"
"No, I'm just stunned by how handsome the CEO is."
Sophia gave a small smile, took the black suit off the hanger, and helped Lucas put it on.
Lucas's eyes were stern.
This woman, she was once again talking nonsense with a double standard.
When would she finally tell him the truth?
Sophia helped Lucas arrange the lapel of his suit. Her long, white fingers lightly pressed against the fabric of the high-quality flannel. Even through his clothes, Lucas could feel his heartbeat quicken, and his blood begin to slowly boil.
He looked down at Sophia's face. At such a close distance, he could not see a single pore on her soft face, and the small fuzz on her skin was clearly visible.
After a while, Sophia looked up and gave Lucas a sweet smile, "There you go, CEO."
At this moment, Lucas could no longer control himself. He wrapped his arms around Sophia's waist and pressed her body against his chest.
After a moment of confusion, Sophia's mouth curved up: "What is it, President?"
"Secretary Sophia, when will you tell me the truth?"
Sophia's constant pretence made Lucas feel uncomfortable. He missed the look of panic she would sometimes let slip, and he knew that was the real her.
Sophia tilted her head: "What truth does the president want to hear?"
Lucas's hand slowly explored her clothes: 'Are you afraid of me?"
Sophia found this amusing. Which woman wouldn't be afraid of your cold face, Lucas, which looks like it's just come out of the refrigerator?
She nodded: 'Yes."
Lucas held out a hand and gently stroked her face: "But what to do, Secretary Sophia, I seem to have fallen for you."
Sophia was instantly silenced by Lucas's evil gaze and his unyielding expression.
This sentence "I seem to have a crush on you" sounded to her no different from "I want to eat you up".
Seeing the panic on Sophia's face, Lucas gave a satisfied smile.
Then he ordered, "Come to the dinner with me tonight."
"Why?" Sophia looked up in surprise.
"What, Secretary Sophia doesn't want to go?"
"If the CEO needs a female companion, there are definitely many more suitable candidates than me."
"..."
"If the CEO needs one, I'll go help him contact someone."
Sophia said, and her hands, which were resting on Lucas's arm, gave a gentle push, meaning, "Can you take your hands out of my clothes?"
Lucas's face turned black, as if it could drip ink: "Have you ever seen me bring a female companion?"
Sophia was about to laugh out loud. You never bring a date, so why did you bring me? Am I not even considered a woman in your eyes?
She was thinking about how to reply when suddenly...
Snap.
Lucas unbuttoned Sophia's bra, and it slid down her shoulders.
"Secretary Sophia doesn't have to go if she doesn't want to. I'll take care of this for the day,"
Lucas said, grabbing her bra and slowly pulling it down.
Sophia was dumbfounded by this series of actions.
Who said that Lucas was an abstinent man who didn't get close to women? He was so familiar with the process, he was practically a repeat offender!
She quickly covered her chest and tugged in the opposite direction, "President! Please respect yourself!"
Lucas grinned evilly, "What is respect?"
"..."
After a while of tugging, Sophia conceded defeat. She knew she could never compete with this dog of a man.
No, it's better than a dog.
"Fine, I'll go! President, let go!"
Hearing her say this, Lucas let go of her hand contentedly.
Sophia quickly reached out to fasten the clasp of her bra, but she didn't know if it was because she was too flustered that her hands were shaking, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it to fasten.
"Let me help you."
Lucas took hold of Sophia's hands, which were clasped behind her back, and with a gentle touch, the bra was once again worn perfectly on her body.
However, it seemed that he had no intention of letting go.
He looked at Sophia with a wicked smile, meeting her moist eyes like a frightened little rabbit.
The next second, Lucas lowered his head and kissed Sophia deeply on the lips.
His kiss was domineering and passionate.
Sophia felt as if her brain was running out of oxygen from the kiss.
Just as she was about to suffocate, Lucas let her go.
"Get off work at six sharp, we'll go together."
Lucas finished, then threw a gift box at Sophia: "Put this on."
Sophia took the gift box, blushed and nodded: 'Thank you, President. I'll go out first then."
She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, tidied her hair and clothes, took the gift box and quickly walked out of the office.
Every day, work and sex, Margaret was right, sooner or later she would die at Lucas' hands.