Ethan Baird sat in the office waiting, he didn’t leave first; he wanted to see what exactly was going on with Charlotte Miller.
She had gone inside with Atlas Hallow for almost twenty minutes and hadn’t come out yet. He wasn’t sure if Atlas Hallow was giving her a hard time.
After thinking it over, he decided to take the initiative and found Daniel Parker, asking him to inform Atlas Hallow that he wanted to meet him. Sometimes it’s better to lay things out directly face-to-face.
"President Hallow, Mr. Ethan Baird is waiting outside and wants to see you." The desk was a mess, with Charlotte Miller half-leaning, her graceful back imprinted with crimson marks. She bit her lips tightly to stop herself from making any sound.
That damned man. When the phone on the desk rang, she thought she had escaped a predicament, but she didn’t expect Atlas Hallow to lift her onto the desk, answering the call with one hand while...
"He can see me, but he doesn’t have an appointment, and I’m busy right now. Let him wait outside for an hour." A deep voice flowed from Atlas Hallow’s thin lips, filled the air with magnetism, seemingly hinting at a touch of desire.
He made no effort to hide his desire.
Daniel Parker has always been a considerate and appropriately diplomatic assistant. After hearing this, he quickly hung up the phone.
"He’s just outside. Exciting, isn’t it?" The man’s lips continued to roam over her back, like a soft brush painting a picture of desire.
Exciting?
Every kiss felt like a fiery blossom blooming, like a breeze blowing through, causing all the buds on countless branches to open under his lips. It was irresistibly alluring, yet tender at the same time.
Her senses were filled with such meticulous kisses, as if she would float away like a balloon, but his large hand held onto a delicate nerve, which could tug at her entire body.
"Tonight..." Charlotte Miller’s voice was small, like the whimpering of a little beast, her back trembling as if resisting but also inviting, as his warm lips trailed down.
"What happens at night stays at night." It didn’t contradict anything for the night. Atlas Hallow’s deep laughter resonated from his chest. He liked this, even though he knew Ethan Baird and Charlotte Miller held no romantic feelings, he still liked it.
Ethan Baird waited just outside. Could this hour tell him something more clearly?
One hand pinched her delicate chin, eyes blazing with red flames. A brazen kiss landed on Charlotte Miller’s lips: "Perform better, otherwise, an hour won’t satisfy me. Do you want your good friend to wait outside for another hour?"
Atlas Hallow’s strong arms wrapped around her waist, half-hugging and half-carrying Charlotte towards the heavy door of the office. With a swift hand, he tore open her shirt, the tiny buttons bursting and scattering on the carpet. Her skin was exposed in large sections, falling into the man’s greedy gaze, looking breathtakingly beautiful...