Task NO.1: How To Pursue Miss CEO

“Wait a minute!” Selena had bent over to pick up the proposal scattered on the floor, but Pierre grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. Subsequently, he pinned her to the table. “You flung the proposal at my face, yet you’re going to brush it off with a mere apology?”

Selena felt as though her waist was about to snap. “So, what do you want?” “To kiss you.”

“Don’t go overboard!” “There’s no such word as going overboard in my vocabulary.”

Selena glared at the man in front of her. How I wish to just shoot him!

The two of them then faced each other in that position, Selena’s upper body sprawling on the table while her legs were under the table, making her waist ache like hell. Abruptly leaning down, Pierre captured her lips. Her lips are just so soft like flower petals, even seemingly tinged with bursts of fragrance. Ah, they just make me long to gobble her up every single time!

Selena kept her mouth tightly closed at first, but Pierre quickly invaded and plundered it even as his hands roamed all over her waist. When hot breaths slapped her and he started unfastening his pants, Selena finally realized what this despicable man was trying to do. “No! Stop!”

time, so why are you feigning chastity

“No!” Selena struggled wildly.

restrained her hands and

snap any moment. “Stop, Pierre Fowler, you b*stard! This is a meeting room, so

territory!” As Pierre spoke, he unfastened her buttons one by one, his movements exceedingly

in his eyes. Am I

this moment, there was a knock on the door. “I’m here with the

so earlier or later! This was Fowler Corporation and not Empire Group, so Pierre wouldn’t truly act recklessly. He straightened up at once and pulled Selena up as well. “Come in.”

returned to her

a young and beautiful lady. She sashayed in with two coffees in hand and placed them beside Pierre and Selena respectively. “Your black coffee, President Fowler.” The assistant glanced at the papers

milk time and again when he had me brew him