Jason Lockwood let her go and fastened her seatbelt. He said with a wicked charm, "If you want to go one-on-one, we can. Just not here."
"Then where do you suggest?"
Jason Lockwood raised a provocative eyebrow. "Bed!" After tossing out that one word, he shut the car door and walked around to the driver’s side.
Jasmine Warren’s face flushed beet red. She fud for a good while before finally sputtering out a single word, "Pervert!"
"Mm, I quite like that word." Jason Lockwood wasn’t the least bit angry. He had already placed a hand on Jasmine Warren’s leg, stroking it back and forth.
’Since I’m already a pervert, there’s no need to hide it.’
Besides, he really did like the word "pervert."
"Ah! You filthy pervert, you lecher! Get the hell away from !" ’It was one thing for him to act like this in bed, but how could he be such a pervert out in public too?’
’He was truly the most shaless, most perverted guy she had ever t!!!!’
"Tomboy, the more you’re like this, the more I like you." For a man who’d been abstinent for years, once he got a taste, he simply couldn’t hold back or control his desires.
Seeing this woman curse him out only made him want to pin her to the bed and ruthlessly conquer her...
***
Sothing had co up unexpectedly at X Group, so Silas Kent spent the entire day in video conferences. Mika Sumrs remained by his side, drafting a new project proposal as he worked.
By the ti the etings ended, it was almost ten o’clock at night.
Mika Sumrs glanced at her watch, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
"What’s wrong?" Silas Kent closed his laptop and walked over to her, asking with concern.
Mika Sumrs picked up the docunts from the table and stood up. "It’s nothing. Let’s go." ’It’s so late... Tristan Grayson has probably gone ho to be with Kiki by now...’
"Mm."
By the ti they arrived at the Empyrean Hotel, it was already close to eleven.
Their appointnt had been for ten o’clock, which ant Mika Sumrs and Silas Kent were clearly over forty minutes late.
For soone as punctual as Silas Kent, he definitely wasn’t going to make things difficult for these old-tirs tonight.
So, after they were seated, when those old-tirs ca to offer him toasts, he was very accommodating and drank every glass.
After sitting down, Mika Sumrs glanced around the room. She let out a small sigh of relief when she confird that Tristan Grayson wasn’t there.
"You must be President Sumrs. I’ve heard so much about you, and seeing you today, I can say your reputation is well-deserved." A bald, older man approached Mika Sumrs at that mont, a wine glass in his hand, and spoke with fawning praise.
Hearing this, Mika Sumrs turned to look at him, a sarcastic smile touching her otherwise composed face.
’Well-deserved reputation? According to the company rumors, I’m the shaless woman who climbed into Mr. Kent’s bed. The vixen and the bitch on everyone’s lips.’
’Oh? Right. There was another title: old hag.’
’So, was this old man really trying to complint ?’
Seeing that Mika Sumrs didn’t respond, the bald man continued his flattery. "President Sumrs, to have gained such favor with Mr. Kent in just two short years, your abilities must be truly extraordinary."
Mika Sumrs raised her wine glass from the table and stood up, the sarcastic curve of her lips deepening. "You’re too kind. I’m just trying to make a living by Mr. Kent’s side. How could I compare to all of you here, with your wealth of experience?"
Upon hearing her words, a middle-aged man sitting across the table smirked. His tone was purely teasing as he said, "President Sumrs, you’re being too modest. If Mr. Kent values you so highly, there must be sothing special about you."
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