Chapter 267 The Charm of Mrs. Fiores
After a passionate kiss, Fiorello lifted her up, his hands supporting her buttocks.
"Did you come alone? All the way from Cyberland to these three hundred miles? Why do you come so late?"
She hooked her arms around his neck, glanced into the room, and said with a smile, "I came to monitor to see if you were sleeping with other women."
That was true.
Maggie really came to monitor him.
Fiorello smiled. "Welcome, Maggie, to monitor anytime."
As they spoke, Fiorello already desired her, carrying her towards the bed and gently biting her collarbone.
In this room, there was only Fiorello; even the sheets were changed by the hotel at Fiorello's request due to the previous women.
Seeing no other women in the room, Maggie felt happy and completely at ease.
After a few hours of rushing around, meeting in such circumstances, their emotions were certainly uncontrollable.
Maggie took the initiative to kiss his lips even more passionately than him.
Her response excited him, turning all the excitement into action, leading to a fierce battle.
The next day.
Exhausted, Maggie slept until noon the next day, only to wake up and find Fiorello, dressed in a suit and tie, working on his computer next to her.
Maggie felt incredibly happy at that moment; Fiorello, in a suit, exuded a charming aura, making one want to undress him.
Wrapped in a blanket, Maggie smiled and said, "Fiorello, you remind me of the words 'well-dressed and well-groomed'."
No one could imagine that such a handsome man was so fierce in bed.
Fiorello smiled slightly, put down the computer, walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, and caressed her face with his slender hands. "It seems you were quite satisfied with my performance last night."
Maggie shyly covered half of her head with the blanket, revealing only her eyes, blinked, and smiled. "I was very satisfied."
This Maggie was lovely yet seductive.
Fiorello, upon seeing her, felt a physical reaction. "You are truly charming."
If there weren't work to be done, Fiorello would have wanted to be with Maggie again.
Fiorello kissed Maggie's forehead and said, "I'll have some food sent over by the hotel for you to eat. I have things to do in the afternoon and can't take you with me. You can wait for me at the hotel or go out for a walk by yourself."
Fiorello was on a business trip, and Maggie understood. Wrapped in a blanket, she sat up and said, "You don't need to worry about me; I'll wait for you at the hotel."
Maggie wrapped in a blanket, leaning against the head of the bed, with her shoulders exposed, made Fiorello feel uncomfortable.
Maggie's golden curls, slightly messy and scattered over her shoulders, added to her disheveled beauty. Her delicate features, resembling a bunny's expression, were just tempting.
Fiorello loosened his tie, his well-defined knuckles cupping her face, his voice husky. "Let's postpone work for another hour and do something else now."
Maggie chuckled. "Fiorello, it's already daylight, you..."
Nothing was more important than Maggie.
And so, Fiorello made the client, Mr. Lewis, wait at the hotel for five hours.
From eight in the morning until one in the afternoon.
Mr. Lewis couldn't help but ask William, "Is Mr. Flores unwell, or does he have objections to the project?"
William smiled and said, "Mr. Lewis, please be patient; Mr. Flores is busy."
Mr. Lewis curiously asked, "What is Mr. Flores busy with?"
William hinted. "Ms. Flores came last night."
As Fiorello's assistant, William naturally knew that Maggie had arrived.
While Maggie was still asleep, William, unaware of Maggie's presence, rashly looked for Fiorello, almost disturbing them.
Now that Maggie was here to soothe Fiorello's emotions, even if there were issues, he would be temporarily safe, at least avoiding the trip to the desert.
"Ms. Flores." Mr. Lewis exclaimed. "Mr. Flores really did get married. I didn't see Mrs. Fiores yesterday."
Mr. Lewis felt nervous; if he had known Mrs. Fiores had come, he wouldn't have arranged for a woman, which was counterproductive.
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