Chapter 438 Attending a Meeting While Flirting with a Woman
The computer screen displayed a foreign face, a fifty-something elite man who looked like a corporate executive at first glance.
Ashley instinctively covered her face, afraid of being seen by the other party. Damian curled his lips, and pinched her fingers, her slender fingers felt like delicate works of art in his palm, and his eyes carried a faint warmth as he pried her fingers open one by one.
Despite Ashley's attempts to resist, she was ultimately no match for his strength, and her entire face was passively revealed, helplessly hiding in his arms.
Because of the meeting, he was dressed in a neat suit, a dark black jacket, an elegant gray shirt, and a silver tie. The soft, silky fabric exuded a faint masculine fragrance.
Focusing on avoiding the camera, Ashley overlooked her position. The reason she could hide so smoothly was that she was sitting on Damian's lap. His legs were naturally spread apart, and she sat on the left one, sinking down into the small gap, just right in his arms.
Realizing this, Ashley felt both embarrassed and angry, but she didn't have the courage to walk away because she was afraid of being recognized by the person on the other side.
Damian lowered his head, his mouth close to her ear, "Didn't want to nap with me at noon, regretting it now, can't wait to throw yourself into my arms?"
Ashley reached out to cover his mouth, her palm pressed against his warm lips, her eyes wide open to stop him from speaking nonsense.
Damian, amused, played with her long hair. The Bluetooth headset was filled with the other party's speech, but he didn't care at all, teasing her like a cat, "Afraid of being seen?"
Ashley gritted her teeth and frowned, her features scrunched up on her small face, mouthing, "Shut up!"
Damian raised his chin, reminding her that his camera was off.
Ashley felt even more embarrassed this time. Damn it, why didn't he say so earlier!
She pressed against the table to get up, but Damian pushed her back down. He held her, moved the mouse with his arm, and began to speak.
A long string of professional terms, he spoke quickly but clearly, his voice very pleasant.
And that wasn't all, he didn't look at the screen while speaking, his gaze constantly shifting to her face.
Ashley couldn't hold it under his gaze, struggling to push him away, but with his microphone on, she didn't dare make a sound, only silently fighting him with her fists and feet.
She punched, and he palmed, encircling her fist in his palm, giving her no room to retaliate.
She kicked and stomped, but he grabbed both her pant legs, holding them tightly together, leaving only her feet free to move. Soon, her slippers flew off, revealing her feet, her ten toes curling defiantly.
Damian paused to play with her toes.
Until a question came through the headset, he continued speaking.
Ashley was completely subdued, utterly powerless to fight back.
Moments later, he finished speaking, turned off the microphone, and rubbed her forehead, "Don't think I can't deal with you during office hours."
Ashley finally realized, he only turned on the microphone when he was speaking, "I was just delivering coffee, don't go too far. Focus on the meeting, or people might notice you're not serious and refuse to cooperate with you."
Damian patted her firm buttocks, his fingers sliding over her thin wide-leg pants, displeased, "Why are you wearing so much in this hot weather?"
Living with you, of course, I have to wear more!
Ashley said righteously, "Air conditioning in summer is bad for the joints. I don't want to expose myself when I'm young and suffer from rheumatoid arthritis when I'm older."
Damian rubbed her joints, "The cooling system at home uses natural air, it won't hurt your knees. Wear a skirt tomorrow."
"No, I didn't bring one."
Damian brushed aside a strand of her bangs, pecking her unadorned skin, "I'll take you shopping after the meeting."
"Let me go first."
Damian looked at her with a half-smile, the boring meeting suddenly became interesting, and he didn't want to let go, "Don't move, be my pillow for a while. How many pounds have you lost recently? You're all bones, only this part is soft."
As he spoke, he placed his hand on the softest part of her upper body, finally satisfied.
Ashley angrily tried to pry his hand away, but suddenly heard him start speaking, so the curse she was about to utter had to be swallowed.
Scoundrel! Bandit!
Why dress so formally if you're not turning on the video, to show her what a wolf in sheep's clothing is?
Her eyes turned, and Ashley smirked evilly, her fingers suddenly attacking his armpit, lightly scratching through the suit.
Can't speak, huh? Let's see if you can keep a straight face!
Damian's back suddenly stiffened, then he grabbed her small hand, apologized into the microphone, turned it off, and kissed her deeply!
Ashley only wanted to retaliate, thinking he wouldn't do anything because of work, but he actually paused the meeting.
He buried his head, kissing her, his tongue prying open her lips, invading, wrapping around, and tasting, not too rough, but domineering enough to prevent escape.
Ashley raised her arm to hit him, but ended up wrapping it around his neck, unconsciously tightening.
Damian paused slightly, then continued to press into her lips and teeth more densely.
Her chest felt like it was being emptied of oxygen, her small face turning red, whimpering in surrender.
Damian finally softened, releasing her, inhaling the mingled scent of both of them, his voice hoarse, "Using tickling on me, you really need to be taught a lesson."
Ashley, breathless, gritted her teeth and spat at him, "Bastard! Can't I resist a little?"
"Allowed, but I remind Ms. Astor to recall her professional field, confess leniently, and resist strictly."
Ashley, blushing, grabbed his ear and twisted hard, "Since it's come to this, I'm not afraid of another round!"
Her strength was small, twisting his ear didn't hurt, but it piqued Damian's interest. His large hand moved to her slender waist, down, holding the curve of her back, his fingers hooking the waistband, "Are you sure?"
Ashley's alarm bells rang, and she quickly let go, "Mr. Hearst, Mr. Hearst, the coffee... the coffee is cold!"
Damian had to turn on the video for the rest of the meeting, so he temporarily let her go, not forgetting to kiss her again as he released her.
Ashley angrily closed the door, stomping her feet.
Back in the living room, the phone rang.
Hannah excitedly shouted, "Ashley, did you see the news? Trinity is done for, disfigured! So satisfying!"
"I know, does it make you feel better?"
"Yes! Very satisfying! But... but you still can't get your lawyer's license back, you're the biggest loser."
Ashley looked at the well-dressed beast still in the meeting upstairs, gritting her teeth, "It's okay, I'll figure something out. In the meantime, follow Mr. Brin and the others closely, don't fall behind."
Hannah agreed wholeheartedly, "And Ashley, Mr. Long came to the law firm, plotting something with Harold in the office. I got scolded for eavesdropping, but I heard them mention Infinity Enterprises Group, which seems related to the Quantum Innovations Tech case from last time."
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