Chapter 19 Let Me Help You
"What's up?"
I lifted my eyelids slightlyto acknowledge her presence.
"Are you still holding a grudge?" Mia queried, her lips forming a pout, a trace of hurt flashing in her eyes. "I admit, I may have overstepped today, but it was merely a reaction to the moment's intensity. Why did you have to paint me in such a light? Do I truly appear to be such a frivolous woman to you?"
In the recesses of my mind, I couldn't help but think, you're not just frivolous, you're downright contemptible.
Choosing to ignore her, I busied myself with tidying my desk. I had hoped she would take the hint and leave, but to my surprise, she rose from her seat, reached over, and attempted to snatch something from my hand. "Let me help you!" she insisted.
She leaned over slightly, her V-neck blouse dipping dramatically.
Despite her vexing personality, I couldn't deny her physical allure: a generous bust, a slender waist, all in perfect proportion.
She had positioned herself at a strategic height; I didn't even need to lower my gaze to appreciate the view.
Suddenly, I felt a tickle in my palm, only to find it was her, tracing her nails over my skin.
Turning her face slightly, she teased, "You're so naughty, where are you looking?"
Clearing my throat, I managed to stammer, "Your necklace is rather fetching!"
I attempted to divert my gaze, but found it stubbornly fixated. Eventually, I surrendered, curious to see what game this infuriating woman was playing.
She rolled her eyes at my comment but chose not to press the matter. Instead, she shifted the conversation, "You men are so careless, even organizing your workspace seems to be a task beyond your capabilities!"
As she spoke, she maneuvered around me, her hands busily arranging items on my desk. Her legs, encased in black stockings, brushed against my lap, hidden from the view of others. "Your desk hasn't been cleaned for two days; it's covered in dust!" she exclaimed.
With that, she swiftly returned to her seat to retrieve a wet wipe, and I could feel the curious gazes of our colleagues, particularly the envious stares of the men.
Those who had been involved with Mia previously were practically grinding their teeth in frustration.
Not too far away, Philip was sweeping the floor, his eyes filled with undisguised resentment.
I, however, felt entirely justified in savoring the moment.
Observing her provocative figure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
Suddenly, Mia's hand found its way to my leg, and she flashed me a smile. "I'm feeling a bit tired; let me borrow some of your energy?"
"By all means, make yourself comfortable," I replied nonchalantly.
Feigning interest in my phone, I began to take discreet photos. I remembered when I first joined the company, this detestable woman had indeed caused me to waste quite a few tissues. Fresh out of college, the allure of such a stylish and mature beauty was naturally irresistible.
She seemed to be aware of my actions but showed no signs of irritation. Instead, she leaned in even closer, providing me with a better angle to capture her expressive face in vivid detail.
In no time, she had finished organizing my desk. "Oh dear, there are papers on the floor; let me pick them up for you."
Our workstations were semi-private, offering a modicum of seclusion. The moment she crouched down, all eyes in the room widened in shock!
Some even rose from their seats, straining to see what she was doing.
Philip, in particular, who had been intimately involved with Mia recently, was visibly taken aback.
But now, in an instant, she was crouching before me, a sight that dealt a significant blow to his ego!
It felt akin to witnessing infidelity in broad daylight!
I was equally taken aback; this woman was audacious beyond belief. Could she truly be planning to follow through with this audacious act?
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