Chapter 402
Abigail handed me the utensils, her eyes practically begging for my reaction.
'Maybe the dishes just look good,' I thought, taking a bite.
And then, boom! 'This is too delicious!' I couldn't believe it.
I tried the other dishes, and they were just as amazing.
I was floored; the food was on par with what the private chef made yesterday. Did Abigail really have these mad cooking skills?
Every dish was spot on and super tasty.
I sighed inwardly; she left me no room to criticize.
"So, how is it? Do you like it?" she asked, staring at me.
I wanted to lie and say it was bad, but that'd be too harsh.
"It's okay, but the presentation is ugly; it kills my appetite," I said flatly.
She was happy at first, but then her face fell. She pulled out a small notebook from her bag. "Anything else? I'll write it down and fix it next time."
Seeing her so serious, I felt a bit helpless.
She was way too serious.
I thought, 'Alright, let's make this tough for her.' So I said, "I don't like food that's too spicy, too sweet, too salty, or too bland."
I rattled off a bunch of stuff.
"Anything else?" she asked, looking up.
I felt a bit defeated; she was taking all this in stride.
I glanced at her outfit, elegant and simple, and got an idea. "Also, I don't like your style of dressing. I prefer women in black stockings and sexier outfits."
She blushed and nervously asked, "You like sexy?"
"Not just that, I also like women in uniforms, school outfits, maid outfits, all kinds of sexy clothes."
She lowered her head, too shy to look at me, but kept writing in her notebook.
I was a bit exasperated; she was still taking notes.
After a while, she shyly said, "I've written it all down. Anything else, like hair accessories, do they need to match too?"
I waved my hand weakly. "That's it."
"Then, I'll go now. I'll come back tomorrow!" She packed up the lunchbox and hurried out.
For the first time, I felt so defeated by a woman.
Not long after Abigail left, Connie showed up.
"John, I'm here again!" Connie hung her sunglasses on her collar, leaning on the table with both hands. Her low-cut top revealed her bra. I didn't even have to look down to see her chest.
Today, she was wearing black lace lingerie, the semi-transparent kind.
I could even see her perfect nipples.
I couldn't help but swallow.
Lauren had been gone for three days, and the two women at home wouldn't let me touch them or help me out. I had been holding it in for days.
I shifted my position to avoid letting her see anything inappropriate.
"Why are you here again?"
I was helpless; Connie kept coming over every day, and I couldn't say anything about it.
Every time she came, she would get handsy.
"What, you're not happy to see me?" She took a step forward, standing in front of me, then sat on the desk. Her skirt was very revealing.
From my angle, I could clearly see her private parts.
I took a deep breath, suppressing my agitation. "I'm a man. Can you be a bit more mindful?"
She looked at me with a half-smile. "What, I let you look, and you're not willing? Others want to look but can't!"
As she spoke, she lifted her leg, her high heel slipping off, her pink-painted toenails brushing against my leg. The smooth, delicate skin made me want to touch it more.
I turned my head with difficulty. "Alright, stop messing around. What do you want?"
"You're such a boring man. I've gone this far, and you're still not moved?" She looked at me resentfully but then got serious. "There's a good project. Want to do it with me?"
"What project?"
I thought, 'As long as it's a money-making project, I'm in.'
"Then kiss me, and I'll tell you." She pointed to her smooth cheek.
I smiled bitterly. "I don't dare. If I kiss you, I'll have to take responsibility."
"Who wants you to take responsibility, you shameless jerk." Connie pouted. "Kiss me, and I'll tell you!"
I leaned back in my chair, feeling hopeless. "Forget it. My company has several projects running simultaneously. One less won't matter!"
"John, you're so heartless." She was both angry and helpless. I knew she was a clingy woman; once she latched on, it was almost impossible to shake her off.
Connie's family was very powerful; I couldn't afford to mess with her.
"You only get away with it because I like you. If it were someone else, even if they knelt down to lick my toes, it wouldn't work."
Connie got angrier as she spoke, "I'm mad. Aren't you going to comfort me?"
"You need comforting? Fine, I'll find you a boyfriend to comfort you, okay?"
"John, why are you pretending not to understand?" Connie said. "I've already told my friends in the group chat that you're mine. If they find out I'm so humble, won't they laugh at me?"
I said helplessly, "How about I explain to them that we're just pure friends?"
She gritted her teeth in anger and finally sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. "If you have the guts, push me away!"
"Is this how you play rogue? Are you going to force me?"
Connie sneered, "Yeah. I was gentle with you before, and you ignored me. Don't blame me for forcing you now!"
"Don't mess around. This is the office. If an employee comes in and sees, it won't be good!"
"No worries, I locked the door before coming in." She licked her sexy red lips. "John, didn't you say you don't like me? Then why is your organ reacting?"
"Don't misunderstand, it's just a normal reflex!"
She rubbed gently, and I felt excited, both comfortable and resistant. I said, "Don't mess around. Something really bad will happen."
"I'm not afraid."
She flicked her hair, the scent of a mature woman filling my nose, making my blood boil.
"John, I advise you not to be ungrateful. Accept me, and I promise your life will be a breeze." As she spoke, she threw her sunglasses aside, and two buttons on her shirt unknowingly came undone.
I swallowed hard.
"Connie, don't do this. I already have a girlfriend."
"So what?" Connie lifted my chin. "You're not married yet, right? As long as you're not married, I can do whatever I want."
"Can you say you don't have feelings for me? Can you say you don't want to have sex with me? Every time I come here, don't you want to tear off my clothes?"
She hit the nail on the head, making me both embarrassed and helpless. I couldn't hit her, and I couldn't scold her.
"Then come on, but I'm not taking responsibility." I leaned back in the chair, not caring anymore.
"You got some balls."
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