Chapter 42
Her surprise was evident. "No, it's not okay. When I say it's not okay, it means it isn't. Dare to repeat this, and I'll dock your pay."
Rather than responding to her threat, I chose to change the subject. "Does your back feel any better?"
"Why are you asking this? Haven't I made it clear we're not to discuss this anymore?" Her tone was icy, distant.
She was a complex creature, this woman.
"I couldn't help but notice you seemed uncomfortable. It must be hard on you, staying late to work overtime for my project."
That's when it hit me. She was without a back cushion. Had she misplaced it?
A wave of annoyance washed over me. "Where's the back cushion I gave you? Didn't I mention it could alleviate your back pain?"
I hadn't realized my tone had hardened until it was too late.
She looked taken aback. "Are... are you angry?"
"What do you think?" I retorted, irritation seeping into my voice.
Her eyes darted around anxiously. The power dynamic in our relationship had shifted in my favor. She gestured towards a cabinet, "I put it in there."
I crouched down, opened the cabinet, and retrieved the panda cushion, positioning it behind her back. "Leave it here, and don't stow it away again."
"John, who gave you permission to rummage through my cabinet? And who gave you the right to speak to me in such a manner?"
Her eyes flashed with anger. Her pride and standoffish nature were once again on full display.
I chose not to engage in a confrontation, opting for a more subtle approach.
Setting down the lunchbox, I sighed, "I'm just worried about you. Your back and waist must be aching, right?"
As I spoke, I rested my hand on her shoulder. Physical contact between a man and a woman was a tricky thing. It was either non-existent or incessant.
So, it was wise never to believe the myth of pure friendship between men and women.
If it existed, it was because either the man was too ugly, or the woman was too ugly, to the point where neither could make a move.
"What are you trying to do? Take your dirty hands off!"
She attempted to rise, her voice laced with panic.
I applied pressure with both hands, holding her firmly in place, then leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Don't be nervous, trust me. I just want to ease your discomfort. If you're scared, just close your eyes. It'll be over soon."
Her body shivered, and her resistance weakened. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling dramatically.
"That's right, just like I taught you before, take deep breaths."
She gradually relaxed, and I began to massage her shoulders.
From my vantage point, I could see the deep cleavage and the black lace...
The scent of her aristocratic perfume was intoxicating, a balm to the soul.
I gradually increased the pressure, and she couldn't suppress a moan.
"Don't hold back, it's just the two of us. The security guard just finished his round, and it will be at least half an hour before they come by again!" I coaxed, my voice dripping with seduction.
"Uh-huh!" She hummed, a sound so heart-wrenchingly sweet it felt as though someone was lightly tickling my heart with a feather.
Massaging her shoulders was no longer enough.
"Lily, may I massage your waist?"
She remained silent, and I took her silence as consent.
But her blazer was a hindrance. I whispered in her ear, "Lily, your blazer is a bit in the way. May I help you remove it?"
Her eyes flew open, her hands clenched tightly. But before she could utter a word, I acted, swiftly removing her blazer.
My hands traveled from her lower back to her waist, pressing firmly against her.
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