Wilson narrowed his gaze thoughtfully. But before he could think deeper, Yvette stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth.
âYour injury hasnât healed completely. Try not to use that hand.â
âI get to receive such treatment after being injured?â Wilson snapped back to reality and swallowed the pastry that Yvette fed him. He smiled happily and chuckled.
âI wish I was injured all the time, then.â
Hearing his words, Yvette frowned. She glared at Wilson with her beautiful foxy eyes. Noticing that Yvette was angry, Wilson immediately apologized. He pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her on the forehead.
Wilson said, âIâm sorry, please donât be angry.â
Yvette leaned into his arms, and Wilson tightened his grip around her waist. His gaze was uncontrollably fixed on Yvetteâs lips.
Yvette could sense his fiery gaze. She pulled him in and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips. But Wilsonâs gaze was intense, and he swallowed hard. He looked very alluring and sexy.
âBaby, you kissed me first this timeâ¦â
Before Yvette had a chance to speak, he leaned in for a deep kiss. Eventually, the situation began to escalate out of control.
Wilson swept everything off the desk and onto the floor, then urgently placed Yvette on the desk.
His arms were locked tightly around her. Yvette hooked her arms around Wilsonâs neck and continued to kiss him.
âMr. Quinn, I need your signature for this contractâ¦â
Hearing the knock outside, Yvette suddenly snapped back to her senses. She was worried that somebody might catch them doing such things in the office.
Yvetteâs ears were flushed red. She tried to pun Wilson away, but he refused to let her go. Instead, he kissed her even harder.
âMr. Quinnâ¦â
Not hearing a response, the managementâlevel employee outside knocked again. He turned the doorknob, and it seemed as if he was going to enter the office at any moment.
Yvette became extremely nervous. Wilson kissed her on the neck and assured her with his deep voice, âDonât worry, baby. He wonât come inside.â
As expected, the doorknob turned, but the employee didnât dare to enter Wilsonâs office without permission. The employee then turned around and left.
As the footsteps became more distant, Yvette finally relaxed. She glared at Wilson, cursing, âAsshole.â
Yvetteâs eyes had turned a little red, and her lips were swollen, too. She looked pitiful. Wilson controlled his urge to continue kissing her, choosing instead to plant a light kiss on the corner of Yvetteâs eye.
He said gently, âYeah, Iâm an asshole.â
Still angry, Yvette bit Wilson on the arm, leaving behind a deep bite mark. Wilson gasped in pain.
But when he saw the bite mark, he chuckled.
âBaby, are you leaving an imprint on me?â
Yvette was dumbfounded by his dirty remark.
After Wilsonâs many advances, Yvette decided she would never visit him at work again.