Chapter 132

The dress slid down inch by inch.

Finally, it floated silently to the ground.

The small and confined space was filled with such a dangerous and

ambiguous aura.

"Joyce?"

Outside the cubicle, however, came the soft calls of Juanita.

The sound was not at all loud but enough to bring the two in the cubicle

to their senses.

Luther gasped and released Joyce.

Joyce blushed, and with her dress completely removed by him, leaving

only her underwear. She leaped off the dresser in shame. She pulled

off the blue overalls she was wearing from the hook and put them on

quickly in front of Luther, not caring that he was still in the cubicle.

When Luther saw her get dressed, he knelt down and untied the

intricate straps on Joyce's embroidered shoes, then changed her into

the leather shoes she had worn herself.

She was surprised that he helped her change her shoes himself.

But she felt too confused to think too much.

After changing his shoes, Luther stood up. The contrast between the

little cubicle and his lengthy body, pressing against her, made her recall

how she had just lost control of herself.

She touched her face with the back of her hand.

Yet it was getting hotter and hotter, what should she do?

"Joyce, are you in there?" Juanita heard the movement and came over

to the cubicle on the left. She wondered why no one answered her

when she clearly heard something.

Juanita knocked on the door, "Is there anyone inside, I'm coming in."

Just as Juanita's hand was about to touch the doorknob.

The door suddenly opened.

Luther took a step out.

"Boss..." Juanita jumped back a step in shock, incoherent, "Boss,

why... why are you..."

Immediately after, Joyce darted out of the cubicle, and as she passed

Juanita, she said quickly, "Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."

After saying that, she leaped through the door and went out, her sexy

figure disappearing instantly.

Juanita was stunned as she stood aside. She could not believe it. Just

now boss and Joyce got out together from the same cubicle, and

Joyce's cheeks were scarlet, and her boss... She raised her eyes to

steal a glance. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the collar was

unbuttoned.

Shouldn't ...

Was she spoiling something good?

"Ahem." Luther cleared his throat and asked uncomfortably, “What do

you want?"

"Oh, boss, I'm sorry." Juanita thought of changing the topic quickly and

took the initiative to admit her mistake, "What happened today, it was

my own doing. The thing is, our model Martha didn't want to wear the

vintage clothes according to the plan, so she left the dressing room.

Her cell phone was off, so we couldn't reach her. In an emergency, we

asked Joyce to fill in for us."

"Boss, it's really not Joyce's fault, and I was the one who asked her to

help." Juanita carefully looked at Luther's face.

How could she have known that Martha was actually not gone and was

waiting on the stage? If she had known, why would she have bothered?

“Forget it. It won't happen again. In the future, she will not be allowed to

appear in public without my permission.” Luther said with a cold face.

"Okay, boss. By the way ..."

Juanita hesitated.

Luther looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Finally, Juanita gave up and handed Luther a wet tissue, keeping her

head down and not daring to look up.

"Boss, your lips..." she pointed to the corner of his lips, “there is, there

are a few red marks..."