"Are you sure you are fine with doing this?" Qiao Ruo asked as they walked side by side into her office. As it was Sunday, she didn't expect many people to be around, lest they went hysterical and upset Cree, who hated crowds.
Cree adjusted his sunglasses and did not answer. They ascended a small flight of stairs and opened a small door to lead into another section of the office. It was rather silent, and a few of Qiao Ruo's colleagues were tapping away at their keyboards when the duo approached. It took them a few minutes to realize who he was, since he was wearing a disguise, and the instant they recognized him, he defensively placed his arm on Qiao Ruo's waist.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Whatever I want," he hissed at her coldly. She expected him to put on his icy mask, but hadn't anticipated that she would be the scapegoat.
"They'll know sooner or later."
Before her colleagues could say anything, she hastily dragged him into the interview room and had him sit down while waiting for her to set up the recording equipment. He watched how tempting she was in her office lady get up, and her pale white thighs under her short skirt simply appealed to him under the bright light of the room.
Cree looked around and noticed how the room wasn't equipped with surveillance cameras, and swiftly locked the door with a single click, before pouncing on her and embracing her from behind while she was busy with the equipment.
"What are you doing, Cree?" she exclaimed in shock, talking in a low tone to keep her voice down from being heard by her colleagues.
"You're just tempting me, Xiaoruo." He fondled her hair slowly with his right hand, while his left hand remained wrapped around her. She just blushed, having never been in proximity in this way. He had never felt more aroused than when being alone in the interview room with her while she turned him on with her office attire.
"You're sexy, Xiaoruo. Is this how you dress for work everyday?"
She didn't know how to answer him, so just nodded. He appeared to be slightly irate by the answer, and he pushed her firmly down on the table abruptly, securing her hands across her chest. Some papers lying on the table were flung on the carpeted floor, creating a mess.
"I don't like how you're being rough with me right now, Cree," she squeaked. "It's just office attire, I'm not trying to seduce anyone."
"Well, you are seducing me right now," he hissed, and tightened his hold on her.
"It hurts!" she yelled at him in a loud whisper. She used all her might to try and swing him off, but simply put, he was stronger.
"Will you ever dress this way to work again? You know, I don't like people seeing my woman this way." His voice was startlingly cold, but at the same time, had an enticing effect on her and switched on her buttons, especially given their proximity at this juncture.
His woman? She felt a desire to smile hearing him pronounce what he had just said. In fact, it wasn't her intention to dress this way to work, but most of her clothes were bought at sales where clothes in her size were hardly left, or she had just picked them up for a price from thrift shops. She hadn't expected that he would be uncomfortable with the skirt that was too short for her, or the blouse that was slightly tight at the bust.
"Are you trying to control me, Cree?" she asked confidently, particularly aroused by the sexiness of his jealous and possessive nature. At times, she had wished that one day, she would have a lover who would care enough about her to be jealous about her, and she found his jealous visage appealing.
Cree glared at her in utter disbelief, distraught that she was still unable to get his point. It was simple in his mind, he liked her, so he didn't want other men seeing her in her short skirt and tight blouse. She returned his glare with a playful stare, egging him on. He kept his cool to prevent triggering his special ability, and she challenged him further with a defiant look in her eyes.
"You asked for it," he smiled coldly, and met her gaze dominantly, pressing down on her lips with his and devouring them lustfully.
Another kiss, and it was getting more steamy at this point, especially when he was jealous and cold! she thought, and albeit the pleasure, she put on a fight, and struggled to push him off her as he menacingly kissed her on the table. She was pinned harder to the table and he kissed her even more vigorously, while his hands inhibited her from making any further movement.
He wanted her to be his so much, but he was not shallow to go overboard. Finally he broke the kiss and released her, retreating back to the seat as she caught her breath slowly.
She didn't say a word about the kiss earlier, but instead she moved on to talk about the interview. "Should we start, Mr. Ye?"
Brilliant. She had put on her 'working cap' and was trying to be as professional as possible, but every single second she was in that attire, he was losing his focus and erupting with his desire to do mischievous things to her.
He stood up and removed his jacket, putting it over her. Given her littleness, the jacket sheltered her perfectly.
"So, I shall begin."
She looked down at her spiral notebook and hit the record button.
..........................
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
He looked hopefully back at her, and smiled devilishly.
"You'll all know soon."
She finished asking the remainder of her questions and transferred the video to her laptop.
"That should be it, Cree."
"I want to take you somewhere," he told her. "But before that..."
He glanced towards her, and took a peck on her lips, amused by the unsuspecting look on her face.
"That wasn't fair!" she shouted at him, placing her hands on her hips.
He pulled her close to him, and whispered into her ear, this time sensually, "Don't forget to keep up the act when we're outside, in case my mum has spies about."
"Whatever," she shuffled after him, lugging her bulky bag along as she walked. Hopefully, the interview session would be a great hit among the readers of the gossip magazine, and she would be able to sustain her job for now...
