I am a well-known black stocking guy in the company.
Every day, she wears exquisite makeup and swaying skirts, specifically targeting the domineering president.
My colleagues all called me a "shameless vixen", but the CEO always ignored me.
Until one day when I was drunk at a party, I was blocked in the bathroom by the CEO.
He hooked up the hem of my lace skirt with his fingertips and said in a dangerous voice, "Have you had enough?"
I smiled and leaned into his arms: "What? Are you finally interested in me?"
But I heard him chuckle: "Are you pretending not to be tired? The young master of the Lin Group."
I froze.
He knew I was a spy sent by a business rival, but he kept watching me act.
"Since you like wearing skirts so much..." His breath blew in his ears, "Then wear it and come to my office to have a talk."
