The Black-Silk Big Shot Falls for the Bossy CEO

I'm famous at the company for being the guy who loves black stockings.

Every day, I put on immaculate makeup and swish my skirt around, doing everything I can to get the domineering CEO's attention.

My coworkers all call me a “shameless vixen,” but the CEO remains coldly indifferent.

Then one day, after getting drunk at a banquet, I was cornered by the CEO in the restroom.

He hooked a finger under the hem of my lace skirt, his voice dangerous. “Had enough fun?”

I smiled and leaned into his arms. “What, are you finally interested in me?”

But he chuckled softly. “Aren't you tired of pretending? Young Master of the Lin Group.”

I froze.

He'd known all along that I was a spy sent by a business rival, but he'd let me keep up the act.

“Since you like wearing skirts so much...” His breath brushed my ear. “Wear it to my office, and let's have a proper talk.”