Chapter 2

After work, I lingered in the restroom for a long time before slowly heading to Blake Harrison's office.

I liked Blake Harrison; his handsome, mature aura deeply attracted me.

Just thinking about being alone with the boss soon made me excited without realizing it.

I deliberately hiked up my pencil skirt high, barely covering my perky backside, revealing my slim, long legs in sheer black stockings.

My professional blouse was tailored a bit snug, hugging my perfect curves.

I undid a few buttons, wearing a small silver star pendant on my long neck that subtly disappeared into my impressive cleavage.

I ran my fingers through my hair a few times and pushed open the door to Blake Harrison's office.

“Boss...”

I called out cautiously, entering and closing the door behind me.

Blake Harrison was the son of the company's largest board director, said to be here gaining experience before taking over as boss of this branch.

He quickly became the dream guy for countless colleagues thanks to his striking looks and prominent family background.

He sat at his desk reviewing files, perhaps tired, having removed his gold-rimmed glasses and set them aside.

He looked up; without the glasses, his unguarded gaze swept over my chest and legs.

To make the best impression, I straightened my chest to meet his eyes.

Honestly, I was a bit scared, not sure what this behavior implied.

I just genuinely felt that since I liked him, I wanted to show my best side.

But in a flash, Blake Harrison looked away, patting the chair beside him for me to sit.

He reverted to his serious, ascetic demeanor from the meeting.

I slowly walked over and sat down; maybe I pulled my skirt too short, because sitting made only my tiny panties touch the chair.

The cool sensation jolted my overexcited nerves, snapping me back to reality with a sudden fear.

Feeling the man's presence beside me, I grew tense, anxiously clutching my skirt.

“HR says you graduated from Northwestern University?”

“Um... yes.”

Our school was just a regular undergrad program; I never expected to get into this company.

I kept my head down, not daring to look at him, staring blankly at my smooth, exposed thighs.

“Yeah, that's right.” Blake Harrison paused, suddenly reaching out to pat and stroke my back.

I trembled in fear, but he withdrew his hand and pulled out the report I'd submitted that morning:

“There are some issues with this report. I think new hires need more practice.

So every evening after work, come to my office to draft a report. I'll teach you some simple techniques—are you willing?”

He emphasized “techniques,” his eyes playful.

Maybe I didn't react fast enough; I looked up, staring at him dazedly.

We were very close; he narrowed his eyes, a meaning and darkness I couldn't read in them.

I nodded in a daze:

“Ah, okay. Th-thank you, boss.”

“No need to thank me.” He smirked like he'd succeeded, suddenly placing his hand on my bare thigh, even rubbing it unconsciously a few times.

“Then... let's start with how to build a good relationship with leadership.”

As he spoke, his large palm slowly moved up, touching the fabric under my skirt hem. The man's breath suddenly neared my ear, his seductive voice whispering:

“The quality of your relationship with leadership depends on two factors: one is the employee's own abilities and qualifications.”

He first lingered on my short skirt hem, then narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached under my skirt,

touching my smooth core!

“Ah! Sir, no!”

I cried out in shock, trying to push his hand away, but he increased his force, trapping me in his palm.

“Miss Brooks, dressing like this to see me—you want me to do this to you, right?”

“I don't!”

I shouted angrily.

“Shh—” His finger pressed my lips. “Baby, don't resist easily. You know the consequences of resisting me.”

He smiled, moving his other hand to my chest, continuing:

“The second factor influencing the relationship is the employee's attitude toward leadership—”

He rubbed vigorously,

I clenched my thighs, unable to hold back a moan.

The boss I once admired was such a beast in a suit; I closed my eyes in despair, silently crying.

Just then, the office door was knocked on a few times:

“Boss, finance says there are a few issues needing your review—it's urgent.”

I looked pleadingly at the man before me, shaking my head.

Blake Harrison frowned unhappily, continuing his force below while biting my earlobe:

“Miss Brooks, private lessons—this is our little secret.”

I quickly agreed, almost fleeing, but as I turned to leave the office, I locked eyes with the person outside.

My expression shifted from panic to calm; unnoticed, I slipped a tiny recording device into his pocket—

Looks like our fish has taken the bait.