Looking around the huge office, Taya’s heart started pounding, beat by beat.
As if Rosalie’s blood circulated within her, it boiled and clamored, urging her to nod to Neil.
“All right…”
As soon as her voice died away, the screeching of a convoy of luxurious cars against the road came from the lower floor. More than a dozen luxury cars, led by a Koenigsegg, stopped at the val door.
The bodyguards in black suits and ties hurried to exit their cars and formed two lines that flanked both sides of the Koenigsegg…
In the Koenigsegg, Andre got out of the car and went up to open the door of the pa*senger seat.
Under the sunlight, the shadow of the man’s statuesque figure was cast onto the ground, his facial features were well-defined
and flawlessly stunning.
Under those well-kept eyebrows, there were almond-shaped eyes unveiling his elegance and a face that could captivate the hearts of many.
the tall nose was a pair of gold-rimmed gla*ses with large lenses covering his thick eyelashes.
The man standing by the car door had a change of his usual style of black suit and white shirt when he was seen wearing a royal blue suit.
The bespoke suit set off the man’s nobleness of a European aristocrat, flaunting his nobility and elegance in his every gesture.
With a raise of his defined chin, he raised his fingers and gave a gentle push of his gla*ses when looking in the direction of the first floor…
By the window, the words “a scoundrel in polished clothing” flashed through Taya’s mind when she saw the man’s actions…
Neil, who was next to her, seemed to be able to hear her inner voice as he added with his teeth gritted, “A beast with a facade!”
Taya turned her head to give Neil a surprised look. “Why is he here…”
Neil raised his dislocated arm to point at the man on the lower floor. “There isn’t any need to ask to know that he must be here to
pick up girls!”
As he spoke, his meaningful, implying gaze swept past Taya, who had her eyes lowered. “Don’t hide, that girl is you!”
Taya’s lips parted to refute, but she was at a loss of what to say, so she could only withdraw her gaze and leave the window.
Holding onto the age-old business mantra that “customer is king”, Neil explained that Griffon was here to sign the contract before turning around and heading down to welcome Griffon’ arrival.
Leading the eight architects, his previous expression with gnashed teeth had long disappeared and it was replaced by a flattering, perfect smile as Neil walked up to Griffon.
“Alpha Knight, we’re glad to see you here, it’s such an honor.”
With a bow, Neil gestured the way.
“Alpha Knight, please come with me. My boss is upstairs, eagerly awaiting your arrival…”
For the sake of business, it was no big deal to use Taya a little since the three of them all knew what’s going on between Griffon and Taya.
Griffon’ gaze, from the window on the second floor, was slowly retracted before it indifferently swept past Neil…
The light refracted under the lens, along with the icy chill in his eyes, sent Neil subconsciously shivering.
Could it be that Griffon had overheard him calling him a beast with a facade?
While he was lost in deep thoughts, the man picked up his pace in entering Sumasa Construction Co., LTD.
Just as Neil was about to catch up, he watched as Andre brushed past him and gave him a cold look.
“Mr. Sherwood, you’re a little ugly when you smile.”
So be it if it was a jeer, but why would he have to be so polite in addressing him as Mr. Sherwood?
Neil’s fists clenched in rage before he sped up to catch up with Griffon and lead him up to the second floor.
Taya, who sat at the desk, raised her head at the sound of the door opening. In strides, Griffon marched in…
Neil, who trailed from behind, had wanted to enter the door when he saw the man with his back facing him kick the door shut before he could even take a single step forward…
He approached Taya, his towering figure creating an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Seeing that he was leaning in close, Taya stepped back, a little nervously, to keep the distance between them.
The eyes of the man underneath the gla*ses estimated their distance before taking another step forward.
Subconsciously, Taya retreated, but he was persistent in doing the same.
As the cycle continued, Taya found her lower back pressed against the desk, nearly forced to sit on it. A little embarra*sed, Taya held her head up to look at Griffon. You…”
The man leaned over, pressing her against the desk as he whispered softly in her ear, his raspy voice uttering, “I’m here to sign the contract.”
Taya leaned further back, her gaze falling on him from atop his head. “Okay… You don’t have to get so close…”
The corners of Griffon’ lips quirked as he leaned in some more, sticking his lips to Taya’s ear.
“We’ve tried closer postures, so we shouldn’t be bothered…”
The bold words, accompanied by the warm seductive breath tickling her neck, scorched and numbed her ears.
Averting her head to one side in uncomfortableness, Taya gave Griffon a forceful push before getting off the desk to walk up to the lounge of the office.
Calming her frantic self, she a*sumed the posture of a “boss” waiting for a business talk as she beckoned Griffon to the couch, with Rosalie’s identity.”Please take your seat.”
She was wearing a white professional suit with a clean bob haircut. Her striking face exuded intellectual and elegant beauty.
Griffon’ affectionate and longing eyes fell on her. How he wanted to embrace her in his arms, but he feared that he would terrify her if he acted too hastily.
He resisted the urge to pounce on her and settled on the couch as she had said…
As soon as he had taken his seat, Taya called out to the door: “Mr. Sherwood, make a cup of coffee!”
Unce Neil came in, she would no longer be as awkward and uneasy. Taya thought.
Pushing Neil against the wall, Andre sealed his mouth up with his hands. The helpless Neil could only gawk at Andre’s handsome face as the two engaged in a staring contest.
Andre returned an equally unhappy glare. If he wasn’t afraid of the guy disturbing Griffon, how could he have held him back in such an “ambiguous” posture?
At the same time, Neil was equally disgusted by their current posture. He cursed inwardly, “You’re taking me as a woman by putting me against the f*cking wall, you might as well just punch me to death!”
Seeing that no one came in through the door, Taya hopped to her feet, intending to do it herself when Griffon grabbed her hand.
As soon as he exerted a little force, Taya fell on his lap. Her heart jolted in fright as she hurried to get back up. I don’t drink coffee…”
“What would you like to drink then, I’ll get it for you…”
Taya took the opportunity to leave, but he held her struggling body down once more.
His blatant gaze moved to her pink pillowy lips. They seemed to be… very thirst-quenching.
At the sight of him staring at her lips, Taya knew what he was thinking as she tried to break free from his embrace with all her might.
Pushing against his chest, pressing him down hard, and with the repulsing force, she had finally managed to get back up.
As soon as she stood firm, a finger slid around her narrow waist.
The man picked her up from behind and sat her on his lap.
With his strong arms wrapped around her petite back, Griffon lowered his head to snuggle himself in her delicate silky hair.
The skin on her back was searing with a sp ik e in its burning sensation, but the man exuded a vague seductive fragrance from his body wash.
The faint scent filled her nostrils. Taya was starting to suspect if he was there to seduce her.
With her head lowered, her eyes were on the arms hugging her tightly. “Don’t forget, you’re here to sign the contract.”
With a smile that reached his eyes, Griffon softly uttered two words, “No rush…”
Taya showed no mercy in rebuking, “You’re not in a hurry, but I am…
Griffon loosened one hand to h o ok her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Huh? What are you in a hurry for?”
As if to tease her on purpose, there was a cheeky chirp in his voice.
Taya squeezed her palms, warning the man wearing gold-rimmed gla*ses. “If you continue to behave this way, I’m afraid we’ll need to call it a day.”
Griffon’ thick eyebrows quirked in surprise as if he hadn’t expected the method of seduction to not work on Taya.
It seemed that the manual of winning girls Preston had pa*sed on to him the previous night wasn’t working.