Chapter 122 - 122: How Do You Feel Now?
Chapter 122 - 122: How Do You Feel Now?
Did he get another mental illness after he recovered from depression? Why did he feel ready every time he saw her?
Savannah, of course, noticed his hot gaze. Speechless, she sat down on the other side of the sofa, picked up her notebook, and turned it on. She was surprised to find her PC automatically connected to the internet via Wi-Fi.
As a secretary, she had only done some simple paperwork in the office these days. This was her first time accompanying her boss to meet clients, without preparation, so she was a bit nervous.
"What shall I do when I meet a customer for the first time?" Savannah googled.
Dylan glanced over and saw the words on her page. The little woman was nervous?
"As a secretary, you just surf the internet and ignore your boss?" Dylan raised his eyebrows.
Savannah took a deep breath and looked up at him. "What do you want, Mr. Sterling?"
Dylan glanced over at his glass, "Whiskey."
Shit, did he take her as a little servant? Resisting an impulse to curse him out, Savannah picked up the whiskey bottle, walked over, and filled his angular glass with the drink. Just before she turned to leave, Dylan grabbed her arm and pulled her down on his lap.
"Dylan! What are you doing?" She blurted out.
"Dylan?" He frowned.
"Mr. Sterling..." She said in a different tone. "I'm your secretary, and I'm with you on a business trip. A few hours later, we will meet an important client."
Was the previous car sex not enough? Did he want plane sex now too?
Even if he wanted to do that, it's not the time, right?
Was it good for her to meet the client with her legs stiffening?
"Have you ever tried to do something that will make your heart leap in the plane?" His voice was harsh, hard, and raw in her ear.
Savannah blushed like a boiled egg. Nasty! She bit her lip. "No, and I don't want to!"
Disregarding her unwillingness, he picked up the glass, put it to her lips, and poured the whiskey into her mouth.
Before she could push him away, the liquor had slid down her throat. She choked and coughed.
He set the glass aside and looked at Savannah, blushing. "How do you feel now? Still nervous?"
Savannah paused. Wait…
That's what he meant by saying, do something that will make your heart leap?
Just some drinks?
"When you are nervous, a few drops of Bourbon can help lift your courage up." He raised his thin lips.
Savannah was speechless, her limbs became feverish, and she seemed to lose her nervousness. Her cheeks flamed with liquor. When she realized that she was still sitting on his lap, she hurriedly pushed him aside.
Two hours later, the pilot landed them in a private airfield in Chicago.
When she got off the plane, Savannah felt the fresh air of Chicago as she stretched herself. She came suddenly upon two lines of men in well-pressed suits standing respectfully in the open space in front of the plane. Behind them was a dark blue Lincoln saloon.
A tall man, who was supposed to be the head, came on hurriedly as he saw the man and the woman walking down the ladder.
"Welcome, Sir, Miss. The car and the hotel room have been arranged. We can go there at any time."
With that, he looked at Savannah, slightly stunned.
Two hours ago, Mr. Sterling called him and said that he was coming to Chicago on business with a female secretary.
He was curious about this secretary. Mr. Sterling had never brought a secretary when he had come here on business, especially a female secretary…
"This is Ms. Schultz, my accompanying secretary for corporate affairs in Chicago," Dylan said simply.
Then he introduced the man in front of them to Savannah.
The man was Erik Naik, the head of the Sterling's largest five-star hotel in Chicago.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Schultz." Erik Naik reached out his hand.
Savannah was about to shake his hand when Dylan coughed to stop her.
Erik Naik paused when he saw Mr. Sterling's unhappy face, his hand still poised in the air.
"Shall we go now?" Dylan frowned slightly.
"Yes, of course." Erik nodded and took back his hand awkwardly, leading them to Lincoln.
Erik drove the Lincoln himself, while the rest of his subordinates followed them in four cars like escorts.
The Lincoln sped straight to the Sterling's hotel.
Chicago had a tradition of innovation in architecture, from balloon-frame houses to steel skyscrapers to today's green buildings. It's a beautiful city.
Savannah looked out of the windows watching the bright landscape without blinking her eyes.
Dylan looked at her and made a secret gesture to Erik, who was in the driver's seat.
Erik Naik understood what Mr. Sterling meant immediately. He slowed down the speed of the car and deliberately made more circles around the city so that Ms. Schultz could see more beauties.
He couldn't help guessing the relationship between his boss and Ms. Schultz. The young woman could not be just a secretary.
The car stopped at the door of the hotel. Savannah and Dylan were followed by a group of men into the hotel and to the top floor.
Erik Naik opened a bright red door with a card.
This was the most luxurious presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel. It was also Dylan's private suite. He lived here every time he came to Chicago.
Erik Naik said respectfully, "Sir, Miss, please."
Savannah paused. "Wait, Mr. Naik, where is my room?"
Erik Naik glanced at Dylan in a getting-credit way and then said with a smile to Savannah, "Ms. Schultz, I'm sorry. It's a busy season, and no other room is available now."
What the hell! Only a fool would believe that.
Even if the rooms were all booked, he could empty one for his boss!
Savannah was speechless. It was clear that Erik had planned it on purpose!
Dylan narrowed his eyes. He had informed Erik that he would be accompanied by his secretary this time. Erik was supposed to accommodate him and Savannah with two rooms.