Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation

Chapter 387 - 387: How Dare You To Slap Me?

The director of the design department was fired. People in the meeting room dared not speak for a long time.

After Zagreb Film was acquired, the head of the Sterling group had never changed the leadership. Today, for the first time, he fired a department director for only a minor mistake... Well, Tony just wronged a new assistant in order to protect his secretary... Was it necessary to fire him?

Although everyone had a doubt, nobody dared to say it out. They buried their heads and waited for their boss's next command.

"Since the design drawings are dirty, get them repaired first. That's all for today's meeting." Dylan said coldly.

The managers stood up with their secretaries and left the meeting room one by one.

Savannah followed at the back and was ready to walk out when the man's cold voice stopped her, "Miss Schultz, please stay."

She glowered inwardly, stopped, and turned.

"Close the door," he ordered, his voice forceful.

Her heart beat harder, but she could only close the door of the meeting room as her boss ordered. Then, she slowly walked up to him and opened her mouth, "thank you, Mr. Sterling, for helping me."

Dylan's lips curved in a sadistic smile. Oh, she knew how to say thank you?

If he didn't stop her, she would have run away again, right?

He was not a man who expected favors from others. But he was filled with anger when this little woman ignored his deliberate protection once and once again.

"I helped you not because I'm easy on new people. If you do wrong, you deserve punishment," said Dylan drily. His eyes hooded and speculative, his mouth a hard impassive line.

"Mr. Sterling, do you mean I did something wrong?" Savannah asked in amazement.

"Even though Tony's secretary did wrong and wanted you to take the fall, you, at the very least, should have checked the design papers before you sent it here. Always check what you are going to deliver to your boss in case of any mistake, and don't waste anyone's time. It's a basic principle for people in the workplace. If you were more careful, this would not have happened today." Dylan said in a tone of quiet business confidence.

"I came up in a hurry and did not have time to check... Well, it was partly my fault. I will pay attention next time." Savannah bit her lip and replied in a perfunctory tone.

She looked depressed, and her attitude towards him was exactly the same stubborn as three years ago. A dumb and grumbling anger swelled Dylan's bosom.

"Is that all?" He stared at her.

"What do you want?" Savannah had a bad foreboding. As these words fell from her lips, she was pulled into his lap and cradled by his arms. She gave a little exclamation and subconsciously threw her arms around his neck, but in the next second, she reacted and released her arms, trying to jump down, but was pulled back.

"I said, I would punish anyone who did wrong," as he said, his hand trailed down from her waist to her backside, softly fondling her. Then he leaned forward and tentatively ran his hot lips across her red ear.

Savannah shivered slightly when his lips touched the fine hairs on her ear. Suddenly a feeling of extreme familiarity and closeness came to her. It felt like the dream she had been having for three years... And the man in front of her was just like the mysterious man who made her blush in a heartbeat again and again in her dreams...

Instinctively, her body failed to refuse him, as if it had a natural attraction and affinity with him, and her legs became weak without any reason. She could not struggle. Her body didn't want to break free at all. It felt good to indulge in his arms...

The thought made her blush terribly. What was she thinking?

The man in front of her was not only her big boss but also a married man with a son and a family!

And how could this man – well-dressed and well-bred – flirt with his subordinate in the office?

Was this what he called punishment '?

Did he punish every female subordinate when she made a mistake?

Dylan could feel the subtle reactions of her body, a chill smile playing on his lips.

Though the little woman pretended to be a stranger to him, her body's reaction could not deceive anyone.

His hand squeezed her hip, and his fingers moved into the hem of her skirt, stretching in…

Savannah suddenly woke up in astonishment, thrusting him from her, and she fell down on the carpet fiercely. A little cry of pain wrung out her.

Dylan's face changed. He started up from his seat and leaned over to see if she was hurt. However, seeing his movement, Savannah thought he wanted to take a further step, and she subconsciously raised her hand and wanted to slap him in the face.

Dylan took her wrist sharply, a hard and cold look coming into his eyes. "How dare you slap me!"

"So what? You... you can't do whatever you want because you're the big boss! This is sexual harassment! I... I'll call the police! Let me go!"

Instead of letting go, he sneered and took her wrist, yanking her towards him. "Sexual harassment? Then why didn't you push me away? Why didn't you scream for help for the first time? You seemed to be enjoying it. What? Are you thinking about every night we've had before?"

Her face flushed, not knowing what he meant.

Every night we've had before?

But he was right about one thing -- she didn't push him away in time, and she didn't even call for help.

Was she really enjoying it?

No! Impossible.

"Nonsense! Let me go! I don't know what you are talking about. I don't even know you! Let me go!" She continued to struggle.

"You really don't know me?" Dylan looked at her with a sickly smile. "My patience is not inexhaustible. I'll give you one more chance."

Is this man out of his mind?

Savannah glared at him in horror. "I really don't know you! Let me go, or I'll cry! Don't blame me for losing your face in the company!"

She still pretended not to know him!

Dylan became increasingly irritated. His firm grip on her wrist tightened.