Chapter eight.

Starting from when she had peeked into his office, conversed with him, kept flashing a glimpse of those hips whenever she walked...he had stepped out of his office, walked beside her till this point...he had been trying to hold onto the little control he still had on. 

How could he be reacting this way? It's women that usually throw themselves on him, or lust all over him not the other way round. No matter how beautiful, how sexy, how smart a woman is...

But, never as innocent as this one. 

He could even bet on his life that she is untouched, and that thought alone nearly drove him mad. His chaffeur had been right outside the building, but he had ignored the middle aged man and still continued on with her...his hands clasped behind his back. 

It got to the point that he was supposed to turn around and walk back to his car, just ignore everything for a second, use the opportunity to swiftly walk back and go home...

Then She had drove hersel