NovelEnglishJuanita thought to herself that Joyce must have worked all night last night.
She got up early to buy breakfast and cearly to their office on the 12th floor.
The door to the lounge was closed, so she opened it without thinking and went in.
But what she saw did surprise her.
Her boss was now sitting on the bed with his back against the pillow and his arms around Joyce, while Joyce rested her head on the
slightly open chest of her boss, and her hand had even reached into his shirt.
What a heartwarming ... and ambiguous scene...
Juanita couldn't help but scream out.
Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth and looked around. Fortunately she cearly and there was no one else in the office.
Luther was already very alert in his sleep, and the moment he heard the movement, he immediately opened his eyes.
He subconsciously narrowed his eyes and shot straight at Juanita with displeasure.
The arms instinctively hold Joyce more tightly, like he was protecting her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Juanita was shocked by Luther's harsh gaze, and she apologized repeatedly, "Boss, | didn't mean to!"
After saying that, she hurriedly put the sandwich in her hand on the floor, "Breakfast on the floor, I'll go out first, sorry, boss, sorry."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe hurriedly exited and closed the door behind her.
Along sigh of relief. Fortunately the two of them were fully clothed, so she did not see any inappropriate scenes. But it was
certainly not her fault, who would have thought that the president of the R&S Group would sleep in a tiny lounge.
Joyce was awakened by Juanita's screams, but she was too sleepy to wake up and didn't want to open her eyes.
But why did it feel so strange underneath her? She seemed to be sleeping on something?
And, her hand was touching something that felt hard, and she closed her eyes and touched it again, and it was flexible.
"I can't guarantee anything if you keep moving around."
A low warning cfrom a voice that was both magnetic and familiar.
It was Luther's voice. Joyce was startled and she instantly sobered up. Her beautiful eyes widened and she looked incredulously at
the handsface in front of her, turning her head to look around. It was obvious they were in the lounge.
However, she clearly remembered that Luther left last night, and finally she finished her drawing and fell asleep directly on the
table.
When did she even sleep in the lounge? Also, why was Luther here?
And, she was sleeping on top of him?
Could it be that the two of them slept here last night?
"Get your hands off me!" Luther's handsface did not look good, and he was holding back so hard.
It was late already, and her colleagues would all cto work. Even if he wanted her again, he understood that he could not do
that, and he could only try to hold back with gritted teeth.
However, even if he had a strong determination, he could not withstand her unconscious flirtation, too seductive.
He had even envisioned countless times in his mind, about having her right on the spot.
Joyce was reminded by him, only to realize that her hand was placed in the wrong place.
As if she was electrocuted, she hurriedly removed her hand and sat up.
"How did you get to sleep here?"
"Why not?" His long, slender legs crossed from the bed to the floor.
A few of the buttons of his shirt had been off after the night. He reached out, and buttoned them up one by one, with his usual
elegant and charming movements.
"You!"
Joyce was furious. She worked overtoriginally to avoid him, but did not expect that he would take advantage of her and slept
with her in such a tiny room.
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