Ms. Larson’s gaze was lustful as she peeked at Dustin, who met her eyes calmly. He was still racking his brain, trying to recall where he had seen her before.
“Stop looking!” Dahlia quickly realized what was amiss and gave Dustin a warning kick. This was the second time. Dustin had grown bolder during the past few days since he was gone and didn’t even bother being discreet anymore.
“Ms. Nicholson, I don’t understand these parts. Can you explain them to me?” Ms. Larson placed the document on the table and pointed at a section of the contract.
“Sure, let me explain.” With a professional smile, Dahlia began explaining everything in detail to Ms. Lardon, who wasn’t actually listening.
Ms. Larson silently slipped off one of her heels and brushed her feet against Dustin’s shoe lightly.
“What?” Dustin raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
When he lifted his head, he was met with Ms. Larson’s teasing and flirty smile. He merely drew his eyes away and pretended to see nothing.
Ms. Larson smirked and took a sip of her coffee before slowly brushing her feet upwards, caressing Dustin from his foot to his thigh, making the man jerk and his breathing quicken.
“What on earth is she doing? How could she do something like this in broad daylight? She’s too bold!” Dustin exclaimed to himself. He inhaled deeply and pulled his leg away, pretending nothing happened.
However, this only encouraged the woman to become bolder. She placed her entire foot on Dustin’s thigh and rubbed back and forth invitingly.
Dustin immediately frowned and shot her a warning glare.
In response, Ms. Larson flashed him a coquettish smile and extended her tongue to sensually lick the coffee off the corner of her lips; her movements were undoubtedly alluring.
Once again, Dustin pulled his leg away to put some distance between them. However, Ms. Larson continued to pester him.
Unable to take it anymore, he grabbed her foot and squeezed it warningly.
“Oh!” She moaned, shooting Dustin a sulking look.
“What’s wrong, Ms. Larson? Are you feeling unwell?” Dahlia caught Ms. Larson’s change in expression and asked.
Dustin thought Ms. Larson would make up an excuse; however, the woman suddenly lifted the tablecloth and pointed at her foot. “Mr. Rhys is hurting me.”
Dustin stiffened instantly. What the
“What?” Dahlia looked down instinctively to see Dustin grabbing onto Ms. Larson’s foot tightly, painting quite a raunchy scene.
“I-I didn’t do anything!”
Flabbergasted, Dustin quickly let go of Ms. Larson, looking guilty. He didn’t expect Ms. Larson to be so bold and to play the victim.
“Dustin! Rhys!” Dahlia, whose face was red with anger, seethed through gritted teeth, her expression murderous.
