Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Speak of Devil

I'm lifted from the desk and placed me on my feet. Pulling the cups of my bra back over my br**sts, he starts to button up my shirt and peel the blazer down my legs. I'm going to look like a crumpled mess. He fetches my bag from the floor, putting my heels at my feet for me to step into. I start tucking my shirt in, trying to make myself more presentable, and watch as Feng Teng takes a seat in his huge, brown leather, swivel chair.

He's gone quiet.

Resting his elbows on the arms and letting his fingertips meet in front of his lips, he watches me thoughtfully as I finish sorting myself out.

"What?" I ask. He looks deep in thought.

What's he thinking about?

"Nothing. Are you hungry?" He ask.

"Hiiish," I shrug.

A smile tickles the corner of his mouth.

"Hiiish." he counters.

" The steak's good. Do you want that?" I nod.

Yes, I could eat a little steak. He picks up his office phone and dials a few numbers.