Chapter 52 Out of Control: Thin, soft, lace-trimmed...
The meeting had probably ended, and people were coming out one after another, bringing some noise to the previously quiet top floor.
A man in a dark gray suit leaned against the table, his posture straight and sharp, his expression cold and aloof. The woman opposite him was dressed in a neat and simple business suit, her long legs crossed beneath her skirt, holding a contract in her hand.
From the outside, the two appeared to be discussing work.
However, if you look at it from a slightly different angle, you can see that between the two, the woman is using her slender fingers to slip inside the collar of the man's expensive shirt. Her fingertips touch his skin, and the shirt bulges out with her movements, creating subtle creases that exude an unspeakable ambiguity.
Qiao Bolin tilted his head back slightly, letting Ning Jiu's icy fingertips wander between his chest and abdomen, unable to predict where she would land next.
A delicate pleasure slowly spread from deep within him, his expression remaining calm. Just as she was about to continue downwards, his metacarpal bone suddenly gripped her hand.
"Would you like to continue, Miss Ning?" His voice was deeper than usual, mixed with the increasingly approaching voices outside the door, making it sound somewhat indistinct. "It's working hours now, and someone could knock on the door at any time."
"You said it yourself, it's knocking."
Ning Jiu didn't believe that the person outside would walk straight into the president's office without knocking.
She bit her lip, the shimmering light in her eyes almost driving one mad.
"Mr. Qiao, would you let him come straight in and see us like this?"
See what?
Seeing him, who was impeccably dressed and sitting upright in the conference room just minutes ago, now with his shirt open, being played with by her?
In Ning Jiu's memory, no matter how much Qiao Bolin has changed, she still subconsciously thinks he is aloof and unapproachable, let alone letting others see him like this now.
She never expected that the man, who had been so solemn just moments before, would suddenly change his expression. With a sudden exertion of force, Ning Jiu's high heels lost their footing, and she lurched forward, crashing directly into his arms.
"I don't care if they see me like this."
Her clear, gentle voice remained refined and restrained, but the rubbing of her body revealed a different kind of unbearable desire, which was completely at odds with her outward composure.
"But I don't want them to see you like this."
Only Ning Jiu herself was unaware of just how attractive she was at that moment.
The well-fitting business dress clearly outlined her slender yet curvaceous figure. Compared to her high school days, she had gained some weight, but instead of losing her beauty, she became more charming.
Her waistline was subtly revealed under the light, adding to her allure. Her eyes were slightly upturned, carrying an expression that was both reproachful and charming, as if she were provoking someone, but more like scolding them.
Her fingertips lingered on his chest, causing the fabric to tremble slightly, and his chest rose and fell gently with her movements. Qiao Bolin's breathing quickened imperceptibly.
"You live in Lanxi Garden?" He lowered his voice unusually, with a hint of coaxing. "Remove me from your blacklist, and I'll come see you tonight, okay?"
He even knows where she lives!
"You wish."
Ning Jiu raised her eyes indignantly and pinched his abs without mercy. Qiao Bolin pretended to hiss, and when he saw her shake off his hand and turn to leave, he raised his long leg, the fabric of his suit pants lightly brushing against her calf, blocking her way.
"There are people outside right now, are you sure you want to go out at this time?"
Ning Jiu turned her head and retorted irritably, "We were just signing a normal contract, it's not like we were having an affair..."
What's the point of avoiding people?
"It is possible."
Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Bolin took over the task without hesitation. Ning Jiu didn't realize what he meant when she suddenly felt the lights dim. She didn't know if he had pressed some button, but the floor-to-ceiling windows, which were originally only covered by thin gauze, were suddenly covered by thick curtains, and not a single ray of light could get in.
In the dim light, the faint voices outside the door suddenly became noisy.
Ning Jiu felt a faint, slippery touch on her calf and looked at him warily.
What are you trying to say?
If I'm not going to your house today, leave something for me.
Qiao Bolin took another step forward, and the distance between them became inseparable. She was surrounded by the sandalwood scent emanating from him, and her head was a little dizzy. She thought about it for a while but still couldn't figure out what he wanted.
"I didn't bring anything with me today except my phone."
"Give me whatever you have."
His hand, with its distinct fingers and a slightly cool touch, slid down her waist and then relentlessly touched the inside of her thigh.
"My hair ties from five years ago have faded, you should give me some new ones."
Ning Jiu finally understood what he wanted.
Her mind instantly cleared, and she cursed "pervert" with perfect clarity. Qiao Bolin just smiled, a polite and impeccable smile, which made Ning Jiu even more furious.
"There's no way I can give it to you," she said, feeling her ears burning and her cheeks flushed. "If I really gave it to you, how would I go back later?"
“I’ll personally take you home after the crowd disperses.” Qiao Bolin continued to arouse her desire with great patience, his lips beginning to rub against her sensitive areas. “If you can’t find your way out by yourself today, you’ll have to ask for your help.”
"You don't want to be as tired as last time, do you, baby?"
Ning Jiu underestimated Qiao Bolin's shamelessness.
She ignored him and turned to walk towards the door, but stopped because of a familiar voice outside.
"Thank you, Karin. I've thought about this for a long time these past few days, but I still feel that this offer isn't quite right for me."
Yu Kelin's voice rang out from outside the door, as calm and casual as ever: "May I know the reason?"
“Your company is undoubtedly a leader in the industry, but due to some personal reasons, I don’t think I’m suitable for this job,” Su Ming said humbly. “So I’m sorry.”
"The job market is tough right now, and this is the dream job for so many job seekers. Are you sure you want to give it up?"
Su Ming's tone was firm: "I'm sure."
Yu Kelin's voice sounded calm: "Okay, I respect your choice."
Just a door away, Ning Jiu listened to the conversation so close to her, and felt her blood freeze instantly. She heard the man's sticky, nibbling sounds on her earlobe, like a snake's tongue.
"Your boyfriend has a strong sense of pride; I thought he would agree."
"...Vulgar."
From the moment she met at the summit, one thing led to another, all waiting for her to fall into it.
Ning Jiu finally understood that the series of events that had recently occurred were a "gift" he had prepared for her for five years since their separation.
He never intended to let her go.
Since he wanted to continue the game, she had no reason to refuse.
Ning Jiu understood that this was part of Qiao Bolin's test of her, so she absolutely could not leave now, otherwise her affair with Su Ming would be exposed.
She wants to regain the initiative.
Thinking of this, her previously incredulous gaze suddenly became subtle. Her fair and slender arms lightly wrapped around the man's strong neck. Qiao Bolin raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised by her change in attitude.
While Qiao Bolin was in a daze, Ning Jiu slightly raised her knee to separate his thighs, pressed him against the desk, and made him stand up straight.
Once the noise outside the door subsided, she peered through her glasses at the expression in Qiao Bolin's eyes, only to find... she couldn't discern anything.
I hate it when he acts like he's in control of everything.
The high heels left the ground and stepped back on, making a crisp sound. Her fair and delicate palms touched the skin on her inner thighs. The dark silk pressed a crease into her skin and then quickly bounced back. The moment she lifted her leg, Qiao Bolin's expression finally stiffened for a moment, and his gaze fixed on the silk at Ning Jiu's knee.
Lightweight, soft, with lace trim.
His breathing became much heavier at that moment.
"Didn't you say you wanted it?"
Having finally regained control, Ning Jiu felt much better. She could still faintly hear Su Ming and Yu Kelin's voices outside the door. The door to the president's office was unlocked. Of course, she was nervous, but she felt more provocative towards Qiao Bolin.
Almost the instant Ning Jiu pulled the silk off her thigh, before she could even react, Qiao Bolin snatched it from her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and quickly stuffed it into the pocket of her expensive suit.
The gentle, upright man was stuffing her pants into his pocket; the scene was almost too stimulating.
"Yes, I want it."
His loss of control just now seemed to last only a moment, and he returned to his usual calm and composed expression. However, if the lights were a little brighter at this moment, Ning Jiu would probably be able to see the taut veins on the back of Qiao Bolin's hand hanging by his side.
"Your boyfriend is out there, aren't you afraid he'll find out?"
There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, and even Qiao Bolin himself didn't know what kind of tone it was.
Ning Jiu certainly couldn't tell him what her true relationship with Su Ming was, so it didn't matter.
A mocking smile curved her lips as she looked intently into his eyes.
"Weren't you the one who first suggested starting this relationship?" she retorted. "What, are you having second thoughts now?"
Qiao Bailin did not speak immediately.
Removing that protective layer was ultimately not very comfortable. Ning Jiu glanced at his slightly bulging suit pockets again, her cheeks flushed slightly, and turned to leave, but the man grabbed her wrist.
Qiao Bailin asked her, "Where are you going?"
"Take the subway back."
His tone turned somber: "Wearing this to the subway?"
Ning Jiu, deliberately trying to provoke him, said, "Yeah, what's wrong with that? Why should you get the benefit alone—"
"I send you."
His words left no room for negotiation. He gripped Ning Jiu's hand so tightly that she couldn't break free, making her vaguely recall that time in high school when he held her hand just like that after a chemistry lab class...
Before she could think too much, she felt a warm touch on her thigh. Qiao Bolin took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her legs, covering the alluring scenery that was faintly visible under her professional skirt.
The next moment, she suddenly felt her feet lighten, and Qiao Bolin actually picked her up and strode away in a certain direction.
"The president's office has a private elevator that goes directly to the underground parking lot."
"Did you used to care whether your lover was exposed?"
Throughout the journey, Ning Jiu didn't forget to make sarcastic remarks, but Qiao Bolin pretended not to hear them and remained silent.
The more she cursed, the more enthusiastic she became. When Qiao Bolin carried her to the back seat of the car and put her down, Ning Jiu was in the middle of her rant when, unexpectedly, the hand binding her waist began to move downwards inch by inch.
A crisp "snap" sound.
The whole world fell silent.
The man's crisp and decisive voice reached my ears.
"Since you still have the energy to scold me, just finish what you didn't finish in the car last time."
Ning Jiu froze for a moment, and when she realized what had happened, her face turned bright red, and she was too embarrassed to speak.
"Joe, Bo, Lin!"
"I am here."
She was answered by Qiao Bolin's calm and composed voice.
The rear door closed, and the driver's seat door opened. This car was different from the one she had been dragged into last time. The fragrance inside was sweet, which neutralized his sandalwood scent, making it neither frivolous nor dull.
Although the car models and fragrance scents differ, they all share the same privacy glass that blocks the view.
Ning Jiu initially put up a few token resistances, but then she thought that if the suit jacket over her skirt slipped down, it would only benefit him in the end, so she simply stopped moving.
Qiao Bolin knew her home's location even better than she had imagined. She barely used GPS, and the street scenes outside the car window flashed by in the traffic. Soon she entered her most familiar area.
Ning Jiu actually moved to the apartment she's currently living in after starting her master's degree. Although she could have continued living in the school dormitory, it was still quite a distance from the studio, making it inconvenient to travel back and forth. Fortunately, Dou Miao's mother had an empty apartment in downtown Shanghai that was closer to the studio, so she rented it at a very favorable price.
The Maybach drove into the residential area and parked in front of the building, inevitably attracting attention. Even people walking their dogs couldn't help but stop and look.
Ning Jiu hurriedly pulled the suit jacket over her skirt tighter, and was about to push open the door to get out of the car when she was grabbed by a strong force.
Joel Berlin said cryptically, "You forgot there's something you haven't given me yet."
At first, she didn't understand the meaning behind his words, until she followed his intriguing gaze to her thighs, and for the first time, she choked up so clearly.
Ning Jiu had no doubts.
So if she were to throw the lace from her suit pocket at the man's face, he would only take a deep breath, give a gentle smile, and say thank you.
-----------------------
Author's Note: Mr. Qiao, your ghostly aura is too strong...
-
Thank you all for the nutrient solution and comments, Tangtang has seen them all!
Thank you so much, my dear babies! [pink heart]
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
