Shopping for his innumerable women

"Uhm…" Following his line of sight, she so badly wanted to hide the file or at least the label at the back of it, but it would be useless since he had already seen it. Then again, it was not a lie; he was her new boss and he was truly an asshole.

So, she peeked at him over the top of the file, not bothering to sit up straight. "If I remember correctly, I start work tomorrow."

He ignored the fact that her tone was deliberately annoying. "But you are not doing anything important now, so accompany me."

She suddenly remembered one of the terms she had just seen in the file. Desmond never took no for an answer. However, he was in for a rude shock if he thought things were going to work that way with her. What she hated most was to be controlled, and there was no way she would let him have his way with that.

"Not going. I'm busy." She crossed her legs and continued reading through the file.

She thought he would explode from anger after being rejected, but on the contrary, he gently pulled the file out of her hands. "You don't need to read this; my former assistants could only manage to gather little information about me."

She tried to grab it back, but he held it high above his head, using his height to his advantage. "If you want to know more about your boss, who you think is an asshole, I can tell you everything you need to know on our way. Besides, it will be considered working overtime if you work today, so there is a bonus in it for you."

She paused to think. He was right. He knew himself more than the previous EA would ever know, so it would indeed be more helpful for her to get the information first-hand from him. Besides, a bonus? Who didn't want one of those?

Although she was swayed, she pretended to think hard. "Give me time to think about it."

Desmond broke into a chuckle. This little minx… while all his employees would do anything to please him, why did it seem like she was doing the opposite instead? It was almost as though she was trying to be the boss of him. How intriguing…

…

In the end, Zaria agreed to go with Desmond to wherever he was going. Because the chauffeur had taken the rest of the day off (which was sure was an excuse he had just made up), she drove while he sat in the shotgun seat.

She ignored him for the most part but she was surprised when he asked her to pull into a women's store.

Her lungs almost erupted in anger. Was the so-called business to help him shop for clothes for one of his uncountable women? Even so, she could only bite her tongue and pull over. That's what she got for working for a playboy… and she was getting a hefty bonus anyway.

To prevent herself from saying something mean to him, she reminded herself of the hefty bonus as they made their way around the store.

"Would you love this?" He blindly picked a green dress and held it up to her.

She was almost blinded.

What the heck? Such a dress existed in this kind of high-end store, where everything cost a dime? Who in their right mind would buy it?!

Of course, men with no sense of aesthetic like him would buy it for their women, but she was sure that no woman would wear it.

There was nothing wrong with its color, but the design looked like something that would be considered ugly even in the '50s. She was sure that even her great-grandma would give her an earful of scolding if she dared to buy such a dress.

One part of her wanted to praise him for his excellent choice and let him piss the woman he was shopping for to death. However, in the end, she decided to be honest. "I'll show you what women will appreciate."

She then went ahead and selected beautiful dresses of all types. "I'm sure she will like most, if not all, of these."

Desmond looked at her selection in satisfaction. "Try them on."