Chapter 5 Not my lover

As a result, I went from an ordinary clerk in the budget department to an administrative assistant next to the aloof president overnight. The people in the company are really guessing my identity, I am not a woman, and our president obviously did not have any gossip news with unique sexual interests before this. So the rumors are nothing more than the version of classmates, friends, cousins, etc.

I have a separate spacious and comfortable office, next to the president's office on the thirty-ninth floor. Just press the intercom on the desk and you can hear his deep voice.

Pick up the compiled statistics table and knock on the blue door

"President, here are the statistics for this month you want."

He reached out and took the information in my hand. I was about to go out when he stopped me.

"Wait a minute."

I had to stand aside and watched him check the form in his hand with the data in the notebook. It should be the first time to stare at him in the office so upright. I found that his look at work can be called solemnity, and his always cold face is sacred and solemn, which makes people afraid to look at him.

I gradually became fascinated by it, and vaguely felt that, compared to the face that always looked at me with a playful eye scene when I woke up, this faceless face without any false expressions made me more excited.

I don't know when I lost my soul. When I woke up, his eyes were looking at me with interest, shining.

I quickly looked away and lowered my eyes: "President, if you are fine for the time being, then I will go back to the office."

He retracted his gaze and said, "Bring me a cup of coffee. There is a grinder in the next room, and there are coffee beans in the closet above." He knocked on the keyboard and ordered.

After a few seconds of silence, I replied with a voice that I thought was stupid: "I only make instant coffee, not proper coffee."

The corners of his lowered mouth lifted up: "Go and call Sara, and ask her to teach you."

"Sara had already gone downstairs to do errands before I came."

"Oh."

He continued to concentrate on the scrolling data bar on the screen in front of him, no longer caring about me standing aside. Okay, he looks at the screen, I look at him.

After about two minutes, he suddenly said without moving his head and eyes: "Put the beans in the grinder and smash them, pour water in the lower pot, wait for the water to go to the upper pot, and put the coffee powder in the pot and stir for two. Then, separate the two pots, add a spoonful of Dimple in the closet, no others." He finished in one breath, and no matter if I remembered it or not, he cracked his keyboard again.

I patiently crushed the black beans, boiled them, poured coffee powder, and stirred them twice. I silently recited the steps in my heart and waited for the water to boil quietly. There is a bottle of wine in the closet. I only drink occasionally, and it's cheap beer. I don't understand this foreign wine at all.

Drinking coffee is so troublesome, isn t it that quick-dissolving one is very good? Sure enough, he is not a person in my world.

Halfway through the cooking, the president stood at the door at some unknown time. I was taken aback.

"Still cooking?" he asked.

"Well, the water will not boil after a while."

A few minutes later, when I came out with the brewed coffee, he had left the desk and fell asleep leaning on the single sofa.

Gently put the coffee on the side table, hesitating whether to wake him up. If I let him sleep, the coffee will be cold, wake him up... he seems to be a little tired. I didn't stand or walk, and in the end, I squatted down and stared up at the sleeping face leaning on the back of the sofa. Obviously it is a full-fledged male face, but it is really beautiful. He is completely different from the feminine and delicate of women, he is masculine, tough, cold and deep, more seductive and more direct.

I unconsciously slid my fingers across the tips of his eyebrows and nose, arbitrarily drawing the graceful shape of his lips. Why did I become like this? I sighed for a long time. It was the person in front of me that had made me feel like lovesickness for three years.

I didn't wake him up, I just watched the cup of strong coffee continuously release its heat.

Turn off the air-conditioning in the room when I finally went out. The moment I closed the door, I was satisfied for a moment. Isn't this a bit like the subtle care between two lovers who are close to each other?

Pure self-distraction.

***

Felix, my president, hasn't asked me to warm the bed for nearly three weeks.

In fact, since I made coffee that time, we have not been alone for more than two minutes. The meeting is purely a matter of work. During this period of time, he seemed to have endless work and endless meetings. I sent materials several times, and Sara said that the president had gone out. After that, I didn't ask much, just hand it in and leave it in the secretary's room.

He is tired of this game, Felix, his 10 million is really cheap and he is ready to let me go like this, far from overdraft. This kind of me felt like a pig sent to the slaughterhouse. I was ready and willing to be slaughtered. Unexpectedly, the pig killer finally gave up. I feel a little stunned.

I started to miss him, and occasionally I dreamed of lingering on his bed. The toad that crossed the border and ate the swan meat was actually no longer satisfied with looking at the beautiful whiteness from a distance, and it would never forget the lusciousness of eating meat.

At this time, my heart really started to panic, and I could no longer use him as an idol as a divine residence for worship and support. He is a living person, his cold and playful look, his elegant and calm instrument, and the muffled sigh that he leaned against my neck after the climax has been carved into my body and cannot disappear again.

But with such intimacy, I have to remind myself from time to time that I must admit that he is just my boss and my creditor.

Not my lover.

There was a soft noise from the microphone on the table, and the calm voice of the president came. It was mellow and thick like wine, and it sounded really comfortable.

"Bring the pile of personnel materials that I asked you to review yesterday." I haven't heard his voice in the microphone for a while.

I was accustomed to handing things to the secretary's room and returning to the office before sitting down. His deep voice sounded on the table again: "Why didn't you send the form when I asked you to send it?" There was a very questioning tone.

I was stunned: "I just handed it over to the secretary's office."

"I asked you to bring it by yourself... Forget it, you come here now."

I knocked on the door and went in, and I was surprised to find that he was not sitting at the magnificent desk as usual, leaning against the sofa and looking out the window.

Seeing me coming in, he pointed to the table: "Help me sort the pile of things on the table. I'm a little tired."

It is only natural that I am an assistant to help him do this, but isn t there a secretary out there before it s my turn to do my best?

"Sara has something." He seems to have mind-reading skills.

"Oh." I'm fine with the secretary.

I began to stand at the table carefully sorting the pile of scattered papers. He is probably really tired, and he has been leaning on the sofa without making a sound, and he is very weak. I cleaned up the table top and couldn't help but look at him. I really kept my head down, but the thick eyelashes occasionally fluttered sharply, and he didn't fall asleep.

"President, it's all sorted out." Calling the president anytime and anywhere allowed me to treat him with the state of mind that belongs to a subordinate.

"Help me make a cup of coffee."

"Okay." I turned and walked into the pantry inside.

"Don't cook it for a long time, it was a little stale last time." He said from behind.

When I came out of it with my coffee, I felt like a tea service lady. These are the duties of a secretary.

He didn't fall asleep this time, sitting on the sofa with his eyes open, full of energy. He drank the dark cup that I had cooked in one breath, then raised his eyes and said to me, "Go to my place tonight."

The words I have been waiting for were easily uttered by him without my heart preparing, and I thought these words would never be uttered from his mouth again.

I was ecstatic.