Hmm!
Nia Mitchell felt her posture change, and her eyes widened instantly.
She finally managed to escape the CEO's kiss, and slightly panting, she looked at the CEO whose mouth held a smile.
"I... I..."
Nia Mitchell wanted to find an excuse to leave right away, but didn't know what to say.
"What's the matter?"
His voice carried a hint of allure, making one's body feel a bit tingly upon hearing it.
Nia Mitchell shook her head, struggling to pry the CEO's hands from her waist.
It was in vain.
Maxwell Peary's smile grew wider, seeing her like this, he directly picked her up and placed her on the desk.
Maxwell Peary's desk was a bit high.
Nia Mitchell sat on it, her feet couldn't touch the ground, feeling completely unsafe.
Realizing this, she immediately wanted to get down.
"Don't move."
Maxwell Peary's voice was slightly hoarse, and as he looked at her, there was a vague emotion in his eyes.
Uh...
Nia Mitchell instantly stiffened, just sitting there.
