Chapter 3 Aren't You Going To Get Dressed

"You're here because of Zachary's attempt to bribe me, right?" Bryan adjusted his tie, a faint chuckle escaping him.

"Not at all. I came to discuss personal matters, completely unrelated to work."

Jillian tugged at his tie once more, holding it with a playful yet slightly forced smile.

"Another night together, so you can boast about it to your friends and possibly profit from it?"

Bryan coolly swatted her hand away, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair, his eyebrow arching inquisitively.

Jillian slid smoothly from the desk into his lap, her voice low and seductive by his ear.

"To be honest, I was quite tipsy last time. I barely remember anything and wouldn't mind a clearer memory..."

A blush tinged Bryan's ears as he stared at this audacious woman, then firmly pushed her away.

"Jillian, have you no sense of shame?"

"My sense of shame? I lost that long ago. Maybe you could help me find it?"

She reclined against him, her fingers delicately tracing his neck down to his chin, then playfully outlining his lips.

"You really excel at playing coy. The other night, you were so passionate, I thought you'd never encountered a woman before. Now you're all high and mighty."

Her touch seemed electrifying, prompting him to briskly brush her fingers aside, diverting his intense gaze.

"Wasn't it you who declared the other night was just a casual fling? What's this about now?"

Jillian mentally cursed herself—or more precisely, Zachary! His mess was the only reason she found herself begging here now.

"Oh really? I have no recollection of that." She brazenly feigned ignorance. "Look, we've slept together. Why not consider dating?"

"Sorry, I don't date someone... like you," he stated icily, effortlessly lifting her from his lap.

Jillian clenched her teeth, fighting to keep her composure. She should have been standing tall before him, not demeaning herself before such a man.

He was cold as ice, stubborn as a mule and equally distasteful!

With her striking beauty, impressive figure, and her prosperous career, she was a catch with admirers from near and far!

And yet, she found herself entangled with this unyielding man!

She regained her poise, brushed her hair back from her forehead, and spun around, crossing her arms while flashing Bryan a defiant smile.

"Really, jerk, are you sure this is how you want to play it?"

Bryan disregarded her taunt, pressing a button on his desk phone. "Adelina, please escort Jillian to process the payment."

After hanging up the phone, he said to Jillian, "I charge $10, 000 per hour. Kindly settle your account on your way out." He cast a brief glance towards the door.

Jillian flashed him a smile and nodded, then casually removed her black jacket, tossing it onto his desk.

As she approached the door, she began to unbutton her white shirt, her fingers teasing through her hair.

"It's just $10, 000. I'll cover it. And maybe have your secretary... fetch two packs of condoms while she's at it!"

Bryan's normally stoic demeanor wavered as he watched her provocatively, rising swiftly to follow her.

He cornered her against the wall near the door, his eyes briefly landing on the lace that barely covered her chest.

Flashes of the other night's escapades crossed his mind, and he averted his gaze, his voice a low murmur.

"Tell me, what are you really after here?"

Jillian eyed him and then glanced around the office, cautious of this crafty man who might be recording them.

He was adept at setting traps—as he had with Zachary. If she misstepped, she risked not only the case but potentially her freedom, subject to ridicule by all.

"I'm here to discuss our relationship," she replied, her smile fixed, trying to defuse the tension.

Suddenly, the office door swung open.

Adelina Green, Bryan's secretary, appeared, her eyes widening at the compromising scene before her.

Bryan, a figure of influence in both the political and business realms, noted for his cutthroat determination and focus on his career, rarely spared a thought for romance.

Yet, here he was...

"Leave," Bryan commanded, his tone unequivocal.

"Yes, yes, Bryan. I didn't see a thing," Adelina stuttered, quickly covering her eyes as she began to retreat.

Jillian playfully called out, "And don't forget to pick up two packs of condoms for us."

"Huh?" Adelina paused, turning back in confusion, her expression shifting to realization. She nodded, her movements clumsy.

"Yes, of course... I'll handle it immediately." With that, she hurriedly closed the door.

Jillian chuckled. "Your secretary sure adds some color to the office."

Bryan handed her the jacket, posing a pointed question.

"Enjoyed your little game? Would you prefer to dress and leave, or would you like to exit naked? I'm quite willing to assist in stripping you down."

"Go ahead, I'd like to see you try," Jillian taunted, arching an eyebrow skeptically, doubting he would follow through.

But no sooner had she spoken than he flung the jacket aside, seized her shirt, and sharply tugged it open!

He pulled her against his solid frame, expertly unclasping her bra with a flick of his wrist.

Just as he was about to pull it off, Jillian instinctively clutched at her bra.

"You actually went for it, you jerk? You think you're the only bold one here?"

With her free hand, she swiftly unfastened his belt, leaving it hanging loosely.

Bryan looked down at his belt and then back up at her, a complex emotion flickering in his intense eyes.

At that moment, the sound of the office door handle turning interrupted them. Bryan swiftly pressed against it, issuing a stern command, "Do not enter!"

He then addressed Jillian, "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

He released the door, quickly securing his belt.

"Didn't you challenge me to leave here undressed? Why hold back now? Is it that you can't stand to see me make a fool of myself?"

Jillian leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, a playful smile on her lips.

The delicate lace of her loosely fitted top hinted at the curves beneath, provocatively inviting yet just out of reach, challenging anyone to dare further.