Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 44

Fleur followed suit into the lobby, but the moment she passed the revolving doors, a suit-clad man came up to her. "Are you Miss Leroy?"

"Yes."

"I'm Mr Martinez's secretary, Yves Blanc. He asked you to come up."

"Okay."

They arrived on the 38th floor, where the offices were at.

Yves led her into the CEO office where Olivier was answering a call. When they arrived, Olivier turned to look, the arc of his body and neatness of his outfit accentuating his charm.

Fleur smiled brightly and rounded his desk.

"Yes, I'll contact the warehouse..."

A kiss was landed on his chin. Fleur was on her toes, her eyes determined.

Olivier stopped talking.

Yves looked in shock, thinking, "Doesn't the president...just have one girlfriend, Miss Lopez? Why..."

But he did not dare question further, just left and closed the office doors.

Fleur smiled after that kiss, gazing at him warmly, seemingly no intent to interrupt Olivier's call further.

Olivier's continued with a frown. "Let the sales manager..." The moment he spoke Fleur kissed him on the lips, holding onto his shirt.

Her lips were soft, tasting of fragrance. Her tentative tongue peeked through as well.

Olivier grabbed her waist and pulled her away. With a growl, he tucked away his phone and said, "Are you trying to die?"

"You looked so handsome when you're working. I couldn't control myself."

Smack! Olivier tossed his phone on the table and yelled: "Behave yourself! Go sit over there!"

Fleur knew when to stop, so she quietly obeyed.

Olivier ground his teeth. He could still feel her soft lips and the touch of her hands around his waist.

Yves came in again with three glasses.

"I prepared more options since I did not ask you, here's some water, coffee, and Jasmine tea."

Fleur picked up the tea. She actually liked its bitterness, but the moment she took a sip she found it too sweet.

She placed it back down, then reached for the coffee.

...

"She'll have water," Olivier ordered.

Yves obeyed without question and handed Fleur the water, to which she only huffed but put the coffee back.

Yves bowed and went out.

Olivier came over and sat down. His strong masculine aura wafted out in waves. Fleur immediately sat beside him, grabbing onto his arm which made the man look down.

He licked his lips for a moment.

"Are you insane?"

"...It...it tasted really bad." Fleur stammered. "Why are you serving something that tastes that bad? What client would be willing to drink that?"

Olivier's eyes flashed strangely. He instinctively pursed his lips, getting up. A bittersweet taste rose from his mouth and plunged down his throat.

His dark eyes seemed to be hiding something, though he wordlessly sat down by his office desk.

Without looking up, he ordered, "Stay two meters away from me!"

Fleur immediately stopped and rounded his desk again to sit opposite him. "You asked me to come up just to watch you work?"

"Go and sit over there. Disturb me again and you're dead!" Olivier did not look up still. He lifted a document, determination evident in his grasp.

Fleur obediently listened. As soon as she sat down, her phone rang. She did not have the number saved but she had a guess of who it was.