Mistress Under the Desk, Divorce On the Desk

The moment I enter the office, I notice Tristan Godfrey's secretary, Scarlett Robertson, crouching under the desk. She decides to tease Tristan on purpose, making him unable to school his features for a moment. I place the documents before him, pretending not to notice anything. "Here's the request for the funding for the western suburb project. Please sign this document." Since Tristan is enduring the immense pleasure flaring from his lower body, he drops his signature on a couple of pages without even checking the fine details. Then, he looks up at me, his eyes foggy with lust. "Wait… I thought your flight was tomorrow? Why are you back all of a sudden?" I pick up the documents. "I'm here to deal with some urgent matters." Before I turn around, I shoot a glance at the spot beneath the desk. "Tell her to come out." Tristan is slightly stunned. He probably thinks that I'll do the same things I did before—intimidate Scarlett, tug at her hair, and take a video of her most vulnerable side. But I merely add, "Her legs will go numb if she crouches under the desk for too long." Knowing that he's in the wrong, Tristan quickly changes the subject. "What sort of urgent matters are you dealing with?" I don't give him an answer. Instead, I close the door behind me and put up a "do not disturb" sign. Tristan has no idea that I've just finished settling my urgent affairs.