Devilish secretary - Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Hungry
“Yes,” he said. “I believe we have unfinished business… regarding the stapler you stole yesterday.” Her lips twitched, did Gray tell that to Alexander? Heh, that cute, stingy, grumpy human doll!

“I told you, I borrowed it. It’s in my drawer.”

“Then why haven’t you returned it?” he stepped closer.

“Because,” she said, lifting her chin just a little, “I like touching things that belong to you.” His eyes darkened slightly, and her brows raised in challenge.

The kind only she could give him. And just like that, the office turned into a quiet battlefield. Of words. Glances. Breath. Lust wrapped in formality. Professional on the outside. But underneath? Oh, they were playing with fire.

Alexander took a deep breath, trying to cool the heat that had crept into his chest. With a composed face, he walked back to his seat, each step quiet and unhurried.

He sat down slowly, the soft leather creaking beneath him, and leaned back into the chair like a king returning to his throne. One hand rested casually on the armrest, the other draped across his thigh, long fingers tapping gently against the fabric of his pants.

He looked calm, but his gaze stayed on her steady, heavy, and unreadable.

“Report about the new project,” he said, voice low but clear. Lilith opened the file she had brought, flipping it to the page she had marked with a thin, cream-colored ribbon.

Her voice was even as she began to speak, listing timelines, upcoming investor meetings, and revisions made to the proposal.

As she spoke, she could feel it. His stare. It wasn’t blank or distracted…it was focused. On her. She didn’t look up, but from the corner of her eye, she saw it. The way his fingers tapped once, then stilled.

His hair was slightly pushed back and the way he sat there, watching her so silently, so intently, made her stomach flutter without warning. He looked so effortlessly powerful. So calm. And so infuriatingly sexy.

Lilith continued speaking as if nothing was happening, her voice calm and steady while her fingers moved through the pages of the file.

She listed figures, timelines, progress reports—all correct and to the point. But just as she reached the final section, she paused for a second too long.

Her fingertip rested on a line, and her brows furrowed ever so slightly, just enough to make it seem like something was off.

“Oh…” she said softly, flipping one page back, then forward again, her tone filled with subtle confusion.

“I think I may have… accidentally switched this page with the old version. I had corrected it last night, but maybe I placed the earlier draft by mistake.” Her voice held that soft, apologetic note—the kind that was almost innocent, almost believable. She looked up slowly, meeting Alexander’s eyes.

“Do you mind if I reprint and bring the corrected file later?” she asked. Her tone was completely professional. Her posture was perfect. But her eyes… they held that quiet spark. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Alexander didn’t answer immediately. He just stared, his fingers still spread against his thigh, chest rising with a breath he didn’t show.

And Lilith? She stood there like she had done nothing wrong. But inside—she knew. That tiny mistake… was more dangerous than any word she could’ve said.

His eyes darkened as he reached out, slowly taking the file from her hand. Their fingers didn’t touch, but the air between them felt warmer now—charged, like something unspoken had just passed between them.

He opened the folder and began flipping through the pages, eyes scanning every line with ease. Numbers, proposals, meeting notes. Everything looked correct. Precise. Clean. There was no mistake. Not even a small one. And yet… she had said there was. His gaze lifted from the paper, slowly rising to her face.

She was standing there still, her hands lightly clasped in front of her, posture calm and composed. Her expression was innocent and her lips… they held the faintest curve. That smile. That quiet, harmless little smile that could fool the world. But not him. Her eyes looked innocent. Unbothered. Like she had no idea what she had just done.

But Alexander knew.

She had tested him.

Played a little game.

And now… she was pretending to be sweet while watching him from beneath her lashes.

He closed the file slowly and placed it on the desk, his fingers resting on top of it without saying a word.

She didn’t move.

Neither did he.

Only their eyes stayed locked—hers smiling in silence, his studying her like a puzzle with missing pieces.

And then, without a word, without a warning, he stood up. The chair rolled back slightly as he rose, his eyes still fixed on her, darker now—no longer calm, no longer polite. In a single step, he closed the distance between them, and before she could even react, she felt her back press lightly against the edge of the desk. Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t move. His hand rested beside her, firm on the wood, the other curling around her waist as he leaned in and kissed her—hard. No hesitation. No softness. It wasn’t a gentle touch of lips; it was a storm. Controlled. Hungry. His lips crashed against hers.

Her hands pressed against his chest, not to stop him, but to hold herself steady as his kiss deepened, pulling her into the moment like he was claiming her soul through her mouth. His breath was hot, his grip possessive, and his body pressed firm against hers.

There was a sharp knock on the office door.

Lilith’s eyes widened instantly, her hands pressing against Alexander’s chest in a quiet, breathless panic.

Her heart was racing, her lips swollen from his kiss, and her body still caught between desire and sense.

She tried to push him away, just slightly, her voice barely a whisper as she breathed, “Someone’s outside…” But he didn’t care. In fact, her hesitation only seemed to provoke him more.

With a wicked smirk that made her stomach twist, he leaned in again, and before she could protest, his hand slid down and gave her a sharp, teasing slap on her ass.

She gasped softly, half in shock, half in disbelief, but she didn’t even get time to scold him because the next second he kissed her again. Deeper. This time slower, but more possessive. His tongue pushed past her lips like he was claiming space he had no intention of giving back, swallowing every sound she tried to make.