When The Boss's Joke Turns Into A Kiss
1778 Words
"Excuse me, Secretary Hall," Finn MacLeod pressed his lips together to suppress a smile, his voice turning much more serious. "How do you plan to compensate for this dress?"
Upon hearing this, Evelyn Ross's eyes widened in shock—this man was actually serious! She couldn't afford to pay for something that cost millions!
"I know, just deduct my salary," she pouted, shrinking back and leaning against the corner, feeling wronged. "Next time, please don't take me to such occasions. I might cause trouble again and damage something else."
She was actually a bit sulky inside. After all, she had already been injured, yet Finn MacLeod was still so mean, asking for compensation for the dress. She had endured the beating, thinking she should bear it to avoid making things difficult for him.
"Secretary Hall, do I need to remind you that even if your entire annual salary were deducted, it wouldn't cover the cost?" Finn MacLeod, seeing her pitiful expression, didn't stop joking but instead became more engrossed in it.
"Mr. MacLeod, just tell me directly, how do you want me to compensate?" Evelyn Ross furrowed her brows, suddenly standing up and leaning closer to him, her eyes filled with helplessness yet earnestly looking into his.
To talk to her, Finn MacLeod had already leaned to one side. The car was cramped, and Evelyn Ross's sudden movement brought her face close to his. If she had leaned just a few more centimeters, her nose would have touched Finn MacLeod's cheek.
Unfortunately, she was too upset to notice this and just let out a muffled hum.
Her warm breath spread around, gently falling on Finn MacLeod's skin, making him unsure whether he was startled or lost in a daze, his fingers trembling slightly.
His gaze unconsciously dropped and landed on Evelyn Ross's lips—she was miserably biting her lower lip, with half-faded lipstick left on it in a messy pattern, which made Finn MacLeod's breathing lighter and his eyes darker.
"Mr. MacLeod?" Evelyn Ross looked at him questioningly, waving her hand in front of his eyes.
As the pale skin passed through his line of sight, Finn MacLeod instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist. At that moment, the bruises on her skin looked like love bites, making the man's throat suddenly dry.
"Ouch, let go," Evelyn Ross whispered, moving closer to him as she carefully tried to free her arm by grabbing Finn MacLeod's fingers.
"Secretary Hall, don't you want to know how you should compensate me?" His low, husky voice fell into her ear, causing Evelyn Ross's movements to freeze on the spot.
The man's breath was on her ear, making her cool skin instantly flush with a rosy hue, like a light mist that faintly spread.
Finn MacLeod tightened his grip on her wrist, hooked her chin, and lightly touched her cheek with his lips.
His lips were not warm, but they felt like scorching flames, instantly burning her cheek and causing a rosy blush to spread.
"Mr. MacLeod!" Evelyn Ross shuddered all over, helplessly lowering her head. "Rest assured, I won't misunderstand. After all, with Mr. MacLeod's taste, how could he possibly be interested in someone like me?"
She spoke hurriedly, not noticing that the partition had automatically risen, blocking the windows around them, and the warm light had also turned on automatically, enveloping the two of them.
"Be quiet," her chin was suddenly lifted, and Evelyn Ross blinked as a soft touch landed on her lips.
Her eyes widened slightly, and her breathing stopped.
A simple, pure, and clean kiss made Evelyn Ross feel weak all over. She stared at Finn MacLeod in a daze. His eyelashes were lowered, casting a faint shadow under his eyes. The two connected lips were extremely soft, as if in a dream.
Then, a moist sensation came from her lips, startling Evelyn Ross, who quickly pushed him away.
"Why did you suddenly——" She blushed, panting slightly, her eyes like a deer chased by a hunter, flickering with confusion and panic.
Finn MacLeod still held her chin, instinctively wanting to kiss her again.
"Mr. MacLeod!" Evelyn Ross became anxious, hurriedly breaking free from him and shrinking into the corner. Without touching, she knew her cheeks were burning hot, making her head feel dizzy.
"Didn't you say you wanted to know how to compensate?" The man licked his lips, his lips curled up, and his dark eyes stared at Evelyn Ross, as if he was about to press her down and devour her at any moment.
"I don't want to know anymore, Mr. MacLeod. Let me figure it out myself. You don't need to explain it to me personally," Evelyn Ross felt flustered under his gaze, speaking faster. "You see, it's getting dark. Let's hurry home."
"What are we going home for?" Finn MacLeod raised an eyebrow, his tone taking on a teasing note.
"What else, to sleep and rest..." Evelyn Ross said subconsciously.
Then, she realized something and forced herself to say again, "I mean normal rest, doing nothing, just sleeping!"
"Secretary Hall, I didn't say anything, did I?" Finn MacLeod looked at her flustered appearance, his interest rising even more. "What are you thinking?"
Evelyn Ross glared at him, her face turning completely red: "I, I'm not thinking anything. Just drive!"
But Finn MacLeod didn't move. She waited a few seconds, cautiously looking at him, and then fell silent, not daring to speak anymore.
The man's gaze was like a leopard searching for prey, carefully scanning every inch of her exposed skin. Although he was just looking, Evelyn Ross felt as if she was being touched, her limbs feeling weak.
"Ugh—" She felt panicked inside and had to curl up, covering her chest, pretending to have a relapse of her illness.
"Is your heart still hurting?"
Sure enough, Finn MacLeod's gaze immediately softened, and the ambiguous tone was gone in an instant.
"...Yeah." Evelyn Ross lowered her head, hiding the panic in her eyes, her voice low as if she was really in too much pain to speak.
"Hold on a bit longer." Finn MacLeod turned around, quickly started the car, and drove forward.
The man seemed genuinely anxious. The car was speeding, and in less than twenty minutes, the vehicle stopped in front of an elegant and luxurious villa.
As soon as the two of them got out of the car, a young man with glasses and a refined demeanor came over.
"This is my personal doctor, Nick Versta," Finn MacLeod said, and then suddenly lifted his hand, picking up Evelyn Ross horizontally and holding her in his arms, striding towards the villa.
Nick Versta's eyes widened in surprise, his actions momentarily halted as he stared at the two leaving in a daze.
Finn MacLeod actually took the initiative to get close to a woman, and in such an intimate posture? Was this the Mr. MacLeod he knew?
“What are you doing!” Evelyn Ross felt shy too, and immediately tried to struggle, but Finn MacLeod's arms were wrapped around her so tightly that she didn't break away after a couple of struggles, and it was more like flirting.
"Isn't your chest still hurting?" Seeing Evelyn Ross so spirited, Finn MacLeod sensed something amiss. His tone darkened as he locked eyes with Evelyn, "Did you lie to me?"
"It doesn't hurt as much now," Evelyn coughed, averting her gaze guiltily, "And Dr. Nick Versta is right here... Could you please put me down? I can walk on my own."
Initially, when Finn carried her out of the hotel, Evelyn had been touched, not thinking much of it. But now, catching sight of Nick's shocked and stunned expression, she felt utterly uncomfortable.
Finn frowned at her, but eventually released his hold. Evelyn quickly stepped down and headed towards the door, with Nick snapping out of his daze and hurrying after them.
A few minutes later, Evelyn was seated in the guest room as Nick conducted a brief physical examination.
Though bruised and battered, Evelyn's beauty remained unscathed, even enhanced by a touch of pathos that stirred a protective instinct in anyone who saw her.
As Nick's fingers brushed over the bruises on Evelyn's arm, he couldn't help but pause and gently caress her skin.
"Dr. Versta, are you done with the examination?" Finn's cold voice jolted Nick back to reality.
Without turning around, Nick felt the piercing gaze on his back, like needles pricking at him.
"Most of the injuries are external, without any damage to the bones or nerves," Nick quickly withdrew his hand, lowering his head in embarrassment, "Just rest well these few days and apply the medicine on schedule."
"There's just..." He hesitated, glancing at Evelyn, "Miss Hall, may I examine your back?"
The gaze from behind sharpened instantly, making Nick stiffen and hastily explain.
"Well, the color of the bruise on your back seems a bit off, and I'd like to take a closer look."
"Sure," Evelyn turned around gracefully, her evening gown still on, exposing her back to the two men.
Watching Nick's focused profile, Finn's expression darkened. A strange emotion welled up from within him, tightening his chest.
He didn't want any other man to see even an inch of this woman's body.
"Is that enough?" Before Nick could touch her back much, Finn impatiently spoke up.
"Yes, it is," Startled by Finn's tone, Nick quickly pulled back his hand, "Mr. MacLeod, Miss Hall has a suspicious bruise on her back. It looks like it was caused by a sharp object striking it hard. It almost injured her spine."
Upon hearing this, Finn's face turned even more grim. Those three women had dared to hit her so hard. His punishment for them had been far too lenient!
Evelyn was taken aback for a moment, then she realized.
The three women had only kicked her with the tips of their shoes later on. It was only the first kick, when the heel of the shoe had slammed squarely into her back.
No wonder her back had been aching terribly all the way back.
"Miss Hall should sleep on her stomach these next few days to avoid further injury," Nick continued his advice, "If possible, have someone massage your back after applying the medicine to help disperse the bruising and speed up the recovery."
"Now that the diagnosis is over, Dr. Versta can leave," Finn stood up and opened the door without any room for negotiation.
Nick didn't dare to object and quickly got up and left. As for who would apply the medicine and give the massage, he didn't dare to ask a single word.
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