Wolf President Hooks Up
Chapter 23: President Smith's Little Lover?

"I really don't know... it's just choosing clothes."

"In our company, there are nearly 2,000 employees in the headquarters alone, not including the employees of branches. With so many people doing their uniform, and they will tip you 1,000 dollars per uniform, you can calculate how much you can get? There will be dozens of large manufacturing companies trying to bribe you. With such a big purchase, which manufacturer won't try and go by the back door? That's why this is a very profitable project.

President Smith was initially afraid of the dirty dealings that would start because of this, so he always handled it himself. Even the old President Smith has always decided it himself. Who knew... Everything changed since you've come. Hey, are the rumors outside real, you've become President Smith's little lover? Elaine, you cannot lie to me, at least, I was the first to show you kindness in this company."

Sophia's string of words made Elaine's head dizzy. She frowned, shook her head hard, thundered, "I am really, really not President Smith's little lover! I have someone I like, it's my senior! I don't want to be whoever's little lover! I want to date my senior!"

The door was opened, and all the secretaries outside had their ears raised. At the same time, the other door was also opened, and this was the door that leads to the President's office. Sophia slightly tilted her head and immediately saw Emmett leaning against the door frame, intimidated. She placed the information down and scampered off.

Elaine watched Sophia's highly efficient escaping posture. She secretly commented: Yup, this Ms. Sophia has the qualifications to join a 100-meter race. Her jolt was so fast, like a runner.

Elaine pursed her lips, took over the information, and automatically ignored the tall figure leaning on the door frame. Buried in the pile of data and assumed the posture of a dedicated employee. "Senior?" Emmett gently repeated once. His expression darkened suddenly.

Elaine did not dare to raise her head, and not even an exhale. After all, Emmett, whose aura was so formidable, was just standing a few meters away. The existence of such a murderous creature was always able to give others an inexplicable pressure. Elaine seemed to hear Emmett took a deep breath, "You, come in!" It was an icy tone! Elaine shivered all over.

Bang! The president's office door was slammed hard, the whole building seemed like it was shaking.

Elaine raised her head and looked around, not a... single person... The only living creature with two legs was her, Elaine, alone. So, when bad-bear Smith said, "You, come in" was to her? Seeing his gloomy face... it looked like he was about to swallow someone alive! Hissed, Elaine shook again, she better not go in, by going in, wouldn't it mean that she's asking for trouble? Work, work, she'll continue to work.

Emmett's cold voice came from the telecom half a minute later, "Little thing, you get in here!"

Elaine was stunned, this was a death notification! "President Smith, there's no little thing here," Elaine replied coolly.

"It's you! You come in, immediately, instantly!"

"Report President Smith, I'm Elaine Jones, not a little thing."

"Do you want me to come over and catch you in personally?" The last grin from Emmett completely crushed Elaine's considerably strong brain nerve.

She cackled a little, stunned, and immediately ran into the President's office. Crashing into the door, Elaine took a deep breath and closed the door lightly. Standing by the door, she probed inwardly like a thief. Eh? He's not in the office area, where did he go? "President Smith?"

"Inside." The negative 20-degree voice of Emmett's came out from the suite connected inside.

"Oh." Elaine walked in, extremely surprised. These rich people really know how to enjoy it... The suite that's connected to the office area actually has such a big room. Oh, no, this is not a room, it seemed like there are several rooms. This room has a comfortable sofa, TV, gym equipment, and an alcohol cabinet.

Emmett's whole body was sinking into the sofa and legs on the low table when she walked in. Going in suddenly, Elaine thought she saw a lion in leisure! This guy, his eyes were so sharp! When he is looking at people, it makes that person feel like they have been stripped naked.

"President Smith, you looking for me?"

Emmett looked at Elaine deeply, grinning, "Little thing, after all, we've already spent a whole night together. After all, we have already had sex for a night, we can be considered close." What introduction is this... it makes people feel strangely shy. Besides that, what 'one whole night'? Was he bragging? Did he last so long? She was very skeptical. Elaine frowned. "You should know why I'm in a bad mood now?"

Elaine laughed dryly, "I'm not a worm in your stomach, and how would I know why you're in a bad mood? Furthermore, I didn't even know you're in a bad mood now, I see you're quite good." Emmett gritted, "You're really not afraid of death."

"What? President Smith, please get it clear, I was drunk and accidentally slept with you once. But I said I'll pay you back, owing money is not a sin unto death, right?"

Emmett rubbed his temple, his voice sounded evil, "Then you guess why I am in a bad mood now?"

"Why?" Elaine pretended to roll her eyes around, whispered, "Is it... because.... I'm interested in the profit from making employees uniform, then you're angry?"

Emmett's slightly hopeful face had a touch of frustration flashed by, his face became gloomy again.

"Aye, President Smith, that profit is really tempting, although my math may not be good, but a profit of 1000 per person, and for 2000 people, I still know how much I can earn. I admit I'm very interested in the money; after all, I'm now in debt. I still owe you the 10 million for sleeping. But a gentleman makes money the right way, how would I do something that's not good for the company? I, Elaine, have professional ethics! President Smith, I've made it clear, can I go back to work?"

Emmett's expression showed his headache, sighing, "As usual, you're unable to grasp the main idea."

Elaine's small face was embarrassed.

Emmett hooked his fingers, "Come over, and massage my shoulders."

"Oh." Elaine went behind Emmett. Isn't this what an assistant should do? Elaine's small fingers pressed on Emmett's and started to massage.

"Hmm..." Emmett closed his eyes and gave a low suppressed groan.

Elaine shook her ears, this sound, should mean that it's satisfactory, right? Hehe, she's still quite proud of her skills in massaging adults. After all, she has always massaged her father's back since young. Her father has lumbar disc herniation and couldn't straighten his back all the time. When it was in the scorching summing and freezing winter, it would hurt even more. So, when she was older, she started massaging her father. "President Smith, do I need to use more strength?"

"Yes."

Elaine increased her strength. Bad-bear Smith's shoulder was very different from those of her father; it was like it's made out of different material. Bad-bear Smith's shoulder was really hard, like a block of iron. Massaging Emmett's back was very hard and tiring. After a few minutes, Elaine was so tired she started panting, beads of perspiration were hanging on her nose's tip.

The heat from her was felt beside Emmett's ear, it was making him restless. Her small hands were very soft, it was very comfortable when touching him. It was like a kitten scratching... Teasing him until he felt uneasy. Also, the girl's panting was too loud. Anyone who has trained before would have gentle and slow breathing, hardly audible. But instead, Elaine's panting, that sound... makes one thought run wild. "Okay, enough, stop massaging." Emmett felt a bit hot.

"Ah? Stop massaging? Okay then. I'll rest awhile." Elaine leaned against the back of the sofa, panting.

Strange, when her small hands leave his body, he felt empty. Hence, Emmett said, "Massage my legs."

"Okay." Elaine used the back of her hands to wipe her sweat, walked to the front of Emmett, and could only kneel on the carpet and use her fists to massage his legs.

While thumping, her mind was running wild: Sigh, I'm so pitiful. It turned out that this temporary assistant was to be his servant, such a low rank! In the historical movies, the servant girls kneeled like this too, for that 2,000 plus salary, do I have to be so pitiful? But other job's salary was even lower, only five to six hundred dollars, other people don't even want it. Forget it, I'll treat it as if I'm experiencing life. Wait for it, wait for me to pay you back the 10 million, and see if I'll dump you or not!

"Hey, little thing, where are you thumping?" Emmett frowned. He had asked her to massage his legs, but she actually rubbed to the knee.