C18 Drinking

"No?" Allan raised the corner of his eyes and snorted, "If you really don't have any improper thoughts, then you are really a pig, an undisguised pig."

Allan thought about the way I leaned on him and slept in the car just now, and his saliva almost flowed all over his body.

He then glared at me with a look of disdain, "A woman actually drools while sleeping."

Did I drool?

I quickly reached out my hand to wipe the corner of my mouth, feeling very embarrassed in my heart.

However, his sleeping posture was not very good either. He pressed down on my shoulders like a dead pig.

He really did not know his own limits.

I silently cursed in my heart, but on the surface, I still had to laugh and say, "I'm really sorry, I... I don't know..."

Allan did not say anything else. He only waved at me and said, "Come down and have a drink with me."

When I heard that he wanted to drink, I immediately became anxious and hurriedly declined, "Your Excellency, you know, I drank too much and have a bad taste in alcohol..."

Because of drinking, I caused so many problems. I didn't want to cause more problems because of drinking.

"Come down..." Allan's face darkened.

The hair on my body stood on end. I knew that I could not run away, so I could only brace myself and walk down with a weak expression.

Allan pointed to a single-seat seat not far away from me. I sighed in my heart and pretended to be obediently sitting there with a smile on my face.

Allan did not look at me. He stood up and walked towards an U-shaped retro bar. There were a few sets of exquisite cup stands on the bar, and behind them were all kinds of red wine on the mahogany wine rack. Each of the wine bottles was very exquisite.

I am not very sensitive to branded goods. If it was Theresa, she might be able to recognize what kind of wine it was. But I can recognize the Lafite I ordered today.

Allan lowered his head and took one of the glasses. He elegantly poured a glass of red wine.

The red liquid swayed in the cup and he handed it to me.

I didn't dare to refuse. I forced a smile and thanked him. Of course, I was reluctant to thank him.

He immediately noticed my reluctance. He looked at me and said, "What? Are you not willing to drink with me?"

I was drenched in cold sweat. I forced myself to remain calm. I smiled and said, "How could I? It's my honor to be able to drink with the president."

The moment I said that, I couldn't help but want to vomit.

At the same time, I scolded myself in my heart, "Margie, oh, Margie, you always talk like that."

Allan smiled in satisfaction. He sat in the seat opposite me and raised his glass to drink again.

His posture was especially elegant.

When he raised his glass to drink, he gently tilted his head from top to chin. His slender neck was very beautiful and he could see everything.

The deep V-shaped bathrobe was opened to his navel, revealing a few pieces of chocolate belly muscles. The belly muscles looked strong and well-proportioned. It was very attractive to my eyes.

The bathrobe was taken off, revealing half of his naked calves. He looked like a fine art piece.

I had no choice but to swallow another mouthful of saliva. I felt an itch in my heart, as if a tiny feather was gently scratching it. My throat felt tight, and even swallowing became difficult.

Afraid that I was thinking too much, I quickly gulped down a mouthful of red wine. However, I was so stupid that I made a mistake.

The taste of the red wine was not something that a woman like me, who was neither rich nor poor, could afford. After swallowing a big mouthful, I choked and coughed.

I looked very embarrassed as I coughed, and the good red wine was scattered all over the floor.

Allan's face was ashen.

"Are you really stupid or stupid? How can you drink so much wine?"

I was embarrassed.

Actually, I didn't want to do that either. Besides, I was not an idiot in my life. When I was in school, I had always been a top student and was very serious and meticulous in my work.

However, after meeting him, I realized that I was impatient. I would make mistakes in everything I did.

When something went wrong, such as signing the contract in a daze, or making a mistake in a small matter, such as spilling the wine all over the floor...

It was no wonder that he said that I was stupid. Even I started to doubt whether I had some stupid disease.

I said sorry to him, and then I quickly got up to find a tissue to wipe the red wine stain on the carpet.

The tissue was on the table beside Allan.

I got up to get it, but when I turned around, I actually hit the corner of the table with one leg. I staggered two steps and fell down.

What made me feel the most ashamed was that I actually fell onto Allan's body once again.

Moreover, my hands were still tightly holding onto the bathrobe that was about to reach his waist...

The firm chest muscles were right in front of me, and the trembling chest seemed to be laughing at my clumsiness.

I suddenly stiffened up, and my face turned red. I clenched my teeth tightly together, and I didn't dare to move even a little bit.

At this moment, I really wanted to kill myself.

What am I doing? Why am I so stupid? Damn it, I actually bumped into him, and I even fell into his arms in such an ambiguous position. What would he think of me? I bit my lower lip in anger.

Drinking and choking me to death.

Am I in a bad mood with alcohol? Or did I offend the Wine God? That's why he is treating me like this.

That was why I decided that after I escaped this calamity, I would definitely worship a Wine God at home and worship him every day.

Allan's expression was very ugly. I was sure that it was really ugly.

I could only laugh dryly and tried my best to stand up. However, the damned thing was that my two legs didn't have the strength to move. It was as heavy as being filled with lead.

Damn it, since I can't use them, I might as well cripple them.

I cursed in my heart, but my face was once again filled with smiles. I smiled bitterly and apologized, "Uh, Sir CEO... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I... I didn't do it on purpose... I really didn't do it on purpose..."

Cold sweat appeared on my back. The blue dress I was wearing was drenched in sweat.

Allan didn't seem to have any intention of helping me. He looked at me coldly with his eyes closed.

I felt extremely guilty from his gaze, and my body shivered.

"You, are," he said these five words heavily, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

At that time, I didn't understand what these five words meant, but in the next second, I understood.

My face immediately turned red, and it was so hot that I could fry an egg on my face.

Is it because he drank?

Alcohol is indeed a devil.

As if I was scorched by an iron, I quickly struggled to get up, but it was too late. He had already tightly wrapped his arm around my arm.

I saw a pair of deep eyes magnify in front of me. "Are you seducing me?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was aroused.

"I didn't …" I was so anxious that I wanted to push him away, but he was too tightly wrapped around me. I couldn't move at all.

I could only swallow a mouthful of saliva and nervously remind him, "We are just a couple in a contract, not real. That … Wake up, wake up …"

Before I could finish speaking, his hot lips were already on my lips.

I wanted to say that I didn't have any intention of seducing him at all. It was just an accident, but it was too late.

His lips were on my lips as he sucked on them.

I was anxious, and I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move him at all. He was like a mountain, and I was just a mountain. How could I push him away?

Bastard…

I was cursing in my heart as I kicked my legs.

My mind went blank.