Smelling James’ perfume, Bella felt her heart beating crazily and her face blushing. She struggled to stand.
Compared with James, she was as weak as a lamb. James hugged her lightly and Bella was held firmly in his arms.
“Let me go!” Bella yelled angrily.
“The customer is always right. You’d better do what I say,” James said in a deliberately flippant tone. He put his slender, warm fingers on Bella’s waist and continued, “Or, you want me to complain to your manager?”
Bella hadn’t received her salary yet. Her hard work in recent days was all for the money. Grinding her teeth, Bella decided to bear it.
She sat down meekly and picked up the bottle of wine to fill James’ glass. But as she bent over, Bella accidentally sat on James’s thigh. James embraced her lightly as their bodies made c
