The gentle blend of several temperaments was irresistibly captivating.

Sylvia turned around, gazing at Eric. "What do you think? Beautiful, isn't it?"

Eric swallowed hard. "Absolutely beautiful!"

Finally, he understood why Sylvia had locked the door.

'In the office?' Just the thought made one's blood boil.

Eric had been holding it in for about ten days!

-

It wasn't until the end of the afternoon that they finally left the office.

Sylvia glanced at Eric. "Is your back still hurting?"

She recalled that before Eric went to Haevon, his back troubled him every morning, and even his 'Johnson Jr.' couldn't withstand her actions.

"Take it easy!" Eric said softly. "I still want to live a few more years."

Sylvia smiled faintly, about to say something when Eric's phone rang.

Seeing it was an unknown caller, Eric answered. "Hello, who's this?"

A voice came from the other end. "Is this Mr. Johnson? We have goods from Haevon. Where should we deliver them?"

Eric was stunned. He had spe