The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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"Huh?" The question threw me completely off balance, and my surprise must have been written all over my face.
"Don't get the wrong idea," he said smoothly. "It's purely professional. As my secretary, you'll be joining me for client dinners. I need to know what to expect."
"Mm-hmm…" I murmured, my voice trailing off uncertainly.
"Do you drink? How well do you hold your liquor?"
"I'm… decent, I guess. But I'll do whatever it takes for the job." The words spilled out before I could stop them—I wanted this too badly to hesitate.
"Good. That's the kind of attitude I like." His lips curved into an approving smile. "Seems you're ready to be my right-hand woman."
"Mr. Chamberlain… does that mean…?" My voice quivered with excitement. I could hardly believe the interview had gone this well.
"Everything checks out. It's getting late—let's grab dinner. Consider it your final test."
"O-okay. Sounds good." I exhaled in quiet relief.
Only after stepping out of his office did I realize three whole hours had passed. The rest of the staff had already clocked out, but with the boss still in the building, no one dared leave early.
"That's enough for today. You two can head home." The moment he dismissed them, the employees scrambled to tidy their desks and power down their computers.
He took me to an upscale Japanese restaurant, where we were seated in a private tatami room.
"Let's have a few drinks tonight," he said, filling my sake cup to the brim. Caught up in the moment, I knocked it back in one go.
"Perfect. That's the spirit." He clapped, clearly pleased.
After a few more rounds, he shifted closer. The alcohol left me warm and floaty, but my mind stayed sharp.
"Vivian, you've exceeded every expectation."
Then his hand settled on my thigh, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. The sudden contact locked me in place. My interview outfit—a snug skirt and sheer stockings—made me painfully aware of how exposed I was.
"Mr. Chamberlain… your hand?"
"Are you nervous, Vivian?" His voice was calm, almost amused. "Think of this as practice. If a client touches you like this, you can't just storm off in a huff."
"I… I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry. You're young—I'll teach you everything."
"Here, have another drink. Loosen up a little."
A few more glasses left me pleasantly buzzed but still in control. For a first-timer, I was holding my own surprisingly well. Maybe I had a natural tolerance.
"Vivian, you're hired."
"W-what? Seriously? Thank you, Mr. Chamberlain! I won't let you down—I'll work harder than anyone!" Overwhelmed, I threw my arms around his neck without thinking.
"I know you will. Now, let me show you the company dormitory."
The dorm was just a five-minute walk from the office, with a direct bus line to my future school. Unbelievably convenient.
"T-this is really for me?"
Stepping inside, my jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a full-blown luxury apartment—1,800 square feet of pure opulence. Crystal chandeliers, plush European-style sofas, a massive flat-screen TV. The bedroom looked like something out of a magazine, and the bathroom? A separate shower and a Jacuzzi. I'd never even dreamed of living somewhere like this.
"Don't get the wrong idea," he said smoothly. "It's purely professional. As my secretary, you'll be joining me for client dinners. I need to know what to expect."
"Mm-hmm…" I murmured, my voice trailing off uncertainly.
"Do you drink? How well do you hold your liquor?"
"I'm… decent, I guess. But I'll do whatever it takes for the job." The words spilled out before I could stop them—I wanted this too badly to hesitate.
"Good. That's the kind of attitude I like." His lips curved into an approving smile. "Seems you're ready to be my right-hand woman."
"Mr. Chamberlain… does that mean…?" My voice quivered with excitement. I could hardly believe the interview had gone this well.
"Everything checks out. It's getting late—let's grab dinner. Consider it your final test."
"O-okay. Sounds good." I exhaled in quiet relief.
Only after stepping out of his office did I realize three whole hours had passed. The rest of the staff had already clocked out, but with the boss still in the building, no one dared leave early.
"That's enough for today. You two can head home." The moment he dismissed them, the employees scrambled to tidy their desks and power down their computers.
He took me to an upscale Japanese restaurant, where we were seated in a private tatami room.
"Let's have a few drinks tonight," he said, filling my sake cup to the brim. Caught up in the moment, I knocked it back in one go.
"Perfect. That's the spirit." He clapped, clearly pleased.
After a few more rounds, he shifted closer. The alcohol left me warm and floaty, but my mind stayed sharp.
"Vivian, you've exceeded every expectation."
Then his hand settled on my thigh, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles. The sudden contact locked me in place. My interview outfit—a snug skirt and sheer stockings—made me painfully aware of how exposed I was.
"Mr. Chamberlain… your hand?"
"Are you nervous, Vivian?" His voice was calm, almost amused. "Think of this as practice. If a client touches you like this, you can't just storm off in a huff."
"I… I don't know what to do."
"Don't worry. You're young—I'll teach you everything."
"Here, have another drink. Loosen up a little."
A few more glasses left me pleasantly buzzed but still in control. For a first-timer, I was holding my own surprisingly well. Maybe I had a natural tolerance.
"Vivian, you're hired."
"W-what? Seriously? Thank you, Mr. Chamberlain! I won't let you down—I'll work harder than anyone!" Overwhelmed, I threw my arms around his neck without thinking.
"I know you will. Now, let me show you the company dormitory."
The dorm was just a five-minute walk from the office, with a direct bus line to my future school. Unbelievably convenient.
"T-this is really for me?"
Stepping inside, my jaw nearly hit the floor. It was a full-blown luxury apartment—1,800 square feet of pure opulence. Crystal chandeliers, plush European-style sofas, a massive flat-screen TV. The bedroom looked like something out of a magazine, and the bathroom? A separate shower and a Jacuzzi. I'd never even dreamed of living somewhere like this.
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