February 2, 2021: Yuanfen

At first, Syn's head was not able to process Konrad's query. Withal, once she did, her eyes mirrored that of his - The gaze of a predator who was ready to pounce on their unknowing prey. The only difference was, at this moment, they both assumed that they were the hunter.

"Mr Brecheisen, are you trying to invite me?" Syn asked, purposefully changing the way she called the man.

"Well, I am inviting you," Konrad said as he stepped forward until he was merely an inch away from the lady. "To eat, of course. That is, unless... you have anything else in mind."

His drawl, deep and growling, took down her defences. The man's breath that landed on her neck sent an aching pleasure in between her legs.

Although the tone of his voice didn't change that much, Syn thought that there was a tinge of amusement in it. Thus, she decided to play along, discarding her worries regarding the matter with Tristan's fiancee. No, in truth, she had already forgotten about it the moment that she laid her eyes on Konrad.

"Oh, I was just confirming. It's better to be safe since people often take advantage of me. However..." Syn momentarily stopped her speech as she put her left hand on Konrad's chest, giving him a look that triumphed over his ferocious one. "I won't mind if you do."

Thereafter hearing her statement, the corners of Konrad's lips slightly went up. He was pleased, utterly so, for he was smitten with feisty women. After all, more than beauty, it was confidence that attracted him.

"Very well," Konrad uttered his reply. He then lowered his head beside Syn's right ear, whispering, "I will make sure that I won't disappoint you."

Latterly, he straightened his body and turned around, leaving Syn disappointed of their temporary parting. Be that as it may, the excitement that she felt cleared the unrest in her thoughts, allowing her to feel liberated. Her eyes finally appeared invigorated as she gazed at the back of the man in front of her.

Concurrently, she overheard the conversation that Konrad was having with his bodyguard. It was not in her intentions to continue listening in, but Konrad's words caught her attention.

"Matthews, tell Lilliana that I won't be needing her services today."

"Alright, Mr Brecheisen. How about your schedule for later? Should I ask your secretary to cancel it?"

"No, don't bother."

"Noted, anything else?"

"Tristan has been asking you of my whereabouts every day, right? Inform him that I'm still at the office. That's all. I will call you if I need anything."

"Certainly." Brock Matthews said as he bowed his head, duly entering the car with the other men-in-black.

Meanwhile, instead of feeling insulted after being considered as an object to pass time, Syn took it as a challenge to make the man stay. Hence, she readily let go of her restraints, letting her worldly desires take over her person.

'Dear Lilianna, forgive me for taking your turn.' She thought to herself as she moistened her lips her tongue.

Her anticipation was growing by the second while her body was slowly violated by a fervent heat. Simply remembering his gaze, that lasciviously permeated Syn's being, ignited her hunger to an extent that made her want to writhe in its pleasure on the spot.

Unable to suppress the urge, a whimper that accompanied her frustration came out of the lady's mouth. Once she realized what had happened, Syn hurriedly bit her lower lip to try and suppress her voice - It was also a way to control herself.

Concurrently, as his men took their leave, Konrad faced about to address his situation with Syn. Withal, as he did so, he couldn't help but examine the entirety of her body - He did it from her feet, that were humbly glued to each other, to her stunning visage.

She was wearing jeans that tightly hugged her slender legs, though his stare lingered on her thighs that were rather well-fleshed and gave her buttocks a healthy glow-up - The mere sight enkindled his desire to know how well they would fit within his clutches.

Moving on, seen through the middle gap that her long black coat created, the fitted beige wool-top was sucked to her upper torso. It merely served to emphasize her voluptuously plump breasts above her flat abdomen. Once he got past that part, he surveyed her slender neck, appearing delicate with the ivory colour of her skin.

And Syn's face, devoid of make-up and blemish, was one that he couldn't get enough of. She visited her every night, in his dreams, never failing to give him a feeling of discontent the instant that his sleep ended.

Konrad watched as Syn traced the outline of her luscious rosy lips with her tongue - one leisurely motion - glossing them with her saliva.

'I'm afraid I'm going to break this woman.' He said to himself as he gritted his teeth, hardening his jaws. He was praying that his self-restraint would prevail over his yearning.

Once their gazes met, Syn was delighted, seeing that he was focusing on her. Thus, she reduced the distance between them once more, too close for the comfort of their voracity.

"Shall we go upstairs... and eat?" She asked, resolved to allure Konrad.

Fortunately for the lady, when her feathery voice landed in his ears, it scratched the itch that was bothering his continence.

Syn didn't wait for his answer as she started to walk towards the entrance of the building. However, she halted her steps, turning to look back at the man.

"By the way, which room, or rather, kitchen should we use? You're very much welcome to enter mine."

The lady's question put a smile on Konrad's face, but it wasn't the type that was endearing. Instead, it made Syn shiver of the thought that they were thinking the same thing.

Konrad began to saunter, locking his eyes with Syn. As he brushed past the lady, their hands almost collided. The near encounter sent an electrifying sensation throughout the lady's body, permeating her muscles, arousing her even more.

"What are you doing, Miss Rosenfeldt? You shouldn't let your meal wait. It will get cold."

"Hmm, don't worry, I can heat it up."