Chapter 84

"Sit down? Ms. York, what's going on?" Frederick asked in confusion.

Sending her secretary away, Jennifer's intentions seemed suspicious—was she planning something against him?

"Just sit down and stop asking so many questions!" Jennifer snapped, her frown revealing her annoyance.

Reluctantly, Frederick sank onto the couch.

Then came the unexpected—Jennifer didn't just sit; she lay down on the couch, her attractive figure fully in view.

Kicking off her heels, she placed her long, sleek legs, clad in black stockings, over Frederick's lap.

Frederick felt his body heat up even more. Swallowing hard, he reminded her, "Ms. York, I'm here to work, not to sell my body!"

Those enticing stocking-clad legs had hooked his gaze—the temptation was almost overwhelming to resist.

"What are you thinking?" Jennifer's voice turned icy as she caught on. "I'm not feeling well. Your foot massage last time seemed helpful, so I thought I'd try it again."

Frederick finally understood her intentions.