Chapter 3

After returning home from his place, my mom called.

"Hurry up, change your clothes and come downstairs! Today's blind date is the heir to the Edgar Group.

"Stop pining after Rodriguez. You two are absolutely impossible!"

My head throbbed.

Ever since graduating college, my mom had been forcing me on blind dates.

She'd seen through my feelings for Rodriguez and feared I would ruin the Bruno family's reputation.

I threw on a t-shirt and went out, meeting the man at a restaurant.

"Miss Natalie, even though your uncle is running your family now, you're still one of the heirs. After we get married and have a son, won't the Bruno family assets return to your hands?"

The man said this while reaching out to touch me.

Disgusted, I grabbed the water glass on the table, ready to smash it in his face.

A hand suddenly reached over and clamped down on his wrist.

He screamed and slid from his chair to the floor on his knees.

I looked up in shock.

Rodriguez was already standing beside me, his face dark.

"Mr. Rodriguez..." The man's face went pale with fear.

"Get lost."

Rodriguez growled, and the blind date scrambled away.

Rodriguez turned his head and stared at me.

"Miss Natalie has such low standards she'd even consider this kind of trash?"

He dropped this line and turned to leave.

I stood there, eyes stinging, fists clenched.

Fine. You think I'm desperate, is that it? Tonight, I'll make you taste what it's like to want something you can't have!

Third dream entry.

I set the scene in his CEO office.

I wore a fitted pencil skirt, white blouse, black stockings and heels.

This mature woman outfit would drive him crazy.

Rodriguez pushed the door open.

When he saw me, his breathing clearly deepened.

I didn't pounce on him directly like the previous two times.

I stood up and walked in front of him.

Extending my fingertip, I lifted his tie, traced circles along his chest, then slid inside his jacket, caressing his waist.

Rodriguez's eyes darkened.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he raised his hand, wanting to pull me into his arms.

I stepped back half a step, slapped his hand away, expression turning cold.

"Mr. Rodriguez, please restrain yourself. This is an office."

Rodriguez's hand froze in midair, eyes rimmed red.

"You..." He gritted his teeth.

Ignoring him, I turned and walked to the filing cabinet, pretending to organize.

When he approached, I suddenly turned and lightly licked his Adam's apple with my tongue.

"Hiss~"

He sucked in a sharp breath, whole body tense, eyes locked on me as he again reached out to press me against the desk.

"Smack." I slapped his hand away again, pulling back distance, adjusting my glasses.

"Mr. Rodriguez, there are still two contracts that need your signature. Please focus on your work."

I turned and walked to the office desk, facing away from him, hands braced on the edge.

I bent my upper body down.

The pencil skirt hugged my waist and hip curves with the movement, black-stockinged legs gleaming under the lights.

I heard gasping behind me.

Rodriguez pressed up against me, his hand reaching for the top of my thigh!

I quickly dodged sideways, slipping away from in front of him, retreating to the other side of the desk.

I raised my chin, speaking coolly:

"Mr. Rodriguez, your self-control seems rather poor."

"If you can't even maintain professional conduct, I don't think our meeting tonight needs to continue."

Finally, Rodriguez's veins bulged and his rationality completely snapped.

"Fuck the work!"

He grabbed my collar and pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window!

Ignoring my resistance, his large hand yanked and the shirt buttons instantly flew off.

His palm slid down along my waistline and ripped open the black stockings.

I was pressed hard against the glass, our bodies tightly joined.

In that instant, I clearly felt it!

That place that had been dead silent finally showed signs of rising!

That massive presence was pressing against my body.

I clutched his shoulders and in the heat of passion blurted out:

"Uncle..."

Rodriguez's whole body jerked to a halt.

"What did you call me?!"

He released me and stepped back two paces.

The rising trend instantly softened after that word "uncle."

He gasped heavily, bit down on his own lip, and blood welled up.

He stared at me intently.

"Why... why does it have to be you..."

He murmured these words.

Then the dreamscape collapsed and I was ejected back to reality.

Damn it! Just one final step away, and my stupid mouth, why did I have to call him uncle at the most critical moment?!