The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)

Chapter 94
Thalassa was tidying up the conference room when she noticed a stack of A4 papers on the table. They were fashion designs,
stylish and beautiful, instantly catching Thalassa’s eye
She walked over and saw the first design, a goose-yellow velvet skirt that was incredibly trendy. It reminded her of a similar skirt
Faye had worn, yet there was something different about it
“Thalassa! What are you doing?”
Just as she was engrossed in the designs, a frantic voice erupted from the entrance.
Turning around, she saw Faye striding in, gathering the designs from the table into her arms, and sternly said. “Were you looking
at the designs? What were you thinking? These are the hard work of our design team, pulling all-nighters. Were. they made for
you, the cleaner, to look at?”
Faye’s words dripped with sarcasm and disdain.
Thalassa had no intention to argue with her. She maintained a polite smile and said, “Faye, you’re right. These designs are
important. But then, why were they left on the conference table just like that? As the president’s secretary, you should pay more
attention to details. Being careless isn’t a good habit, you know”
Faye was left speechless by Thalassa’s sharp retort, her insides seething with anger. However, she had to maintain her
elegance, even in her fury. “You don’t need to clean the conference room anymore. The president’s desk is a bit dirty. Go clean
it,” she said, struggling to sound composed.
Thalassa just turned and left.
As she walked away, Faye watched her retreating figure, a sly glint in her eyes.
When Thalassa entered the office, Lysander was reviewing documents at his desk.
The air was thick with tension.
Thalassa felt a suffocating pressure that made it hard for her to breathe..
But cleaning the desk was her job, and she couldn’t run away from it.

She tiptoed over and began to wipe the desk with a cloth..
Bending over, her chest almost pressed against the table as she tried to clean it thoroughly.
She was wearing a round-necked long-sleeve T-shirt, which normally looked very neat, but her position made it look a bit too
revealing.
Her skin looked soft, causing Lysander’s gaze to deepen.
Thalassa was oblivious to his change and continued to scrub. She just wanted to finish and leave quickly to avoid being in the
same room as Lysander.
In her hurry, she accidentally knocked the phone off the desk, creating a loud noise..
“I’m sorry, I’ll pick it up right away.” Thalassa hurriedly said, bending down to retrieve the phone.
“Ah!” She tripped over the leg of the table, lost her balance, and fell right into Lysander’s arms.
The warmth and firmness of his chest made Thalassa’s heart race.
She looked up into Lysander’s deep eyes.
Taking a sharp intake of breath, she quickly pushed him away, trying to stand up. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m sorry, really sorry.”
As light as a cloud, the woman had invaded Lysander’s arms. Her faint scent filled his nostrils, making his heart beat faster.
Her hand was braced against his chest, like a kitten’s paw, playfully stirring his heart, irresistibly tempting him.