Midnight Bride The CEO’s Temptation

"Hey, Mr. Sterling --" Savannah shouted, after Dylan, who entered the elevator without hesitation. Savannah took a deep breath as the elevator door closed. She quickly tidied up her desk, put her notebook in her arms, and ran down the stairs with her satchel on her back.

When she got in the garage, Dylan was already sitting in the Lamborghini. Savannah rushed over, pulled the front door open, and climbed in.

"As a secretary, you are really slow." Dylan squinted unpleasantly at the panting woman before he started the engine.

Savannah gasped for air, "Slow? I'm tired and almost out of breath!"

His sudden announcement about the business trip completely caught her off guard. She had no preparation at all. How could she be quick?

The Lamborghini was belting along the highway.

Savannah calmed down and asked, "Why are you going there in person for this contract?"

Why not send a business manager to sign it? Was it necessary to go in person as the president?

Dylan put his hands on the steering wheel and looked ahead. "Devin is going to Chicago too."

Savannah paused. What did that mean? Then she understood immediately, "You mean, Devin planned to sign the contract with the other party ahead of you, so that he can take credit for this project?"

Dylan didn't reply, but his expression said everything. She was right.

Old Sterling attached great importance to this project, which was the biggest project the Sterling Group invested into in Chicago this year.

Devin had been promoted to the vice president of the group. If he got the contract back in advance, he would be more valued and favored by old Sterling.

Dylan wouldn't let that happen.

No wonder he was going to Chicago in a hurry. He was desperate to sign the contract first.

Mutual scrambling for power and profit in rich families was really bitter and fierce.

"How long will it take on this business trip?" Savannah blurted out.

Dylan turned the steering wheel around. "Why, are you in a hurry?" His tone was a little unpleasant.

"No…"

"There is no fixed time for business. We will be back when everything is done."

Savannah took a deep breath. That was to say, she would spend at least a few days away from home with him?

Her heart¬beat had accelerated at this thought, and her cheeks were heating up.

When the car arrived at the airport, Savannah found that they came to a wide place behind the airport.

In the hanger, a helicopter was revving up. The blades of the propeller whirled, and the wind was blowing in gusts.

The fuselage of the plane was painted in red, with an eagle print on it.

A uniformed, professional-looking pilot waited beside the plane. He went to greet them with a bow and said respectfully, "Sir."

Savannah was stunned by the situation, "Don't we have to buy tickets, change boarding passes before we get on the plane?"

"It's too late. We will go there by private plane." Dylan unbuckled her seat belt and led her out of the car.

The pilot moved a ladder to the door of the plane.

Savannah gazed straight at the private plane. No need to be quite so dramatic, this man!

Seeing her stand still, Dylan narrowed his eyes. Without a word, he lifted her to his chest and went towards the ladder.

Savannah reacted, watching the ground beneath her get further and further as Dylan calmly mounted the steps of the ladder. She flung her arms around Dylan's neck and did not dare to struggle, afraid of falling down.

Dylan couldn't help laughing. "You never been on a plane?"

Savannah pursed her lips. Few people had a chance to fly by a private plane, and she could say fewer people had ever boarded a plane in someone's arms.

"No. I've only traveled to nearby cities before, either by train or by coach." She answered, honestly.

Dylan paused. He didn't expect the little woman had really never taken a plane. "It seems necessary to take you to see the world often in the future."

How could his woman be laughed at because she had never flown a plane?

After entering the cabin, Dylan put her down.

Savannah looked at the surprisingly spacious interior. She was fascinated by the delicate design and every modern convenience: a bed, a couch, and a table, which was all starched linen, crystal glasses, whiskey, silver cutlery, and different kinds of snacks.

"There's a bathroom at the other end of the plane. Though it's not a long flight, you can use it if you want to change your clothes or take a bath." Dylan pointed to the end of the cabin, as he said.

Savannah took a breath. This was the first time she heard of an airplane with a bathtub!

She stepped through the cabin and lightly tapped on the door. There was a glass shower room, a Japanese intelligence toilet, and a massage bathtub.

Although she knew he had a lot of money, she didn't think he was so rich that he even had such a splendid private airplane.

She did not want to make a fuss in case he would laugh at her again.

However, even if she tried to conceal her astonishment, she still had a startled look on her face.

Dylan made out the expression on her face but didn't say anything.

LA disappeared in front of them as they ascended into the sky. Dylan went straight to a wardrobe in front of the cabin and opened the wardrobe door.

Savannah saw several formal clothes in it; most were men's suits. There were also two smart dresses for ladies, both they were new and unopened and ironed, in clear plastic bags.

"These..." She was amazed.

"Men's wears are reserved for me. Women's dresses were brought by Garwood when we are on our way to the airport." He chose a violet suit and threw it to her. "Change into this one. You should dress properly when we meet the clients."

Then he took out a business tablet, sat on the couch, and began to conduct his business affairs.

Savannah picked up the dress, went into the bathroom, changed into it, and went out.

With a glass of whiskey in his hand, Dylan was reading an email from one of his subordinates.

Even though he was out on business, he had to take care of many things in the Sterling group.

When he heard her gentle footsteps, he raised his eyes and gazed at the little woman in front of him. Then he couldn't take his eyes off her.

In the A-line tight skirt, Savannah looked bootylicious.

Well, she had a perfect figure that she looked good in everything she was in.

Garwood brought the suit from a specialty store, and it seemed to be custom-made for her.

She was in a uniform to tempt him...