The little woman squatted down to pick up the papers in a hurry. The skirt covered her hips tightly, and her neckline sat low on her chest and had a subtle V-shape.
Dylan swallowed quietly. He wanted to pull her in his arms and press the soft, fresh, and hard nipple under her shirt. But then he found that there were so many people fixing their gaze at her.
"Get up," ordered Dylan as he yanked her to her feet. His face darkened.
"It's okay..." Savannah got more nervous and wanted to squat down again. Dylan frowned, stooped down, and picked the rest papers quickly.
A little embarrassed, Savannah thanked him and was about to leave when a surprised voice from behind her said, "what's wrong with the design?"
"What's that? It's a mess." said another voice.
Savannah hurried over to the two men to see the design papers. They were blotted with some brown spots.
A few more managers complained too. They turned over the smudged pages and frowned.