But the temperature inside the car rose sharply.
The initial entanglement of lips and teeth quickly became insufficient.
Rapid breathing, the rustle of fabric rubbing, and suppressed, faint moans intertwined.
A man's jacket was casually tossed onto the floor mat, followed by a soft silk dress... Clothing peeled away layer by layer like a receding tide, left abandoned on the expensive carpet.
In the dim light, the two bodies finally met frankly, skin against skin, their heat astonishing.
Catherine cried out in pleasure.
The luxurious SUV rocked, and from the well-sealed space in the back seat, intermittent sounds emerged:
"Oh, my god!" "Oh, my god!"
Exclamations of ecstasy, intimate whispers, and slightly choked curses echoed throughout the car compartment.
The commotion clearly affected the front row.
In the driver's seat, Catherine's private female assistant, a young, capable, and delicate-looking woman, was now flushed red, and sweat beaded in the palms of her hands gripping the steering wheel.
The clearly audible, intense battle unfolding behind the partition still made her heart race and her breathing unsteady.
She found it difficult to concentrate, which was extremely dangerous for driving.
Gritting her teeth, she quickly searched for a relatively secluded and safe area nearby during the interval of waiting for a red light.
Finally, she slowly drove the car into a park road near the river, shaded by trees, with sparse nighttime traffic. She found a dimly lit parking space and stopped steadily.
She turned off the engine and engaged the handbrake.
Only after doing all this did she truly breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that she had regained control of the situation, although her cheeks were still burning.
She was immensely glad she had made this wise decision.
Because the intense war in the back seat lasted longer than expected.
The sounds rose and fell but were continuous.
There were also various movements that spurred the imagination.
During this long period, the assistant sat alone in the driver's seat, listening to the inescapable praise and curses, and Emily couldn't help but immerse herself in the situation.
Finally, when the commotion in the back seat gradually subsided, leaving only heavy breathing and occasional soft whispers, the partition was gently tapped, and Catherine's slightly hoarse but satisfied voice came through: "Emily, pass in some tissues and water, please."
The female assistant named Emily took a deep breath, trying her best to restore a professional and calm expression.
She picked up the Evian mineral water and a full box of facial tissues she had prepared earlier, lowered a small section of the partition, and handed them through with her head bowed.
However, the moment she passed the items, Landon's hand inadvertently brushed against the back of hers.
Immediately afterward, she felt her wrist being lightly hooked by Catherine's somewhat weak fingers. A glance, moist and radiating ambiguous heat, drifted over from the dim back seat. That look held post-coital languor, as well as an unspoken invitation and the intimacy of sharing a secret.
Emily's heart pounded wildly. As if possessed, Emily did not refuse.
Landon chuckled softly. Catherine's hand reached out and, with an undeniable gentle force, pulled her into the back seat space.
Who knows how much time passed before everything finally settled down completely.
Emily, her cheeks flushed and hair slightly messy, returned to the driver's seat from the back, looking a bit disheveled but possessing a strange sense of satisfaction.
Emily looked at Catherine gratefully, having experienced that unparalleled beauty.
Of course, she also knew why Catherine was happy to share.
Secrecy was one reason, but the burden that was too much for one person to bear was also why Catherine had her join.
Emily rested in the driver's seat for nearly half an hour before recovering her strength.
Listening to the low conversation in the back, she simultaneously started driving toward the hotel where they would be staying tonight. However, she first called the driver and bodyguard waiting at the hotel and told them to wait.
She knew that what had just happened was merely an appetizer. Even though a long time had passed, it was clear that the night would absolutely not end so early.
That night, Emily experienced her female boss Catherine up close for the first time.
And the war in the car compartment continued into the Presidential Suite.
By the end, Emily felt a degree of admiration for Landon. She finally understood why Catherine had canceled her announcements and rushed over to find this young, handsome actor.
Emily knew that Catherine had recently stopped meeting with Michael Douglas, as if to express her loyalty to Landon.
One must know that Catherine and Michael had known each other since 1993, yet now Catherine suddenly didn't want to continue seeing Michael Douglas.
Especially since the Dove advertisement significantly boosted Catherine's profile; recently, she has received many more advertisements and scripts than before.
Landon was miserable; he had only slept for three hours last night, and then had to go to the set to film early in the morning.
When he woke up, he saw Catherine still muttering something discontentedly, though her eyes were completely closed.
And the delicate-looking Emily—he didn't know why things had turned out this way.
However, now was not the time for sentimentality. He quickly got out of bed and pulled their blankets up slightly.
Then, he went into the bathroom to wash up. A splash of cold water instantly sobered Landon up completely.
Fortunately, his daily routine of exercise made his recovery ability extraordinary.
Before leaving, Landon left a note, took the Presidential Suite's direct elevator down to the underground garage, where Bruce was already waiting with Zoe.
Landon got into the car, feeling a bit awkward facing his punk assistant.
Wait, Landon realized that Zoe hadn't worn her punk outfit for a while. Recently, she had always been wearing Office Lady suits. Landon couldn't help but look closely at Zoe and realized that with her changed makeup, she was actually so beautiful—something he hadn't noticed before.
Moreover, he noticed that Zoe's figure was comparable to Tracy's. Zoe's previous attire had completely failed to showcase her physical advantages.
Zoe felt a bit embarrassed by Landon's stare and couldn't help but glare at her boss.
Landon rubbed his nose, then closed his eyes to rest. There was still some time before reaching the set, and he needed to recover his energy quickly.
But Landon didn't notice Zoe's smug expression.
Zoe felt delighted inside. She clearly sensed that Landon's gaze had been captivated by her. She looked again at her attire: a pink miniskirt, a white T-shirt, and only light makeup on her face, without any messy earrings, nose rings, tongue rings, or even any jewelry.
But for some reason, she really liked this appearance of hers now.
The car slowly started and drove toward the filming location.