My CEO Keeps Wanting to Eat Me - Chapter 5

Once that horrifying premise took root in my mind, everything that followed seemed both perfectly logical and terrifying on closer inspection.

At lunch, I picked at the greens on my tray in a corner of the company cafeteria while my eyes strayed uncontrollably toward the executive dining area.

Shen Qinglan sat by the window with an exquisite dessert before her.

It was red velvet cake topped with a brandied cherry.

She pinched the slender stem between two elegant fingers and lifted the cherry into her mouth.

Dark red juice stained her lips. Against her excessively pale face, it looked breathtakingly seductive.

African drums instantly began pounding on the soundtrack inside my head.

Was that cherry juice? It looked more like…

I shuddered and refused to finish the thought.

Then a waiter brought her a steak.

When Shen Qinglan cut into it, the center was vivid red and gave off almost no steam. Bloody juice seeped along the grain and flooded the plate.

Rare.

Or perhaps the even more savage blue rare?

Was that fit for human consumption? It looked as if the cow had merely taken one lap through a sauna before landing on her plate!

I watched Shen Qinglan calmly fork up a dripping piece of meat, place it in her mouth, and chew with refined composure.

Her familiar, cool inner voice arrived on cue, sighing with satisfaction.

*…As expected, it tastes better a little raw.*

The food fell out of my mouth.

It was over.

My boss really did like it that way!

I looked at the meager flesh on my own arm and sank into sorrow.

Given that my body was built from late nights, milk tea, and no exercise, would eating me give the boss high blood pressure, high blood sugar, and high cholesterol?

While I spent each day in fear that a hungry Shen Qinglan might make me an extra snack, the company secured its largest order of the year.

She organized a company-wide team-building retreat.

It was held in the countryside, with a cookout, an outing, and a dedicated sports center.

I had few hobbies, but I did enjoy the occasional badminton game. When a coworker invited me, I joined in.

My opponent was Xiao Wang from IT. We were two rookies pecking at each other, yet somehow made the match look earth-shattering.

When I finally returned a shot, I jumped high in excitement. My ponytail whipped behind me and I grinned from ear to ear.

At that moment, I felt bursting with life.

I hadn’t expected that vitality to be a different sort of temptation in Shen Qinglan’s eyes.

Dressed in white sportswear, she sat in the shade beside the court with a bottle of mineral water. A rare, faint smile touched her lips.

Her gaze wasn’t on the heated game. It was… glued to my legs.

My calves, to be precise.

Her thoughts pierced the noise and delivered themselves straight into my brain.

*…So bright and sunny.*

*Bouncing around like a happy puppy.*

I stiffened and swung at empty air.

The shuttlecock struck my forehead.

Before I could clutch my head and cry out, Shen Qinglan’s next thoughts followed.

*Such smooth lines in her calves…*

*The muscles look so firm. I wonder how they would feel.*

*…Want to eat.*

With a crack, I dropped straight to my knees on the rubber floor.

Honestly, I wanted to call the police right then and there.

Had matters already advanced this far?

Was she assessing the firmness and texture of the muscle, the way someone inspected pork at a market?

And from her tone, the freshness and activity level of her ingredients mattered greatly!

If I’d known, I never would have played!

I was practically battering myself for her!

“Lu Jia! Are you all right?”

My coworkers gathered to help me up.

Holding back tears, I waved them off and stared through the crowd at Shen Qinglan in terror.

She frowned slightly and seemed about to rise and check on me.

I sprang upright like a carp. “I’m fine! I’m great! I could take on ten more!”