The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 231 What’s the Problem with Kissing on My Own Merit?_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 What’s the Problem with Kissing on My Own Merit?_1

"Not interested!"

Carson Flores flatly rejected her, "Stop giving me those excuses. You Missy have plenty of time, but I, a little security guard, need to work to support my family. I don’t have time to play with you."

"A little security guard?"

Camille Rhodes laughed so hard she leaned back, her chest heaving turbulently: "Can you stop pretending? Aren’t you just trying to help your wife sort out the mess at the factory, infiltrating deep and undermining from within? Could it be that you plan to stay as a security guard forever?"

Carson Flores replied naturally, "If I’m not a security guard, what should I be, a manager, or perhaps a CEO? Could I even handle that? Besides, what’s wrong with being a security guard? Going to work is so free, it’s not boring, and I get to follow the rules, not having to please anyone."

Camille Rhodes stared at Carson Flores: "Are you serious?"

Carson Flores glanced at Camille Rhodes sideways: "Do you think I was putting on an act when you arrived, that I wasn’t working seriously?"

Camille Rhodes clicked her tongue in wonder: "You really are an interesting person."

Carson Flores turned to look at Camille Rhodes and said indifferently, "I know, to you rich heiresses, who have played all sorts of thrilling games and found an interesting person as if discovering a fun toy, you’re willing to spend some energy toying with them until you lose interest, and then you kick them away."

Camille Rhodes felt suddenly upset being stared at like that by Carson Flores.

Carson Flores was absolutely right!

Her seeking out Carson Flores was naturally not about really wanting to be his girlfriend; it was simply because she found him interesting and he had taken liberties with her. With nothing better to do, she had sought him out, hoping to regain some face.

Initially, Camille Rhodes approached him with a playful and superior attitude, but after talking to Carson Flores and seeing the faint mockery on his face, that feeling of superiority suddenly disappeared.

Carson Flores didn’t give an inch because of her status, instead of giving her any face, he teased her, and this made her quite annoyed and angry.

Camille Rhodes moved right up to Carson Flores: "Do you really think I, Camille Rhodes, can be kissed or touched by just anyone?"

Carson Flores’ lips curled slightly: "Of course not. But I kissed and touched with my own skills, is there a problem with that?"

Camille Rhodes was dumbfounded and momentarily lost for words.

God, kissed by showing off skills!

With such a response, how could I even argue?

Camille Rhodes gritted her teeth, quite suddenly turned around, and straddled Carson Flores’ lap, grabbing his lapel and huffed, "Even if there’s kissing to be done, it has to be me initiating it!"

Carson Flores smiled indifferently: "I’ve already kissed and touched, what can you do about it? Surely you can’t chop off my hand. Or maybe, should I let you kiss and touch back?"

Camille Rhodes was completely surprised that Carson Flores would play dirty like this, and scoffed, "You think I wouldn’t dare?"

Carson Flores stood his ground, puffed out his chest, and even tilted his face upward: "Come on then, I won’t resist."

Camille Rhodes glared venomously at Carson Flores, who met her gaze without backing down.

Suddenly, Camille Rhodes took out her phone, turned on the camera mode, raised it, and then kissed him straight on, pressing the camera button at the same time.

"Click!"

On the phone screen, the photo of Camille Rhodes sitting on Carson Flores and kissing him was captured.

Carson Flores didn’t stop Camille Rhodes from taking the picture, but instead said with a smile, "What, are you planning to send this picture to Shirley Miller?"

Camille Rhodes sneered, "What, are you scared? You had an explanation for our last meeting, what about now? How will you explain this?"

Carson Flores sighed, "You’re at least a rich heiress. To take revenge on me, would you damage your own reputation?"

Camille Rhodes snorted: "After all, you’ve already kissed and touched before. I don’t care about doing it one more time; if it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t mind suffering a bit more."

Carson Flores shook his head and chuckled, "Just a kissing photo is probably not enough. After all, anyone can see that you climbed on top of me and initiated the kiss. It’s not very convincing, is it? How about this: we book a room, and I cooperate with you, we pose in more thrilling ways, do things that are even more irrefutable, so you can nail me dead in front of my wife?"

Camille Rhodes sneered, "Keep being tough, but do you believe I’ll send the news to your wife right now? I have her phone number."

Carson Flores struck a casual pose and smiled, "Please, go ahead!"

Camille Rhodes looked into Carson Flores’ eyes for a few seconds before suddenly rolling off him, huffing, "Scumbag, don’t you care about making your wife sad?"

Carson Flores gave a slight smile: "I trust her intelligence. Besides, how many women truly care if a competent man flirts around outside, kicking up a fuss over it?"

Camille Rhodes looked at Carson Flores, who looked like a tough nut to crack, and suddenly laughed: "Not bad, I thought you would be afraid of your wife. It seems my photo trick isn’t very effective after all, and now I’ve kissed you again. Isn’t that a huge loss for me?"

Carson Flores pursed his lips: "It was you who kissed me; I’m the one at a loss here. Don’t act like someone’s dying to kiss you."

Camille Rhodes was so infuriated by Carson Flores’ remark that she clenched her teeth. This guy was so handsome, yet he was also such a tough cookie to crack!

All this kissing back and forth, did I just disadvantage myself for nothing?