I knock on his door and enter the room once I hear his voice.

I notice him leaning on the front of his desk, his hands in the pockets of his tight grey checked trousers. He smiles at me.

"Good morning, Mister Jeon," I bow to him, lacking sincerity in my gesture of respect. "Good morning, Miss Han," his honeyed voice passes through my ears as my steps are bringing me closer to him at the rhythm of my heartbeat.

I keep my eyes directed down to the ground, lacking the confidence to look at him. Sexiness and wealth is what defines him in every way.

"Is that your work?" he places his hand over mine to have a hold on the papers. I keep calm as much as possible to answer him. "Yes," I stretch my arm out a little bit to give him everything, but he straightens up and skrinks the space between us.

His movement released his cologne into the air, teasing my senses with its alluring scent.

He gazes into my eyes, and once I glance away, he scrutinizes every little feature of mine while slowly taking the papers in his grip. He licks his lips and keeps his lip between his teeth to finally have a look at what I've worked on for long hours.

Patiently, but with tension in my veins, I wait for the results to be given. I'm not really sure if I want his opinion in all honesty because if it's bad, I know I will be disappointed with myself and be forced to do it again to please him.

I raise my eyes up to take a glimpse of his reaction and facial expression, but what I notice makes my blood freeze. He was already staring. I quickly look away, feeling a surge of panic as we both made eye contact.

I feel like fainting from the sensation that he brought into me, but I try not to think about it and fidget in my heels. Those heels I hate wearing but still do out of obligation.

"Alright," he breaks the silence. "How long did this take you?" he tucks one of his hands in his pocket. "I don't know exactly. Maybe four or five hours. I'm sorry, I can't tell."

He lays the pieces of paper down on his desk behind him and turns back towards me.

I feel a jolt as his slender finger lifts my chin, guiding my gaze to meet his. This provokes extreme nervousness once more, and I know I'm going to have to gather up all the strength inside of me to not collapse.

Each touch of his hand triggers thoughts of other potential uses for those fingers. They're so long, and his skin is so smooth and pretty; my hormones are just rushing through me.

"What have I told you already, Miss Han?" he deepens his low voice and takes all my soul out of my body with an intense and sharp stare.

I could have said, 'Too much,' but fear holds me back. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mister J—"

"Repeat the words I said yesterday when you were leaving my office," he remains firm as I rummage through my brain to find the memories. "You told me, 'Don't work at night'," I pronounce the words with a lot of doubt and unease.

I worry even more, 'What if I'm wrong?'

"Exactly," he pulls his hand down. "So can you explain to me why you worked after eight p.m.?"

'How does he know this?' my lips part out of shock.

"I...I had a lot of work to do, and I wanted to be sure that my sketches would be done for today, Mister Jeon..." I explain.

"This is the second time that you don't follow my orders. This better be the last," he steps back and walks around his desk to reach his rotating chair. "If this ever happens again, I'll be forced to take measures and act upon your behavior."

I listen passively, allowing his words to enter one ear and exit the other. "Understood, Miss Han?" he holds his hands together on the desk. "Yes, Mister Jeon. I promise this won't happen again," I bend over to apologize.

"Good. Thank you for your work. You can leave, but I'm telling you this one last time, and I won't repeat myself again," he stares at me with authority, tightening my muscles. "I don't ever want to see you leave your office after eight p.m. again unless you have my permission, or it's important."

"Alright, Mister Jeon," I nod my head in agreement.

He leans back on his cozy chair made of leather. "Have a nice day, Miss Han. And keep working well."

"Yes, I promise I will," I bend over again and speak, "Have a nice day as well, Mister Jeon," then step back and get to the door to leave the office.

I've never felt so tense before. What is he stirring in me? More troubling, how does he evoke such feelings with mere words and looks?

•••

1 pm.

"Mister Jeon?" I knock on his door for the second time today, being called again as if once wasn't enough. "Come in, Miss Han," he easily identifies me and allows me to enter, causing my body to react with heat as I step into his private office.

I look at him, though involuntarily, as he approaches swiftly, closing the distance between us. He tucks one hand in his trousers' pocket and with the other, loosens his tie, licking his lips while staring at me now that I stopped my path.

I feel my breath hitch as I nervously nibble on my inner cheek. When he tilts his head to the side, I avert my gaze. I'm slowly feeling myself hyperventilating for no good reason; he's affecting me way too seriously.

I only lay my eyes on his legs approaching my smaller one and speak out, in a wavering voice. "Why have you called me, Mister Jeon...?"

The sound of his strong breathing sends shivers down my spine, feeling my skin being covered in chills. "Have you eaten something like I told you at the break?" he responds with a firm tone, his deep voice consistently taking me by surprise whenever he speaks. "No."

"Can you remind me what I said earlier?" I witness his hands moving in his pockets, one of them sliding up to his belt as if he was fixing it, his veins throbbing. "I can't remember, Mister Jeon."

"Look into my eyes when you talk to me," he steps forth, so I muster my courage and lift my head, my heart racing, meeting his gaze despite the difficulty.

The eye contact lingers silently, my chest rising and losing in volume at warp speed, my cheeks blushing the more I'm melting in nervousness.

No words, he smirks at me and steps back. He grabs hold of his tie and removes it while heading to his desk. "Haven't I told you to not pass over this limit I established, otherwise I would be forced to take measures and act upon your disrespectful behavior?" he drops his fabric on the desk, making the temperature of my body rise in no time at all for me to even breathe. "I told you to eat at the break and stop working, but once again, you didn't listen."

"Mister J—" my words get cut off by a snapping of his fingers, his eyes darting to mine and freezing my blood. I stop breathing once he walks back to me while undoing the first buttons of his dress shirt. "You must enjoy disobeying your boss. Don't you? Nearly makes me feel like you're asking for a punishment, Miss Han."

Without having the time to talk or even move, he steps forward and obliges my body to go backwards. As I feel my back touch the wall behind me, I brace myself for whatever is to come next.

For a second, I froget how to breath.

He gives me one of the deepest gazes ever, entering my soul with his penetrating eyes. Those dark brown ones could kill. His cologneis to die for, and his aura could bring me down to my knees.

As I try to regulate my breathing, I avert my gaze to his neck where pulsating veins are visible.

His lips curl into a smirk, indicating his enjoyment of the situation, a sight that doesn't escape my notice. My heart cannot stop pounding hard into my chest, skipping beats and making it hard for me to not feel dizzy as if all this was unreal.

"Do you maybe like this?" he whispers and tilts his head, glancing down to my lips. I shoot my eyes up to his at the sound of this unbelievable question, setting me in confusion.

"You should be careful with the words you say around here," he stares at me with smugness, my veins burning my skin the more he destabilizes me with his eyes, voice, and towering height. "I won't let you leave your office today; I'll wait for you here at seven p.m.," he finally moves out of my personal space.

I'm unsure if this is a dream, but I feel unwell.

A little chortle escapes from him, his fingers running through his hair as he heads back to his chair. "Are you willing to stay with me, Miss Han?" he lands on his seat, raising his eyebrows briefly. He brings his hand up to his face and skims his bottom lip with the tip of his finger.

"No..." I collect myself and breathe out after what felt like an eternity spent suffocating. "I'm...I'm going back to work Mister Jeon," I bow to him to a low degree before rushing out of here as if it was worth my life.

I'm burning and can almost feel myself melt through the floor gradually. I cannot believe he did that, I must be having a good dream. This cannot be reality.

And what did he mean by 'You should be careful with the words you say around here'? Does he know I like his dominant side? How could he though? I only talked about this with Jaemin, who doesn't know anyone here. So what the hell happened?

•••

7 pm.

As told by my boss, I leave my office with all my stuff gathered into my bag, close the door, and head towards his office.

As I raise my shaky hand to knock on the door, I notice it opening before I can make a move. "Come in," he peeks at the people behind me, the neck of his dress shirt opened like it's never been before. I go in as he seems to be making sure his employees are not here, then he makes fast to close the door behind me.

That is as if he didn't want anyone to know I'm here.

It's pretty hot in here. Is he sensitive to cold, or does he enjoy sweating?

Whatever, once we are alone, he brushes past me and walks up to his desk. "Sit down here," he points at his chair.

I don't really say anything but comply and squeeze through the space between his body and the desk. I sit down on the seat as he stands right in front of me, my head at the level of his hips.

"Since you worked later than you were allowed to yesterday," he grabs my bag with his masculine hand and puts it down on the floor. "You're going to work today as well."

"But—"

"I'll pay you more," he cuts me off, turning his head in my direction to look down at me. "Work on what I gave you earlier and don't think about anything else."

"When will I have the right to leave?" I look up at him, feeling uncomfortable about our position. "When I'll be satisfied," he grins and walks to the left. He reaches his leather sofa placed right in front of the wall made of windows only.

At first, I cannot keep my eyes off of him, scanning him up and down. Once he sits down, he spreads his legs. I feel a strange attraction towards his physical strength and presence, but I know it's inappropriate to entertain such thoughts.

Quickly, I divert my gaze to the desk to avoid being caught observing him. "Do you...do this with all your female employees?" I peek up at him shyly, wondering if I'm just one among the others he brings to his office to have fun. He smirks at me to not change the habit and lays one hand on his thigh. "What would you want me to answer with?"

"The truth..." I reply. "Then no. I'm only giving a lesson to the one I thought was my best employee in here. Would you mind the opposite, though?"

"Why would I?" I sigh and do not pay attention to what he's saying, pretending not to care. "I would tend to think this might cause a little unpleasant feeling inside of you. But I might be wrong," he speaks with roguishness in his voice, provoking me and liking it as if I was just a toy to play with.

I keep quiet as my nonsense and lies must be easy to detect. I take hold of my bag and get my stuff out.

I do not even know why I'm listening and staying here like an obedient puppy. Maybe I like being here all alone with him but cannot admit it.

Anyway, I'm not feeling good in this heater; I'm sensitive to heat, so to try lowering the effect of this incommodious temperature, I take my jacket off and hang it on the back of the chair. I get ready to work on the sketches and ideas.

"Mister Jeon..." I clear my throat, unable to bear the heat anymore and disliking the unnecessary sweating while being idle. "Could you lower the heater? I'm really...it's really hot in here..."

"Well, I personally do not feel hot. It even almost feels cold," he fidgets in his spot, his legs moving. His hand remains on his thigh, his arm resting on the arm of the sofa as he is staring at me.

Cold in here? This must be a joke. It's definitely over 40°C; how could anyone consider this cold?

I open some buttons of my dress shirt without really thinking more about what I'm doing with my boss; I don't have another choice but to do it, so screw this.

After only some short seconds, the sound of the man leaving his sofa drives my eyes in his direction, fearing he could try to do something. I watch him head towards me and drop my curious eyes down to his pants.

I shouldn't be experiencing these emotions, but they persist.

"When will you get to work? Do I need to help you?" he bends over the desk, exposing the inside of his shirt, making me lose my mind at the well-drawn muscles visible underneath. I shoot my eyes up to prevent him from noticing, yet my cheeks flush even more. "I...I'm working. I just don't feel good with the heat."

"Hmm..." his hawk eyes go down to my cleavage briefly. "Do you want me to give you something to drink?" he lays his attention back on my eyes, not knowing what kind of mind I have. "A glass of water. Please..."

"Alright," he straightens up, slipping his veiny hands in his pockets. He turns around to get out of the room and finally leaves me alone.