He turns around to get out of the room and finally leaves me alone.

I'm a bit curious, and I have to admit that I want to rummage through his stuff, but what if he has some cameras in his office? That would not even be surprising.

I try to stay still, but my eyes wander around the room, searching for the thermostat. As soon as I notice it in a far corner close to the sofa on which the man was, I take a deep breath and rise from my chair to get to the device.

I do not know how this works, so I first check the numbers, then just do what seems to be logic to me, turning it and choosing the temperature I want, before getting back to my seat.

Luckily, he's taking a long time to return with a glass of water, giving me the chance to avoid getting caught. I just hope there aren't any cameras, otherwise, I will look pretty dumb.

As I clear my throat and lay the tip of my pen on the sheet of paper, he comes in. My eyes always attracted to his body like a magnet, I watch him closing the door. He holds the glass in his veiny hand, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to reveal his masculine forearms out of which his veins are jutting.

I gulp the rest of saliva my body had in stock and make eye contact with him once he turns towards me. He he runs his fingers through his hair and comes to place the drink down on the desk. "Here it is," he serves me without glancing away, and instead of going back to his sofa, he stays here and bends over before me.

"Thank you..." I take the glass with some apprehension, wondering why he is standing here.

I still take a sip of the fresh and cold water while being stared at and then leave the glass on the flat surface. "Why didn't you eat at the break like I told you earlier?" he brings this up again when this was not necessary at all.

"Because..." I give him the best answer I got. "Is it legal what you're doing with me right now?" I stop my actions and glance up at him, his eyes making a beeline for mine once I speak again and oblige him to not get drawn to my cleavage anymore.

"Well, if we take into consideration that I'm paying you, that's up to you to decide whether it's legal or not. The door is open; you can leave if you want. I'm not holding you back," he raises his hand up towards it as his expression is exuding sheer amusement and confidence.

He is aware that I enjoy being in this place. That's the worst about it.

"Well...how much am I going to be paid for one hour?" I don't get out of here right away, negotiating and thinking about the outcome of this not unpleasant work. "Fifty dollars."

I almost choke to the sound of this, feeling the scam and also the pleasure he's taking in. "Fifty dollars..." I repeat and look away, avoiding the tall man and the opening of his loosened dress shirt right under my nose.

"I don't want to be sued for any type of made-up bullshit. So, I give you the right to leave," he becomes serious and straightens up, giving me the freedom of choice and complicating the situation for me.

"Alright," I let my answer run away and gaze up into his intimidating eyes. "I stay and work."

"You'll work for two hours only, but I'll triple the amount per hour," he says, walking away with his hands in his tight pants. He grabs a chair to come up to me and sit right at the other side of the desk for us to be face to face.

I ignore him and his veiny hands. Now that we're square, I focus down on my work and close one button of my shirt to make sure his eyes don't let his brain and body revel in the view.

"So..." his manly voice reverberates through the room when all I wanted to hear was silence. "You're staying here with me only because I pay you?"

"Yes, I'm staying here because I'm working and getting paid. That's it." I clear my throat as I feel a jolt of nervousness course through my veins, knowing the meaning of his words more than he could even imagine. "I'm not doing this with pleasure. I'm just earning money in an appropriate way."

"Appropriate? What do you mean by that?" he asks to know more about what I tried to say without going too far in my terms, and I glance up at him with some annoyance. "Nothing. Can I just work in peace?"

"Sure, Miss," he pronounces with some smugness in his tone, one of his eyebrows raising for a brief moment, giving him an even more arrogant look. I keep my sigh inside my lungs and just work on my files.

I cannot believe he's going to spend his whole time here, staring at me.

•••

9 pm.

"You got all your stuff?" he makes sure I have not forgotten as I am now about to head out of this place, and once I nod, he tucks his hand in his pocket to turn his back to me. An 'alright' escapes his mouth as he leads us outside of his office.

I cannot help myself but take a look at the prominent veins on his arm and hand as he's holding his bag and opening the door.

Why does it turn me on so much?

"Come to work two hours later tomorrow," his voice brings me back to reality as he steps back to let me go first. However, I hesitate to leave immediately. "Two hours? But I'm going to lose money."

"With the money you've earned in only two hours today, you got enough to compensate the ones you'll take to sleep tomorrow," he gestures me to leave the room.

Since I cannot retort, I move forth and both lead us out of here for him to lock the door. "If you come in the morning against my permission, I'll force you to leave earlier or not pay you like I should. Understood?" his figure suddenly appears right by my side, his eyes staring into mine as if he wanted to take my soul out.

"Yeah..." I nod, "Understood," then walk towards the elevator. He does not let me separate us but follows me from very close, standing next to me with one hand in a pocket of his trousers.

I keep quiet and look in front of me to not get caught checking him out.

The sound of the elevator doors opening startles me. He waits for me to step in and then follows. Now, we are both alone. I hope the elevator will not get stuck like in the movies; otherwise, I might panic.

Thinking and talking to myself in my head, my eyes land on Mister Jeon. His body turns to the side to lean on the wall, and his gaze meets mine when I did not want it to, obliging me to glance away.

"Tch..." a mocking sound runs out of his mouth, my attention drifting back towards him as I felt my body heat up. He maintains eye contact with intimidating confidence while grinning. "Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not..." I deny the facts and lower my eyes down to his lips, observing them bounce onto each other when he pronounces some words. "Ugh. I have your face in full sight, and your cheeks are all red. Are you still gonna pretend you're not?"

"No..." I bite on my bottom lip and pray for us to have gotten to the first floor already. Suddenly, as my eyes dart to the descending numbers on the small screen, he approaches me.

I watch him come closer, and without even realizing my actions, I end up stuck between the wall and his body. His torso facing mine, his arms guard my body as his hands grip the bar against which my butt is squeezed.

Despite the undeniable nervousness I feel, I look up into his dark eyes. His legs moving forth one at a time to squeeze me even more against the hard surface. What exactly is he trying to do?

He keeps playing with me and tilts his head to the side, getting closer with his lips. His breathing hits my hot skin. His teeth clamp onto his tempting lips, and he moves forth. He grazes my cheek with them and whispers in my ear, "How does that feel inside now?"

Tingles. Everywhere. That's what I feel but cannot reveal.

I bite my lips and close my eyes, the shivers spreading down my back. "Does that feel good?" he deepens his voice right into my ear, the vibration jolting my veins. My body tenses up at the feeling of his fit one keeping me against the wall.

"You said it yourself, you like that. Hm?" he emits a profound sound and exhales heavily, weakening me without a single touch.

At the sound of the doors opening, I open my eyes, and he steps back.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Han," his voice resounds with amusement. "I love the lipstick you're wearing," his sentence covers my skin with goosebumps, and he goes out of the elevator as my legs are now shaking.

What was he referring to with 'You said it yourself'?

— Next day —

March 4th, 2024.

9:20 am.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

I press my finger down on my office phone, asking for my secretary.

She quickly answers my call, and I promptly convey my request to her, not wasting any time. "I would like you to bring Miss Han to my office, please."

"Miss Han?" she pronounces with a hint of concern in her voice. "Mister, she hasn't clocked in yet."

"What?" I frown and sit up straight in my chair, displeased by the unexpected news. "I'm sorry Mister Jeon, but Miss Han hasn't arrived yet, and she hasn't called either."

"Do you have her phone number?" I make a quick decision, knowing what I'm going to do in this case. This is the first time that she doesn't arrive on time, and she should have been here twenty minutes ago; something is wrong. "Yes, I do."

"Call her until she answers," I hang up and roll my chair closer to the desk, open my laptop, and immediately check my emails. What is this woman doing?

"Mister Jeon?!" the one I asked for knocks on my door, so I let her in but stand from my chair. "M—Mister Jeon...I'm so sorry for being so late. I..." she pants for air, her cleavage exposing her chest going up and down at warp speed.

I put my hands in my pockets and listen, enjoying the sight of her in this state.

She flattens one of her shaking hands on her breasts. I smile to myself and wait for her to speak the way she has to.

"Mister Jeon...I apologize for being late...I forgot to set an alarm...for this hour..." she bites her red lips in the most discreet manner, averting her gorgeous eyes from mine. I raise my eyebrows but peek down at the light layer of sweat that covers her neck.

Her red lips, her sweat, and heavy breathing. All are reunited for my brain to just picture something so lewd.

"Is that your excuse?" I pretend to be mad about it, keeping a straight face on. "I...This is the truth, Mister Jeon..." she stutters, her lips trembling with nerves.

She has no idea how much of a turn-on it is for me, knowing what she likes and using it to make her lose control of her own body.

"And you think I'm gonna be lenient with you because you forgot to set an alarm?" I step to the left to reach my desk, grabbing some tissues as she's still burning from the inside. "No...I'm sorry, Mister Jeon...This won't happen again."

I pass my tongue over my lips and head back towards her with the soft paper. I make eye contact and look down at her sweaty neck once I reach her.

I gently lift my hand up, her chest swiftly rising and losing in volume as a hard gulp went down her throat. I wipe the little amount of wetness over her skin, making sure not to touch her where I would not have the right to. "You didn't respect the rules I established once again," I sigh and put this forth one more time, bringing a lot of fear into her body with a simple, unclear sentence that could make her apprehend the outcome of her mistakes.

She doesn't speak as I run the tissue over the other side of her neck, and I subtly slide it down once I'm done. I dive my eyes into her shy ones but smile at the sight of her red cheeks. "You can go," I don't say more. I go back on my steps to stroll to my desk and throw the tissues in the small trash can full of papers.

"W—Why did you call for me, Mister Jeon...?" she doesn't listen to my words as I sat down on my desk chair, raising my eyes up to hers and getting comfy in my seat. "Because I wanted to see you. Now that I did, you can go."

"Okay..." she nods with some confusion and intertwines her hands in the back of her body. "You'll work with me in this office for one hour later today," I inform her, observing her as she starts to leave but then pauses to glance at me. "You'll be paid," I don't even let her speak about it, knowing what will make her stay with me.

"Why are you paying me?" she leaves the door slightly ajar, unaware of my desire for discretion regarding our interactions. "Go out and don't talk about it with any of your colleagues."

She exhales a bit heavily but gives me a nod. She walks out and closes the door behind her.

With a constant smile, I rest my elbow on the chair's armrest, replaying the images of her sweating and struggling to breathe in my mind. I fiddle with my lips but heave a sigh, realizing how obsessed I am with her.

•••

12 pm.

"I swear, Yoojin. He looked at me and scanned my entire body with his gorgeous eyes!" one of my employees speaks about me without knowing I'm hearing and seeing everything.

I am seated, observing the cafeteria and its occupants through the CCTV cameras.

"Shut up, he likes me. Not you," she grumbles like a thirsty girl, both of them believing that I could get interested in such worthless women who have nothing other than a body to offer.

I chuckle through my sigh but focus on my favorite employee, watching her silently fill her cup with some coffee.

"Miss Han, I think there's a stain on the back of your skirt," Yoonjin, who never wants to leave her alone, hits the man by her side, gesturing to him with a disgusting smile to get closer to the woman he better not touch.

I check her skirt to see if there's indeed something but do not notice any stain at all. However, the guy who got near her empties his cup of coffee to put it down on the kitchen counter. "What...?" she turns around with her cup in her hand, but the guy slowly steps forth.

"There," he moves his hand towards her to run it down her back, and he grabs her butt, creating a wave of powerful wrath inside of me.

Against all expectation, she throws her coffee at him, making him retreat and gasp. "You bitch!" he yells, wiping the hot liquid from his eyes.

My eyes widen once I witness his hand hit her face. I straighten up and propel my chair in the wall behind me to stomp towards my door and rush out. I slam the door behind me and head straight to the small cafeteria as quickly as possible.

Their voice echoing through the place as I head closer, I open the door of the room without thinking twice or hesitating. As my eyes filled with fury land on the man who dared touch her, my jaw clenches, and everyone in the room looks at me.

"What did you just do?" I hold back from beating the hell out of him, my breathing hastening as I can feel the rush of blood going through my head. ""Sir..." he clears his throat and glances down as I couldn't avoid seeing the mark on y/n's cheek left by the his hand.

"You get out of here right now and make your way to my office," I point my finger in the direction he has to take if he doesn't want to die on his spot.

I never avert my eyes from him as he walks out of the room, then as soon as he is gone, I turn my attention solely to y/n. "Miss Han, come here," I call her, not showing or expressing any kind of sternness after what just happened. She keeps her head down but walks up to me with her hands intertwined in the front of her body. I bring her out of here and head to her office all alone.