11

The next morning, Valentina arrived at Yoongi's office with an air of professionalism that belied the events of the previous night. Her body still hummed with the memories of his touch, the gentle traces of ice on her skin, the intensity of their time together, but she pushed it aside as she focused on the tasks ahead. The atmosphere in the office was crisp and formal, a stark contrast to the dark, sensual pleasure Yoongi had introduced her to in his mansion.

Her small desk, strategically placed near his, gave her full view of his office and allowed seamless communication. As his secretary, she knew her role was critical—not just in managing his schedule but in being the buffer between Yoongi and the demands of his high-profile position as CEO. She was already busy arranging his meetings, compiling reports, and sending out important emails. The steady click of her keyboard filled the room, and she occasionally glanced up at Yoongi, who sat behind his large mahogany desk, reviewing documents with a laser-sharp focus.

Despite the intense night they had shared, Valentina felt a sense of pride in how seamlessly she had transitioned into work mode. She had dressed with purpose this morning: a tailored black blazer over a deep blue blouse, paired with a pencil skirt that hugged her curves. It was bold yet professional, exactly how she wanted to present herself. Her long hair was tied back into a sleek ponytail, accentuating the sharp angles of her face and drawing attention to the confidence she exuded.

Yoongi, for his part, couldn't help but admire her. His dark eyes trailed over her figure every now and then, though he remained composed. She was impressive—not just for how well she had handled the intimacy they shared, but for how seamlessly she shifted into her professional role. It was clear she took her job seriously, which pleased him.

Around mid-morning, Yoongi called her into his office. "Valentina," his voice carried an authoritative tone, the same tone that still sent shivers down her spine despite the professionalism of their setting. "Bring me the financial reports from last quarter. I want to review them before the meeting with the board this afternoon."

"Right away, Mr. Min," Valentina replied, standing up from her desk. She quickly retrieved the files he needed, walking toward his office with a steady step, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. When she entered, Yoongi looked up from his work, his gaze intense as always.

As she placed the documents on his desk, she noticed his eyes lingering on her face, then trailing down to the slight redness along her neck—a subtle mark from the previous night’s session. The corner of his mouth twitched in satisfaction, but he remained composed.

"You look well-rested," he said, his voice low. There was a knowing glint in his eyes as if reminding her of what they had shared, but his expression remained unreadable to anyone else.

Valentina felt heat rise to her cheeks at his subtle tease but held her ground. She couldn't let his words or the memory of his touch distract her from the task at hand. "I made sure to get enough sleep, Mr. Min," she responded, her voice steady. "I wanted to be at my best today."

Yoongi nodded approvingly, flipping through the pages of the report she had given him. His attention briefly returned to the papers, but Valentina could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface. It was an unspoken connection between them, one they both acknowledged but neither let interfere with their professional roles.

"You’ve done excellent work this morning," he said after a pause. "Everything has been prepared exactly as I expected. You’ve handled the workload well, especially considering your additional responsibilities."

"Thank you, Mr. Min," Valentina said, standing straight, her posture perfect. "I’m here to make sure everything runs smoothly for you."

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest as he regarded her for a long moment. "Last night," he began, his voice lower now, "you showed me your commitment to our arrangement. It’s rare to find someone who can balance both worlds so effortlessly. You impressed me."

Valentina’s heart skipped a beat, his words sending a flush of pride through her. She met his gaze, seeing the depth of his approval there. "I’m glad to hear that, sir," she replied. "I intend to meet all your expectations—both professionally and personally."

"Good," he said, his tone final but filled with promise. "That’s what I expect from you."

With that, Yoongi dismissed her back to her desk. As she returned to her workspace, Valentina couldn't help but feel the weight of his words. The duality of her role as both his secretary and his submissive was clear, but she thrived in it. Her dedication to the job—and to him—was unwavering.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of phone calls and scheduled meetings. Valentina was constantly on her feet, ensuring that everything was perfectly aligned for Yoongi’s afternoon board meeting. The small desk space near his office had become her command center. Despite the intensity of the workload, she never faltered. She responded to emails quickly, rescheduled appointments with precision, and dealt with executives and managers alike with the same calm professionalism.

Around noon, Yoongi’s door opened, and he called her in again. This time, she noticed the subtle shift in his energy. There was something in his posture—leaning slightly forward in his chair, his hands folded on the desk—that signaled he was more relaxed than before. He had taken off his jacket, revealing the crisp white shirt beneath, sleeves rolled up just enough to showcase his strong forearms.

"Have a seat, Valentina," he said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk.

She sat down, crossing her legs carefully, aware of the sudden tension in the air. Yoongi leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers.

"How are you feeling after last night?" His voice was calm, but there was a weight behind his words, a quiet intensity that made her heart race.

Valentina took a moment to gather her thoughts, reminding herself that she had to maintain her professionalism. "I’m fine, Mr. Min," she replied. "I’m focused on work."

His lips twitched again, that faint ghost of a smile that never fully revealed itself. "Good. You handled yourself well."

He paused, letting the silence stretch between them before he continued. "Tonight, I expect you back at the house. We’ll review the next phase of our arrangement."

Valentina nodded, trying to keep her composure even as a thrill shot through her. "I understand. I’ll be there."

Yoongi regarded her for a long moment before leaning back in his chair, seemingly satisfied with her response. "I’m looking forward to it."

Valentina returned to her desk, her mind already spinning with the possibilities of what the night might bring. She had read through every page of the contract carefully, but nothing could have prepared her for how quickly Yoongi moved through the stages of their agreement. He was methodical, deliberate—just like in his work.

As the afternoon wore on, Valentina continued her tasks, her hands flying over the keyboard as she typed up reports and sent reminders to Yoongi’s team. Every now and then, she would catch his gaze lingering on her from across the room, and a shiver would run down her spine, knowing what lay ahead for them.

By the time the day ended, Yoongi had completed his meetings and was preparing to leave the office. Valentina packed up her things, her mind already shifting to the night ahead. She knew Yoongi had plans for her, and whatever they were, she was ready.

As she stepped into the elevator beside him, their eyes met briefly, a silent understanding passing between them. The boundaries of their workday were clear, but once they stepped outside the office, the dynamic would change. Valentina took a deep breath, knowing that she was about to enter a different world with Yoongi once again.

And she couldn’t wait.

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