You were bouncing in your seat anxiously as the afternoon slowly approached. Scrolling through unread emails to pass the time. Your eyes kept glancing at the time and you mentally scolded yourself.

"Oh my God stop it" you chided.

You weren't going to make it through your session with Namjoon at this rate. He hadn't really said much to you the whole day, knowing he was most likely busy with his music. You were annoyed at how you were missing his attention.

Pressing your index finger to the home button on your phone, the most recent texts between you and Namjoon lit up the screen.

💬Joonie:
Good Morning beautiful

You blush and shake your head at the picture.
The door to your office creaks and lock your phone immediately. But it's only your assistant Sulli.

"Ms.Song?"

"Yes! Sulli comes in" you smile warmly at her. The petite hound woman bows respectfully into your office and hands you a stack of envelopes.

"Your mail Ms.Song" she squeaks.

You reach for the mail and give her another nod and smile before she turns to scurry from your sight.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" A familiar voice says quietly from the door.

Namjoons wide hand is braced on Sulli's shoulder from the impact of his body as they bumped into each other. He flashes an apologetic smile, putting his dimples on full display.

Sulli blushes and disappears beyond the office door, making Namjoon frown.

"He has the same effect on me girl..." you say to yourself, grunting softly in amusement.

"Hey" Namjoon breathes out, his deep voice like honey.

"Hello, Mr. Kim" you respond in a no-nonsense tone.

You stand from your seat and Namjoon gulps at the sight of your bare legs beneath the hem of his favorite skirt. Gold zippers hug at your hips and trail down the thin tight grey fabric. You wore a wispy white button-up blouse and your hair pulled back from your face.

A mischievous grin spreads across Namjoons face as you approach him, now standing near the couch.

"Mr. Kim? So formal..." Namjoon steps in as if he is about to embrace you, but his arms rested at his sides. He smelled amazing, his usual scent of warm vanilla and masculinity.

"I do not know what you mean Mr.Kim. I address all of my clients this way unless they wish to be called something else." You respond, looking up through your lashes. You weren't aware of it at that moment, but you had just initiated the most intriguing game for Namjoon and he was more than prepared to play.

"You're very early by the way" you add before sitting down in your armchair.

"Really?" He tilts his head in amusement. You could feel his eyes lingering on your plunging neckline before he moves to sit across from you. Suddenly you become nervous. He was so fucking gorgeous and you couldn't stand it. Your inner thighs tingle and you remind yourself to not press them together because you knew he would notice, especially now in this skirt.

"Yes but that's fine. We can get started." You shift in your seat and Namjoon smirks.
Asshole

He knew that you expected him to be all business, but the glint in his cat-like eyes screamed a more salacious intent.

He sat across from you, his knees spread wide. The sky blue denim strained against his large thighs as they flexed slightly. Your eyes travel up the seams of his jeans and he revels under your gaze. Namjoon tilts his head to the side and lifts an eyebrow.

"Dr.Song.." he mewls.

Your eyes snap up to his beautiful face and smile sweetly.

"Shall we?" He gestures towards your notepad.

You clear your throat before nodding. Your entire body tingled as the blush rose to the surface and you swiped an imaginary strand behind your ear. It was a nervous habit.

"Why are you nervous," you ask yourself as you adjust in your seat once more before speaking.

"Of course Mr.Kim. How was your week?"

"It's been ok. Pretty dull honestly. My weekend though, that was amazing." Namjoon looks away as he speaks, smiling when he mentions his weekend.

"What happened over the weekend?" You remain monotonous despite the heat gathering behind your ears as you anticipated his answer.

"Well, I had my performance for one. That was exhilarating. Then I did some networking. I met a couple of artists that I plan on doing some stuff with in the future."

You nodded and scribbled mindlessly as he spoke.

"..oh I did some painting. " finishes plainly.

You nearly press your pen straight through the notepad.

"Painting? Really?..Of what?" You stammer out.

"An experience. I think I captured the essence of the moment perfectly this time too. I say my best work yet.." Namjoon leans back cockily and smirks.

He was challenging you, trying to divert from the path you had agreed to take beforehand.

"The best? Wow, it must have been some experience." You lean back as well, abandoning your notepad on the table beside you.

Namjoon took note of your indifference and continued to sneer confidently.

"Well, it was something I had been thinking about doing for a while now. I'm just glad the opportunity finally came. Multiple times. " Namjoons deep sultry voice hitched as he enunciated the words in a way only you'd understand. His underlying tone was speaking to something deep inside of you and it purred in agreement.

"Wow, that sounds great. Were you left fulfilled by your experience?" You continue, staring boldly into his eyes. You bounced your crossed leg slightly, bringing Namjoons's attention to your nude pumps.

You could feel his eyes gliding up your long leg to the shadow just before your lap underneath the grey fabric of your skirt.

"Fulfilled?" He says without taking his eyes off of your bare thighs.

"Yes fulfilled. Would you say that your experience gave you the satisfaction that you sought ?" You tilt your head and lift your brow to mirror him.

You lift your crossed leg over and away from the leg underneath, planting both heels on the carpet. The small shadowed gap disappears and your thighs press together under your skirt sneakily before you shift to cross your legs again. Namjoons lips part slightly.

"I uhm.." Namjoon coughs.

"I would say that I was. And I wasn't the only one fulfilled by it ...I'm hoping" he bites his lip before leaning up to rest his elbows on his knees. His eyes widened and looked to you in expectance.

You exhaled at the sight of his bold brown eyes and full lips. You wanted so badly to just run your teeth over the pouty pink flesh. Want to taste his smile against your mouth. Want to rub your fingers through his tousled blonde tresses.

There was no point in acting as if his presence alone didn't activate you.

"Well...how could you be sure of that? " you ask.

Namjoon lifts both of his brows and shrugs.

"Well, I'd love to try at it again to prove it." Namjoon narrows his eyes.

There it was again.

The challenge.

The distraction.

You slowly spread your legs enough for the zippers pressing against your thighs to retreat upwards towards your hips. The skirt lays limp against your warm and moistening lap.

Namjoon doesn't move or react, only continuing to stare.

"When do you think that would be possible?" You lean up.

Two could play at this game. Your thighs begin to part and the heat escapes.
You wanted him.

The few days you hadn't been in his presence were more torturous than necessary. The dreams stopped, as if since having the real thing your imagination didn't do it any justice.

Namjoons bottom lip slips under his teeth, his hands that rested under his chin now formed into fists.

You look towards your office door, which was unlocked, Namjoon follows your gaze.

"Expecting someone to come through that door anytime soon?" He says, his voice low and dry as if he were parched.

You shake your head and bite your lip. Though you didn't expect anyone, Sulli was only a few meters away. She rarely interrupted your sessions unless there was something urgent, which she usually just called in first.

Namjoon scoots to the edge of the couch and reaches for your bare knees but hesitates.

"Are you sure? I know you wanted to be all business today. But......" his cool hands make contact with your legs and his fingers slide up and underneath the fabric of your skirt.
You flinch only at his cold touch but he soon matches the temperature of the heat building up between your thighs.

Now on his knees in front of your chair, positioned between your legs with his wide hands gripping the top of your thighs, Namjoon inhales shortly before leaning in to rub his nose against yours.

"I think we both know...any bit of professionalism has gone straight out the window at this point" he finishes. You want to lean forward and taste him. All of him.
Suddenly an idea sparks in your mind.
With one final look towards your closed office door, you lean back from Namjoon and place your hand on his chest to push him away.

"Stand up. Unzip your pants" you command, eyes sparkling mischievously.