Taehyung's pov

It was only day two, but I already loved my new job. It had rekindled something inside of me that I hadn't felt in a long time. I hadn't even realized it was missing until now. Passion.

I'd spent all morning in a marketing think tank session listening to the group come up with ideas. These people fed off of each other-building off each other's thoughts to come up with the best single idea, rather than competing with one another. Since I was new, I listened more than I spoke.

We'd returned from lunch, and Jae-sung was standing at the whiteboard, scribbling random words that people called out, when Jungkook slipped into the back of the room. He stood quietly, observing. There were two empty seats in the room. One was next to me. After a few minutes, Jungkook silently walked up the side of the room and slipped into the seat to my right. We exchanged a sidelong glance, and then Jae stepped away from what he'd been writing and cleared his throat.

What do consumers want? he'd written on the whiteboard in big, black letters.

"Consumers here include both women and men who has a slight of feminine side of them than any other ones.that is bottoms... They are our target audience If we're going to sell them a product, let's start at the very beginning." He pointed to easels set up on both sides of the room. "We're going to split up into two teams. There are two whiteboards. Let's make this interesting, shall we? All the bottoms work together on the right side of the room, and all the tops work together on the left. I want a minimum of five wants on each of your lists. More is fine. I'll be the scrivener for the top." He looked to Jungkook, who offered a single nod. "Jungkook will be the scrivener for the bottoms."

Jungkook leaned over to me and whispered, "You smell incredible-like the beach in the summer." He breathed in deep through his nose.

I shook my head, but whispered back, "Thank you." Then I pointed to my watch.

"Inappropriate during the work day."

After the room had been rearranged and everyone was comfortable in their new seats, Jungkook suggested each of us take five minutes to make our own list, and then we could see what the group collectively came up with.

He tried to peek at mine a few times, but I covered my notepad and grinned. After everyone's pens had slowed, Jungkook stood, swiped the marker from the tray, opened it, and scribbled What bottoms want with a thick slash underlining it.

"Of course, I already know the answer to this one, but since I'm the facilitator, I'll let each one of you take your best shot." He smiled playfully, and there was that damn little dimple again.

Go away! You're like kryptonite to my brain.

At first, the wants being tossed around were typical-money, love, security, adventure, health, beauty, fun, simplicity.

Jungkook looked over and tried to read my list upside down.

"What do you want, Taehyung? Anything left on your list?" I nibbled on my bottom lip as I looked down at my notepad.

"Recognition, safety, power, family." Checking off as I went, I found one left. I hesitated, but then looked up and said, "Orgasms."

Pointing to love on the whiteboard, Jungkook asked, "Are orgasms not covered here?"

I tilted my head. "The two aren't mutually inclusive to most of us, believe it or not."

"Fair enough." Jungkook added orgasms to our list. Of course, he made it twice the size of the other wants.

"Power? What does that mean? As in strength?"

"No, meaning the ability to influence the behavior of others."

"In order for you to have power, you need to strip it from the others you're going to influence? So you want to be a dictator?

"No. You're taking the concept of power to an extreme. A dictator rules by force and oppression. Women or bottom mens want to rule by influence. We like a softer touch."

"I don't think bottoms want the power in everything."

Abbey, one of the brand managers, cackled at Jungkook's statement. "That's because you're a top."

"let's be honest with ourselves. There are times when a bottom wants to cede control to a top." Jungkook pointed to the big O in orgasm. "In the bedroom. A lot of bottoms like a dominant lover."

Some men and women mumbled and shook their heads, but I spoke up. "That's true, but we still want to hold the power there. It's the sub who decides when it's time to have sex in a relationship. It's our influence that controls whether the act happens or not. Even in a true dominant-submissive relationship, when a woman or a man is submissive to their male partner, she or he still holds the power even as he/she's being paddled. They have a safe word, and that gives them all the control. they have the power and influence even from the physically submissive position."

I was mindlessly twisting one of my bracelets, a nervous habit I had, and when I looked up, I found Jungkook staring at my wrists. He cleared his throat and capped the marker abruptly.

"Good work, everyone. I think our list is complete. Gotta run to an afternoon appointment. I'm looking forward to seeing which want will be the center of our rebranding campaign."

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It was after eight, I didn't hear Jungkook coming down the hall until he was in my doorway.

"Fourteen hours a day. You're even making me look bad."

He had changed out of his suit and into running shorts and a T-shirt. God, his thighs are thick and muscular.

Jungkook's eyes traced my neckline. I felt a flutter in my belly at the way he seemed to be unable to stop staring.

"So what was the consensus today?" he asked. "The strategy for the rebranding campaign? What does our consumer want?"

"We're not there yet. We've narrowed it down to three, and we're going to map out ideas for them and see which takes us in the right direction."

"Which three?"

"Power, adventure, and orgasms."

"Well, we know those three combined did well for those Fifty Shades books."

"This is true."

He tilted his head. "You read those?"

"I did."

"And?"

"Loved them. One can love a fantasy."

His eyes never left mine. "It's after business hours, right?"

I looked down at my watch. "I'd say so."

"You into that sort of thing?"

The color on my face answered the question. I avoided meeting his gaze as I stared down, twisting my bracelet. "I don't think so. But I've never actually tried it."

Forcing my eyes up to his, I asked, "How about you?"

"Not something I ever gave any thought to myself. But I could see the appeal of tying a woman or a man up, having him/her vulnerable before me-a certain element of power for both people, in a way."

His eyes fell to my throat when I swallowed.

"Maybe seeing my pink hand mark on his pale skin...on his ass, the inside of his thighs..." He paused, staring at my wrists. "Bound, a blindfold, maybe a toy or two."

"Thought you said you never gave any thought to it?"

"I didn't." He waited until our eyes locked. "Until today. Didn't get shit done thinking about your tiny little wrists and how much I look forward to seeing them tied to my headboard someday."

Just then, my cell started to buzz. I looked down, seeing the name, and my eyes flicked back and forth between Jungkook and my iPhone. He wasn't going to give me any privacy.

"Excuse me one second." I swiped and answered. "Hello?...Yes, I'm almost done. Why don't I meet you there?...Okay. See you in a half hour."

"Date?"

"I'm meeting Baek-hyun for drinks."

Jungkook's jaw tightened. He nodded.

"Have a good night, Bear."

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To be continued........

Well ..that was hot🙂