Jungkook closed his eyes wearily and bowed his head, rubbing his neck. He felt like he was at university, only he couldn't afford to be bored with this lecture. "Sir, are you still here?" he looked up at the door.
Miss Assistant stood looking at him curiously, wearing short black jeans, a slightly wide black vest, her bag hanging over her shoulder, and running shoes in her hand. Her hair was raised high again on a disheveled ponytail. Jungkook thought "She looks like a teenager" and rubbed her stiff neck again. "Let me" she dropped her sneakers and bag on the ground and brought him closer. "I kept telling your father that this chair was uncomfortable to change, but who can hear me!" she clicked her tongue and walked past the desk. Jungkook frowned, wondering what she was up to. She walked behind the chair, and he fell back abruptly as the backrest came down. His eyes stared at her face. She leaned down and her hands slid over his shoulders, massaging his stiff muscles.
"I know it's probably hard for you to get used to, sir, but you shouldn't overdo it, otherwise instead of coffee, I'll have to give you medicine in the morning." she smiled slightly, avoiding his gaze. "And did you do that for my father, Miss Assistant?" he asked and she nodded slightly. "What else did you do for him?" he smirked.
"Nothing different from what I've been doing for you all day, sir" she replied. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, did his father really miss such a woman? "Is that all?" his hand slid over hers, and she looked at him in shock. Her face flushed, her fingers stopped moving and Jungkook enjoyed the tension between them.
"I have to go!" she tried to pull her hand away, but his fingers dug into her wrist and she moaned in slight pain. "So Miss Ice Assistant isn't that cold!" he stood up, spun around in his chair, the backrest lifted and slapped him in the back, forcing him to lean forward for a second. Too startled to react, Rina blinked as he tugged hard on her wrist and she leaned down, almost falling on top of him. "What ..." she gasped, but Jungkook wouldn't let her finish. His other hand slid down her neck and he pulled her roughly, pressing his lips to hers.
Rina muttered something in his mouth and quickly backed away. The slap startled them both, and Jungkook gritted his teeth. "Don't do it again, Miss Assistant!" he growled, standing up and grabbing both of her wrists and holding her close again. But when he leaned in for another kiss, she turned her head and her knee slammed into his groin. Jungkook abruptly let out the air he had held for the kiss, dropped her wrists, and bent over on his knees. "Little bitch!" he roared and glared at her. She ran, quickly picked up her sneakers and bag, and jumped out of his office, slamming the door shut. Jungkook squeezed his groin and tried to breathe calmly to reduce at least some of the pain. The muscles of his jaw played as the painful waves crashed deep into his abdomen.
But it wasn't the pain that made him angry, the little Miss's assistant had rejected him! Not only that, but she had allowed herself to hit him, twice!
Throughout his conscious life, Joen Jungkook was never, absolutely never, rejected or slapped by a woman! And this little bitch did both at once.

Rina bowed, avoiding his gaze to be sure, her eyes fixed on the toes of her shoes. Jungkook walked past her, said good morning, and walked into his office as if it hadn't happened last night, and there was no tension between the two.
She picked up her notebook and followed, but left the door open and Jungkook's eyebrow shot up as she stopped at least three paces from his desk, looking down at the open notebook. Her even voice began to chart his schedule for the day, and he leaned back in his chair, almost ready to burst out laughing.
Concluding her morning briefing, she closed her notebook, bowed briefly, and strode toward the door. "Miss Assistant?" she stopped but didn't turn. "Close the door" she nodded and started to leave. "I told you to close the door, not that you're free, Miss Assistant!" his low, throaty voice sent shivers down her spine and she took a deep breath, closing the door with a trembling hand. Rina didn't turn, but she heard the sound of a chair and his footsteps on the soft carpet. Her back tightened and she bit her lip. She had decided to act as if nothing had happened and to stay away from him, but if he wanted to touch on the subject, she would defend herself.
She shuddered as his hands slid past her face and rested against the door on either side of her. "Look at me, Miss Assistant!" his breath ruffled her hair and her breathing quickened. Her eyes darted to the door like a frightened animal searching for a way to escape. Rina felt her mind watching her from the side, her body refusing to obey, her pulse ringing in her ears like bells.
"I told you to turn around, Miss Assistant, and I hate to repeat myself!" Jungkook growled, and she had to turn around, but bowed her head to cover the blush on her cheeks. The scent of cologne, coffee, and tobacco enveloped her, and for a few seconds the thought that she had smelled nothing more masculine shot through her mind. "Look at me, Miss Assistant?" she swallowed, catching her breath, and slowly looked up, licking her parched lips.
Jungkook smirked arrogantly. She's not that brave now, is she? He leaned even lower, their noses almost touching, and her eyes widened in horror as his lips approached hers.
"Why are you blushing, Miss Assistant?" his hoarse voice made her skin itch and she swallowed again, blushing even more. "Could Miss Assistant have been thinking about her boss while she was spinning up in bed last night?" Jungkook asked mockingly and she shook her head, too sharp to lie to him. "Don't be ashamed, Miss Assistant, I've been thinking about you too, I have to admit I've" felt "you for a long time," Jungkook whispered into her lips, reminding her of the kick. Unlike her, Jungkook didn't try to lie. After catching another woman he happened to meet, he had fucked her until she cried, but he couldn't get the little bitch out of his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, her face rose and he could taste her lips.
"Please, sir ..." she tried to slip under his arm, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against the door, pressing his hips against hers. Her body trembled and her breath began to come out intermittently, scorching his lips.
Jungkook bit his lower lip and she moaned breathlessly, he smiled and the tip of his tongue slid along the line between her lips, Rina closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "You're free, Miss Assistant," she opened her eyes wide and blinked in confusion as he sat back behind his desk.
With a lump stuck in her throat, a trembling body, and a mad beating heart, she jumped out of his office and fled, hiding in the bathroom. She rested her hands on one of the sinks and stared at her reflection. Rina touched her lips lightly, trying to erase his scent from her mind, the sensation of his touch. Her fingers moved to her flushed cheeks. She let go of the water and sprayed her face.
"What's happening to me?" she whispered, staring in the mirror again, biting her lip.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Jungkook lowered his head and closed his eyes, feeling the hot excitement that gripped his body with each passing second as her flushed face, tongue licking her lips, sensation of her body, passed through his mind.
His fingers unzipped, and he cupped his cock, stroking it slowly while her face still passed through his closed eyes. His hand began to move faster and harder, and he growled, emptying in his hand.
Breathing heavily, he reached over and took a handkerchief from the box on his desk, swearing that the little Miss's assistant would pay for everything he had to endure.