Three

I knock on his door and enter the room once I hear his voice.

My eyes fall upon his figure leaned on the front of his desk, with his hands inside the

pockets of his tight grey checked trouser.

He smiles at me.

"Good morning Mister Jeon," I bow to him to show my respect but without any

sincerity.

"Good morning Miss Han," his honeyed voice passes through my ears as heart went crazy at the touch but I kept calm as much as possible to answer him.

"Yes," I stretch my arm out a little bit to give him everything but he straightens up

and creates a closeness between the both of us.

His movement made his cologne fly into the air to go tease my brain and heart at

the enticing scent he always has and which I cannot bear.

He gazes into my eyes but once I glance away, he just scrutinizes every little feature of mine while slowly taking the papers in his grip.

He licks his lips and keeps his tongue between his teeth to finally have a look at what I've worked on for long hours.

I patiently but with tension in my veins, wait for the results to be given by the man

standing right in front of me.

I'm not really sure if I want his opinion in all honesty because if it's bad I know I will be disappointed with myself and will be forced to do it again to please him.

I raise my eyes up to take a glimpse of his reaction and facial expression but what I

notice makes my blood freeze.

He was driving his eyes from my legs up to my breasts while biting his glossy and red lower lip.

I feel like fainting with the heat that

he brought into me but I just try not to think about it and stand on my heels.

Those heels I hate wearing but still do because of the "image" I have to give of our

company.

If I'm being honest with myself, this isn't the first time I catch him off guard observing more of my curves than he should, but do I really hate it?

"Alright," he breaks the silence.

"How long did this take you?" he tucks one of his hands in his pocket.

"I don't know precisely...maybe four or five hours...I'm sorry, I can't tell Mister Jeon."

He lays the pieces of paper down on his desk behind him and turns back towards

me.

I internally jump at the feeling of his slender finger under my chin to raise my

head up and make me stare at him.

This is provoking extreme nervousness once more and I know I'm going to have to gather up all the strength inside of me to not collapse.

Every time he touches me with his hand or just uses his fingers on something, I cannot help but think about how those fingers could work for another and better reason.

They're so long and his skin is so smooth and pretty.

'Too much' is what I could answer, but I'm too much of a coward. "I don't know what you're talking about Mister J—"

"Repeat the words I said yesterday when you were leaving my voice," he remains

firm while I'm rummaging through my brain to find the memories.

"You told me...'Don't work at night'..." you pronounce the words with a lot of doubt and unease. 'What if I'm wrong?' I stress myself even more.

"Exactly," he pulls his hand down. "So can you explain to me why you worked after

8 pm?"

'How does he know this?' my lips part out of shock. "I...I had a lot of work to do and

I wanted to be sure that my sketches would be done for today, Mister Jeon..."

"This is the second time that you don't follow my orders. You only have one chance left. This is a warning," he steps back and walks around his desk to reach his

rotating chair.

"If you pass over this limit I'll be forced to take measures and act upon your bad behavior."

"Good. Thank you for your work, you can leave but I'm telling you one last time and

I won't repeat myself again," he stares at me with sternness tightening my muscles.

"I don't want to see you leaving after 8 pm once more, unless you have my permission or that it's important."

"Alright, Mister Jeon."

He leans back on his cozy chair made of leather.

"Have a nice day Miss Han and

continue working well."

"Yes, I promise I will," I bend over again. "Have a nice day as well Mister Jeon," then step back and get to the door to leave.

I've never felt so uptight in my life, what is he provoking to me...? But worse, how is

he able to do such a thing with nothing else other than words and gazes?

•••

1pm

"Mister Jeon?" I knock on his door for the second time today, being called again as

if once wasn't enough.

"Come in Miss Han," he guesses who I am without any problem and let me in, for my body to already heat up once I join him .

My eyes landing on him but watching him against my will, walking up to me as we're

both reducing the distance separating us quite swiftly. He tucks one hand in his

trousers' pocket and with the other, loosens his tie, to lick his lips while staring at me now that I stopped my path.

My breathing now leaving my lungs, I nibble on my inner cheek but once he tilts his

head to the side, I lower my gaze. I'm slowly feeling myself hyperventilating without

any good reason, he's aftecting me way too seriously.

I only lay my eyes on his long legs approaching my smaller one but speak out, in a wavering voice. "Why have you called me, Mister Jeon...?"

"Can you remind me what I said earlier?" I witness his hands moving in his pockets,

for one of them to slide up to his belt as if he was fixing it, while the veins of his

throbbing are getting my mouth to be dry. "I can't remember...Mister Jeon..."

"Look into my eyes when you talk to me," he steps forth for his breathing to be felt

brushing my hair, so I gather all my courage up and raise my head up with a pounding heart, for my eyes to set into his no matter how hard this is.

The eye contact lingers silently, my chest rising and losing in volume at warp speed,

my cheeks blushing the more I'm melting in nervousness.

No words, he smirks at me with his thin glossy lips but steps back, to grab hold of his tie and remove it while heading to his desk.

"Haven't I told you to not pass over

this limit I established or else, I would be forced to take measures and act upon

your disrespectful behavior?" he drops his fabric on the desk, making the temperature of my body rise in no time at all for me to even breathe. "I told you to eat at the break and stop working, you didn't listen again."