...then turn around to get out of the room and finally leave me alone.
I'm a bit curious and I have to admit that I want to rummage through his stuff butwhat if he has some cameras in his office? That wouldn't be a surprise if he did.
I try to stay still but wander my eyes around the room, seeking for the thermostat.
As soon as I notice it in a far corner close to the sofa on which the man was, I take a
deep breath but rise from my chair, to get in a rush to the device. Since I never used
that type of stuff, I first check the numbers then turned it , setting it to the temperature I want before getting back to my sit.
I clear my throat but as soon as I lay the tip of my pen on the sheet of paper, there
he comes in. My eyes always attracted to his body like a magnet, I watch him closing
the door but notice the glass in his veiny hand, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled
up to reveal his masculine forearms out of which his veins are jutting more than it
ever did before.
I gulp the rest of saliva my body had in stock but make eye contact with him once
he turns towards me, to run his fingers through his long hair and come place the
drink down on the desk. "Here it is," he smirks at me without glancing away but instead of going back to his sofa, stays here, bent over before me.
"Thank you..." I take the glass with some apprehension, wondering why he seems
so mischievous and proud. He didn't do anything to that glass...right?
Whatever, I still take a sip of the fresh and cold water while being stared at and then
let the container get back on the flat surface. "Why didn't you eat at the break like I told you earlier?" he brings this up again when this waste needed at all.
"Because..." I give him an answer, not a clear one but still one. "Is it legal what
you're doing with me right now?" I stop my actions and glance up at him, his eyes
making a beeline for mine once I speak again and oblige him to not stare at my
cleavage anymore with his lip bite. "Well...if we take into consideration that I'm
paying you...that's up to you to decide whether it's legal or not.
The door is opened, you can leave if you want. I'm not holding you back," he shakes his head as his expression is exuding sheer amusement and confidence.
He knows I like being here. That's the worst about it.
"Well...how much am I going to be paid for one hour?" I don't get out of here right
away, negotiating and thinking about the outcome of this not unpleasant work.
"Forty dollars."
I almost choke at the sound of this, feeling the scam but also the pleasure he's
taking in.
"F—Forty dollars..." I repeat the unbelievable but wander my eyes around
the room, avoiding the tall man and the opening of his loosened dress shirt right
"Alright," I let my answer run away and gaze up into his intimidating eyes. "I stay
and work as much as I can."
"You'll work two hours only, I'll triple the sum per hour," he says with a snap of his
fingers, walking away in his tight pants and grabbing a chair, to come up to me and
sit right at the other side of the desk for us to be face to face.
I ignore him and his large veiny hands he just landed on his crotch, now that we're
square, I focus down on my work but close one button of my shirt to make sure his
eyes don't let his brain and body revel in the view.
"So..." his manly voice reverberates through the room when all I wanted to hear was
the silence. "You're staying here...with me...because I pay you...? Or I'm misunderstanding this, Miss Han?"
"I'm...I'm staying here because I'm working and getting paid for it...that's all..." I clear
my throat as I felt a jolt of nervousness coursing through my veins, knowing the
meaning of his words more than he could even imagine. "I'm not doing this with
"Sure...Miss..." he pronounces with a little smugness in his tone, one of his eyebrows raising for a brief moment but giving him an even more arrogant look. I keep my sigh inside and just work on my files.
I cannot believe he's going to spend his time here, staring at me with a lot of
pleasure.
•••
9 pm.
"You drank all the water?" he checks in the empty glass as I'm now about to head
out of this place, but once the sight of the inside gives him the answer, he tucks his hand in his pocket to turn back towards me with a smirk. "Was the water good?"
"Yes...just water..." I reply as if this wasn't obvious that water is just water, but he
licks his lips and looks away to let a "great" go out of his mouth and let it lead him
to the door. I cannot help myself but take a look at the prominent veins on his arm and hand as he's holding his bag but opening the door.
Why is it so much of a turn on?
"Come to work two hours later tomorrow," his voice brings me back to reality as he
stepped back to let me go first, but I don't go out yet. "Two hours...? But I'm going to lose money..."
"With the money you've earned today in only two hours, you got enough to
compensate the ones you'll take to sleep tomorrow," he gestures me to leave the
room. Since I cannot retort, I move forth and both lead us out of here for him to
lock the door. "If you come in the morning against my permission, I'll force you to
leave earlier or even not pay you like I should. Understood?" his figure suddenly
appears right by my side, his eyes staring into mine as if he wanted to take my soul
out.
"Y—Yeah..." I nod. "Understood," then walk towards the elevator to establish some
distance between us. Wrong of me to think such a thing, he doesn't let me separate
think back at the water he gave me, feeling my head getting filled with plenty of
questions and wondering why he kept on smirking every time he was mentioning it
or watching me taking a gulp.
The sound of the elevator appearing in front of us startles me, as soon as the doors
open, he waits for me to step in and then follows me. Now, we're both alone. The
typical movie scenario where the elevator gets stuck should not even try happening
or else I scream and stay in a corner to make sure the man won't get close to me.
Thinking and talking to myself in my head, my eyes land on Mister Jeon, his body
turning to the side to lean on the wall, he meets my gaze when I didn't want him to
but obliges me to glance away.
"Tch..." a mocking chortle runs out of his mouth, my attention getting back on him
as I felt my body heating up. He holds the contact with an intimidating confidence
but smirks. "Why are you blushing?"