Katubari

* At night
He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms:
For the first time, no staying overnight.
The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side.
Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level.
No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders.
And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice.
*During daytime
He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, 
“Hello, Grace.”
Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out.
In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze.
Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs.
Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

Feeling her foot brush against something, Grace Quinn quickly pulled her leg back.

Of course, her shoe remained where it was.

Seeing Grace freeze, Kathy stood up and asked, "What's wrong, Grace?"

Grace hesitated. How was she supposed to explain that her high heel had landed right next to a man's foot?

Wasn't that basically announcing to everyone that she was flirting with John Amster?

So, he had been waiting for her all along.

Grace cursed John Amster in her head.

Before knowing his identity, she had thought of him as calm, dependable, and trustworthy.

Now? Cunning, ruthless, and overbearing.

In short, he is indeed a most dangerous man ever. Keep safe distance!

Despite her inner frustration, Grace kept a polite smile and quickly changed the subject. "I'll order another dessert. You guys go ahead and watch the movie."

John picked up his fork and casually added, "I'll have someone take Miss Quinn home later."

I don't have anyone else