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!

The empty, silent staircase gave endless room for imagination.

Grace couldn't help but think of the moment in the elevator, where she had been so close to John. It made her heart race with a growing sense of unease.

John had just finished his cigarette, his voice hoarse. "Did you twist your ankle?"

His gaze was deep, and his sharply handsome face, usually cold, now held a trace of concern.

His sharp eyes fell on her delicate foot, and Grace instinctively curled her toes and pulled her foot back, embarrassed.

She'd been thinking about the wrong thing!

"No, it's just that the stairs are a little tricky," she quickly said, bending down to pick up her high heels.

Before she could, a hand reached out and took the shoes from her. Looking up in confusion, she met John's eyes. "Mr. Amster?"

How dare you