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 man seemed impatient with her hesitation, so he reached over and pulled Grace into the car.

The door slammed shut, and the assistant, with good sense, moved to stand off to the side.

Grace, soft and relaxed in his arms, widened her eyes and, with a shaky voice, asked, "Why did you here?"

His deep voice brushed close to her ear, with a hint of teasing, "I was worried someone might take advantage of my girl, so I came to give you some support."

Grace's face turned bright red at his words. So that was why.

He pinched her cheek lightly. "Alright, the contract's all ready, just sign it."

Grace skimmed through the contract carefully, didn't see any hidden clauses, and signed it.

The pool issue was settled, but there was still the matter of the orphanage. She spoke up again, "What about the orphanage?"

Painting