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!

John's gaze lingered on the faint redness at the corners of Grace's eyes, a pang of tenderness stirring within him.

He sighed softly, his large hand resting on her shoulder, gently squeezing it. "Ms. Quinn, you don't need to lower yourself to please me. I've told you before—just be yourself. As for the answer you're waiting for, you'll know soon enough."

Grace lowered her eyes, her voice quiet. "Alright."

John stood by the window, listening to his assistant's report. "Ms. Quinn was alone with Alex Hoffman in a private room for ten minutes. When she left, the glass on her painting frame was shattered. I looked into the other two people present."

John's voice was calm but edged with intensity. "What did you find?"

I’ve wanted her from the start