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!

Grace was pushed into the wardrobe. She hadn't even had time to tidy up when she felt a tote bag inside, stuffed with clothes. Her waist pressed against it—firm yet soft.

In the cramped, stifling space, the heat and tension rose together.

"Don't do this." Grace lowered her voice, pleading.

She knew very well that since her period hadn't ended, the man wouldn't actually do anything right here right now. But Kathy could walk in at any moment.

If the gossip girl Kathy found out, it would be the same as announcing to the world that she and John Amster were entangled.

Grace's body temperature was naturally low, and with the air conditioning on full blast, when he lifted the hem of her clothes, the sudden chill sent goosebumps across her skin.

Then, his burning hot palm pressed against her, and the moment their skin touched, Grace trembled. A faint flush spread across her small face.

His nature