Park Jimin. Stone cold. CEO, with a heart as chilled as ice. A seemingly impenetrable guard has been put up by a past he'd much rather forget.
But the newest member of his faculty Park Chaeyoung, his secretary, a beautifully quick-witted yet reserve...
"How is it?" I chuckle as I watch her pop the food into her mouth, shaking her arms in excitement upon eating.
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I would be lying if I said it wasn't the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. The triple task fudge chocolate cake didn't seem like much of a task for Chae.
"Nom nom nom nom," She smiles while her cheeks are still stuffing her face with cake, "yummy, thank you!"
"Kyoot (cute)" I mutter under my breath, smiling at the woman across from me.
"Pardon?" Her twinkling eyes widen and for a second I completely forget who I am. What'smynameagain?
"Oh-ergh nothing nothing." Wiping her mouth with a napkin, she grins widely. I'm honestly amazed that with the amount she eats, her waist is still so tiny.
"Are you full?" I question, after she's eaten two starters, a side, a large main and desert.
"I could eat more." She shrugs.
"Seriously?" I chuckle.
"No I'm joking silly. It was all really lovely, thank you so much." She leans over to kiss my cheek and wink as I grab her hand to lead her out the restaurant, "do you want to come back to mine?"
Reaching the car I contemplate her offer whilst getting strapped into my seat. I flashback to what she had said earlier:
My lips curve into smirk as I suggest something slightly different.
"Wouldn't you like to see my house?" I place a hand on her thigh, rubbing up and down, she looks to me slightly flustered.
"I-I would love to."
I lean over to reach her ear and whisper "Don't worry, the change of location doesn't mean you can't ride me."
Pushing the key in the ignition, I start to drive towards my house.
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"You live here? Are you fucking kidding me?!" I laugh at her shocked state, as I drive up the long driveway leading to my house.
"You said house, this, Park Jimin, is a fucking mansion." Pulling up to halt, I take the key out and look at her awestruck expression.
Before I can speak my phone vibrates in my pocket. I look to Chae apologetically, as I answer the work call.
"Jaehyung? Talk to me." I start to talk statistics as my head of finance tells me the upcoming figures. My face straightens as I nod and discuss the numbers.
