Being 24 and recently laid off from my job was not all it was cracked up to be. But one job application-that I filled out only because my best friend has the best puppy dog eyes-changed it all.
You're looking at the new assistant to seven incredibl...
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I whipped around, seeing Namjoon wiping his mouth with a napkin. A pop of red caught my eye before he shoved the white tissue in his pocket.
I swallowed as I drank in his appearance.
His brown hair was messy like he had been running his fingers through it. A black belt was weaved through the loops in his pants and his bare feet padded softly on the floor as he walked toward me.
His arms and chest begged to be released from their tight, white cloth prison, and I was almost inclined to agree and help them out.
"Oh, hey Namjoon. You scared me." I smiled with a soft exhale then furrowed my brows when I realized he said something a few beats earlier. "Sorry, what did you say?"
His eyes were dark as they took me in and I tensed slightly. What was it with these guys? Cool and calm one minute then too sexy for their own good the next.
I licked my lips when he didn't look away and I could've sworn I heard a low growl leave his throat.
A growl? Violet, he's not an animal, you pabo.
His stare lightened and he chuckled softly, leaving me feeling some relief. It wasn't like I was scared of him or anything. The opposite actually.
Why did something so intimidating make my body so hot?
"I asked if you were ready to be our assistant," he said, stopping when he was a couple of feet away. His dimple smile was on display.
"Yes, very ready. Your home is amazing, by the way. I can't believe this is actually real," I said in awe as I let my eyes wander again.
"Thank you. We were able to get an amazing interior designer. She act-"
"While I'm sure she would love to hear you go on and on about how much we love our house, I think she would enjoy seeing her room more." I turned at the sound of the new voice and saw Yoongi leaning against a doorway, clad in all black.
His jacket, shirt, pants, and shoes. Hell, even his hair was pitch black.
Total grim reaper vibes.
Our eyes met and he cocked his head, giving me a small smile before letting his gaze flicker down my body. It was as if a trail of heat licked at my skin every place his eyes touched.
"Oh, that's probably true. Violet, Yoongi Hyung will take you to your room and help you get settled in. I'll see you in a couple of hours."
Namjoon rubbed my shoulder softly and gave me his prized smile before heading off somewhere in this maze of a mansion.
I glanced back at Yoongi and he motioned with his head in the direction of one of the large staircases. "Shall we?" He asked.
I grinned and made my way over to him. "We shall."
