Fifty Shades Of Jeon || Jikook ✅ (18+) Book 1

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JIMIN POV

"Actually, I can't this evening."

Or any other evening, Yoongi.

"Just a quick one?" he coaxes.

"No, I can't But thank you."

He sits on the end of my desk and frowns.

Alarm bells sound loudly in my head.

I am on my own in the office.

I cannot leave.

I glance nervously at the clock.

Another five minutes before Jungkook is due.

"Jimin I think we make a great team,I'm sorry that I couldn't pull off this New York trip. It won't be the same without you."

I'm sure it won't.

I smile weakly up at him, becos I can't think of what to say.

And for the first time all day, I feel the tiniest hint of relief that I am not going.

"So, did you have a good weekend?" he asks smoothly.

"Yes, thanks."

Where is he going with this?

"See your boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"What does he do?"

Owns your ass...

"He's in business."

"That's interesting."

"What kind of business?"

"Oh, he has his fingers in all sorts of pies."

He cocks his head to one side as he leans in toward me, invading my personal space again.

"You're being very coy, Jimin."

"Well,he's in telecommunications, manufacturing and agriculture."

He raises his eyebrows."So many things, Who does he work for?"

"He works for himself, If you're happy with the document I'd like to go, if that's okay?" He leans back.

My personal space is safe again.

"Of course."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you." he says disingenuously.

"What time does the building close?"

"Security is here until eleven."

"Good." I smile and my subconscious flops down in his armchair, relieved to know that we are not alone in the building.

Switching off my computer, I grab my bag and stand up, ready to leave.

"You like him then? Your boyfriend?"

"I love him," I answer, looking Yoongi squarely in the eye.

"I see." He frowns and he stands up from my desk.

"What's his surname?"

I flush.

"Jeon Jungkook." I mumble.

His mouth drops open. "Seattle's richest bachelor?"

"That Jeon Jungkook?"

"Yes, The same."

Yes that Jeon Jungkook, your future boss who will have you for breakfast if you invade my personal space again.

"I thought he looked familiar," he says darkly and his brow creases again. "Well, he's a lucky man."