The Temporary Girl | JJK Short Story [COMPLETED]

THIRTEEN

That morning I was weary, watching over my shoulder constantly, almost afraid of my own shadow.

Not actually with fear, but with apprehension.

I wasn't sure of what I would encounter when I arrived at the office, what version of my boss would greet me. The powerful man that controlled it all and ordered everyone to do his bidding or the passionate one that took me to new heights earlier.

He had at some point said we shouldn't do it. He shouldn't do it.

He ended up surrendering to the tension, but would he regret it?

The nervousness of not knowing was killing me.

So I made sure to arrive early in the office. To be honest, I think I only left for a couple of hours. We hadn't found the file yet, and after our erotic encounter none of us had the peace of mind to keep searching for a damned pile of papers.

And since I wasn't convinced of how he would handle our situation, I thought that if I found the file and had it ready for him, it would make things less shity, especially for me.

So I had come in early, bought a very large coffee on the way and had every intention of finding the lost file.

The office was quiet, the papers where we had left them last night. I sat in my previous seat by the center table and picked up the files we hadn't checked yet, confirming they were not what I looked for and abandoning them with the ones that had already been checked.

I worked mechanically for almost an hour, drinking all my coffee as I did so, entirely focused on my task. When the last file from the bundle I had gathered turned out not to be it as well, I stood to gather another pile.

That's when my eyes averted to his desk, and the armchair in front of it, where we had abandoned caution and just allowed ourselves to take what we wanted. A shiver ran down my spine at the memories, and I could feel the ghost of his touch everywhere on my skin.

Inhaling deeply, I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.

Forcing myself to pay attention to the papers left, I started looking them over, as I paced nervously from the wall to the big windows. Like a caged animal, ready to pounce.

Another fifteen minutes, and the file was found. Tucked in between something else entirely. Sighing in relief, I put it directly in the center of Mr. Jeon's desk, pilling the rest near his cabinets to put in place later.

The mess he had made on the floor from throwing everything away last night was still there. I collected everything and put it back into its place, thanking God there was nothing broken.

By the time I managed it, it was almost seven in the morning, and I could already hear people walking and chatting around. Exiting my bosses' inner sanctum, I powered my computer and went to get another dose of caffeine for me and have one ready for him as soon as he got here.

Walking back with both mugs, I left mine on my desk and went to place his in place, beside the goddamned file. Having a last look around to see if I hadn't forgotten anything I turned, intent on going to my own space.

But as I did, he was standing at the door. Black suit, deep blue tie and ivory shirt fitting him perfectly as always. His eyes gave nothing away, looking at me in a way that made my legs want to stop working.

The heavy thing in the air was suffocating, and I broke first.

- Good morning, sir. – I said, lacing my hands in front of my body and bowing my head slightly. – I have your coffee ready and the file you wanted.

He looked from me to his desk, eyes laying on the papers in question, then focusing on something more to his right. Following the direction of his gaze, he could only be staring at the edge of the desk, and the armchair past it.

I watched as his throat swallowed hard, he took a steady breath and looked at me, expression controlled.

- You found it, then? – he asked, finally moving from the door and removing his suit jacket, placing it on the back of his chair.

- It was one of the last files on the pile, in between another one. – I clarified, turning in place so as to not give him my back.

- Good. Schedule a meeting with the team from yesterday so we can finish this matter then. – he said as he took his seat, reached for the mug and took a sip. He then frowned a little, looking at the dark liquid in disgust. – Was this coffee ready at the coffee machine?

- Yes, sir. Someone beat me to it, as I was searching for the file.

- Well, next time Ms. Kim, throw it away and make another. – he rasped, setting the mug down and pushing it towards me. – It tastes like shit.

I looked at him for a couple seconds, not blinking. It had been sometime since he had complained about the coffee, mostly because I made sure to make the brew myself to avoid these sort of arguments.

But I had been previously engaged with the search and not paid as much attention as I usually did.

But I thought he would focus on the file more than he would on the coffee.

- Ms. Kim? – he said, impatience clear in his expression. – Do you intend to go get that coffee today or do I need to schedule it for tomorrow?

- Uh ... No, sir. I'll fix it right away. – I mumbled, reaching for his discarded mug.

When I didn't move from my spot, a little too surprised by his behavior, he talked again.

- Do you need me to draw a map for you, of where the coffee machine is? – he inquired, eyebrows arching in annoyance.

- No, sir. – I answered, swallowing and finally moving my feet. – Excuse me.

Walking out of his office in astonishment, I realized we were pretending nothing had happened last night.

And he was back to douche mode.

---