Dragonflies

Consent - Part One

~°• Nemy •°~

"And there are how many of them?" I ask as I grip the elevator railings tighter.

Jong Su's lidded gaze raises from the v-neck of my crop sweater over my chest to my eyes yet again. At this point you would think the way this man has been staring at me wouldn't bother me the way that it does, but the fact that it still does should have told my dumb ass something.

You're not ready for this, Nemy.

Jong Su smiles kindly as of he wasn't just caught blatantly lost in my cleavage. Honestly, he's not a bad looking man. I'm guessing he's about mid to late thirties, tall with a nice build and just the right sprinkling of gray in his otherwise solid black hair.

Still doesn't mean I would jump into bed with him.

"Seven young men," he replies with only a hint of a Korean accent. "The last member arrived a few minutes ago so they will all be present to welcome you."

My eyes widen as the elevator rises another floor. "And I am supposed to.." I trail off.

"This was in the job description. Did you not read it?"

Okay, rude.

"Yes, but I did have one question. Will the other women be arriving soon?"

Jong Su clears his throat as he looks away from me and adjusts his button down shirt uncomfortably. This small move sends up a large red flag.

"Of course. They had some business to finish up before arriving so for the time being it will be only you."

"Oh," is all I say.

The elevator continues to rise now passing the eleventh and twelfth floors. I clutch the rails tighter and draw my brows together.

"Not a fan of elevators?" Jong Su chuckles.

"I hate them. They scare me."

"Ahh. Are you scared of heights as well?"

"Yes. Are you sure there aren't any apartments available on the lower floors?" I wince at a slight jarring.

"All of the lower levels are for offices and practice rooms and such. The top two floors were newly added to use as housing for those who have agreed to the same employment as you."

"Won't it look suspicious to the workers in the building to see someone like me coming and going?"

Now he looks at me again.

Ogles. He ogles me.

Pervert.

"It is required by all employees to sign non-disclosure agreements. Your employment and existence are included in their agreements."

I breathe a sigh of relief when the elevator beeps as it stops on the twenty-first floor. A calming melody plays when the doors gently slide open but they don't slow me down as I race out of the death trap.

Laughing again, Jong Su cooly steps out to join me. He nods towards his right side.

"After you," he says holding his hand outwards towards a door at the end of a long hall.

I know he just wants me to go first so he can look at my ass in the short skirt I picked to wear today. I start to walk towards the door and I swear I hear a hum of approval from Jong Su as he follows behind me.

I consider calling him on it, but I decide against it. This is just something I will have to get used to because I took this job.

I thought moving to Seoul to be a teacher sounded like a great idea. I'd watched lots of videos about how great South Korea was and all of the opportunities for foreigners who wanted to teach, but arriving here and getting a job was a whole other ordeal.