Nunew accidentally crashes CEO Zee Pruk Panich's car when working as a valet. He expects Zee to make him pay back the cost of damages but the young businessman has another arrangement in mind.
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I sighed as another car pulled up, eyes watching as the businessman pulled into the valet. Sunglasses blocked his face from my view. The car he drove was exceptionally nice. Clean white with plenty of chrome. Tinted windows. Pale leather seats. I stood from my seat, my hands lowering to fix the black vest I wore over a button up shirt, attempting to seem presentable. I tried to not look like I had considered quitting over a hundred times in the last hour. Rounding the car, I quickly grabbed the handle before pulling the door open. A moment passed before the businessman exited. His tall frame shadowed my view. I squinted, my breath catching in my lungs as my eyes lifted to the familiar form. Neatly styled dark hair, muscles teasing the seams of a tailored suit, a light tan gracing angular chiseled features. Black sunglasses hid his eyes but I knew their color all too well. Deep brown with flecks of golden hues.
Zee Pruk Panich.
A young millionaire. Heir to a fortune. Owner of one of the most successful trade companies in the country. The sexiest fucking man I had ever seen in my life.
I swallowed tightly, giving a polite bow before turning to let him pass. Zee stared down at me, lips drawn into a light line. He rose his hands and pulled the sunglasses from his face, golden eyes shining within my gaze. My body felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out.
"Keys are in the car."
I nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Zee paused, eyes watching me silently before he turned to leave. His form disappeared into the building, drowned within the crowd of suits and heels. Sliding into the car, I breathed in deeply, electrified by the scent. Buzzing from the warmth that still encompassed his seat. I pulled the seatbelt tight over my chest, buckling it into place. I imagined it was instead a silky tie held against me by two strong hands, fingers knotted in the material, pulling hard against it as he lifted me from behind and—fuck.
I closed my eyes as I took a short breath, trying desperately to calm myself. To not let my thoughts lead to that place again. Ever since the first time I had seen the young businessman, I had felt an attraction to him. He was magnetic. The silent type. A bit standoffish. Broody to say the least. Fucking mysterious and goddamnit, that made me want him. I longed to see him stripped naked, his serious mask slipping as he found himself caught in the throws of a good fuck. Shit, I was doing it again, thinking about him naked.
I sighed, hand on the clutch as I pulled the car around into the parking garage. These fantasies were just that, fantasies. Nothing more. The businessman had never spared a second glance in my direction. In his eyes, I was nothing more than the young valet who worked for his company. A youth who was barely making ends meet. Who took the first job out of school to be able to put down money for an apartment. I was insignificant. A drop in the fucking ocean when compared to the crowd he was usually surrounded by. Status, money, and power were at the center of their universe and I had none of those things. All my life my parents had told me I had a cute face, a warm smile, kind eyes. I scowled as I drove, my lips falling into a frown. A young businessman wouldn't want cute. Not when he could have any choice he wanted. Not when numerous sexy one-night stands were constantly at his doorstep. He probably preferred the sultry type. Coy. Experienced.
