DEEP INSIDE || J.JK × Reader ✔

chapter 2 | Scorching hot

I knock on his door and enter the room once I hear his voice.

I notice him leaning on the front of his desk, his hands in the pockets of his tight grey checked trousers. He smiles at me.

"Good morning, Mister Jeon," I bow to him, lacking sincerity in my gesture of respect. "Good morning, Miss Han," his honeyed voice passes through my ears as my steps are bringing me closer to him at the rhythm of my heartbeat.

I keep my eyes directed down to the ground, lacking the confidence to look at him. Sexiness and wealth is what defines him in every way.

"Is that your work?" he places his hand over mine to have a hold on the papers. I keep calm as much as possible to answer him. "Yes," I stretch my arm out a little bit to give him everything, but he straightens up and skrinks the space between us.

His movement released his cologne into the air, teasing my senses with its alluring scent.

He gazes into my eyes, and once I glance away, he scrutinizes every little feature of mine while slowly taking the papers in his grip. He licks his lips and keeps his lip between his teeth to finally have a look at what I've worked on for long hours.

Patiently, but with tension in my veins, I wait for the results to be given. I'm not really sure if I want his opinion in all honesty because if it's bad, I know I will be disappointed with myself and be forced to do it again to please him.

I raise my eyes up to take a glimpse of his reaction and facial expression, but what I notice makes my blood freeze. He was already staring. I quickly look away, feeling a surge of panic as we both made eye contact.

I feel like fainting from the sensation that he brought into me, but I try not to think about it and fidget in my heels. Those heels I hate wearing but still do out of obligation.

"Alright," he breaks the silence. "How long did this take you?" he tucks one of his hands in his pocket. "I don't know exactly. Maybe four or five hours. I'm sorry, I can't tell."

He lays the pieces of paper down on his desk behind him and turns back towards me.

I feel a jolt as his slender finger lifts my chin, guiding my gaze to meet his. This provokes extreme nervousness once more, and I know I'm going to have to gather up all the strength inside of me to not collapse.

Each touch of his hand triggers thoughts of other potential uses for those fingers. They're so long, and his skin is so smooth and pretty; my hormones are just rushing through me.

"What have I told you already, Miss Han?" he deepens his low voice and takes all my soul out of my body with an intense and sharp stare.

I could have said, 'Too much,' but fear holds me back. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mister J—"

"Repeat the words I said yesterday when you were leaving my office," he remains firm as I rummage through my brain to find the memories. "You told me, 'Don't work at night'," I pronounce the words with a lot of doubt and unease.

I worry even more, 'What if I'm wrong?'

"Exactly," he pulls his hand down. "So can you explain to me why you worked after eight p.m.?"

'How does he know this?' my lips part out of shock.

"I...I had a lot of work to do, and I wanted to be sure that my sketches would be done for today, Mister Jeon..." I explain.

"This is the second time that you don't follow my orders. This better be the last," he steps back and walks around his desk to reach his rotating chair. "If this ever happens again, I'll be forced to take measures and act upon your behavior."