If Only

Chapter 3

            A few weeks past and I had become used to Mr. Kim and his ridiculous orders. My schedule completely changed and I actually didn't mind. Mr. Kim was definitely a strange man but he had good interests in mind. Or so I thought. 

              "Ms Y/N." The familiar voice sounded through the intercom. I smiled, and leaned forward.

              "Yes Mr. Kim?" I replied. 

               "Could you come in here for a minute?" He asked me. I grinned, quickly grabbed my notepad and pencil, and shuffled into the office. 

              "You called?" I asked, standing near his desk.

               He was looking out the window once again, something I found out he did regularly. He turned to me and smiled, motioning to his own seat. I tilted my head and just looked at him confused. He gave me an annoyed look before setting my notebook and pencil down on his desk. He then grabbed my hands and guided me over to his chair, pushing my shoulders til I sat down. 

             "Sir-" I started, visibly confused. 

              "None of this 'sir' shit, remember Ms Y/N?" Mr. Kim reminded me, not bothering to have a civil tongue at work.
 
               I shook my head at his childness, smiling as I did so, "Sorry Mr. Kim. I forgot."

               Mr. Kim smiled at me and knelt down to my level. His carmel eyes bore into mine, taking in my every movement. Every once in a while he would do this. Call me into his office, then proceed to just stare at me for a few minutes. I usually took this time to look around and take in what needed to be fixed or cleaned in his office or on him. 

                Mr. Kim's red tie was once again untied and his dark brown hair was ruffled. I sighed and made a mental note to fix those both. Then I noted his desk was quite dusty and one of his pictures hanging on the wall was crooked. 

                Mr. Kim finally stood, and walked over to the crooked picture, straightening it. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding and quickly stood up, brushing off my skirt. 

             "Mr. Kim." I called out quietly and he turned to face me.

I walked over him and quickly tightened his tie. As I reached up to fix his hair, his eyes connected with mine. I started to fix the mess of a hair style of his and he smiled at me.
 
            "Ok, you're all done." I told him, taking a step back. His eyes still bore into mine, taking my breath away. It always did. 

             I looked away from him but before I could turn to leave, Mr. Kim grabbed my hand and pushed me against the desk. 

             "Mr. Kim-" I started, squirming against his strong grip, "What are you-" 

             Suddenly his hand snaked around my body, stopping right above my ass. His leg wedged itself between my two and his second hand gripped the back of my neck. He was so close I could feel his breath fan over my face. Then his first hand moved slowly farther and farther down til it grasped my ass.

             I gasped quietly and unsuccessfully tried to push him away.  

             "D-don't touch me, Mr. Kim. Let me g-go." I told him, trying to hold back a moan as his grasp tightened.  

              He laughed before leaning closer and whispering in my ear, "I think you like me touching you there, Ms Y/N."

            I breathed heavily and looked away from him, trying to calm myself.

            'He's just teasing you', I tried to convince my growing blush, 'Don't fall for him, don't fall for him, don't-'

All thoughts stopped as his lips smashed onto mine.

'Well shit.'

              His grip tightened even more on my ass and neck as he deepened the kiss. My eyes closed and a soft moan escaped my mouth. I felt Mr. Kim smile and he slowly guided my hands to the back of his neck. I pressed myself against him and his hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer. 

              I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth. His tongue skillfully curled around mine as he pushed his leg further against me making me moan again. I was getting turned on, and the worst part? Mr. Kim knew it. He didn't just know it, it was exactly what he wanted. 

            He guided me to his chair, where he sat down. He moved my legs apart and placed me on top of him. My hands moved to his face and his to my thighs. His lips left mine and started trailing down my face. He left sloppy, wet kisses on my cheeks, my jaw, and my neck. He kissed one of my sweet spots on my neck and I moaned. Grinning into my neck, Mr. Kim started sucking at the spot, making my legs quiver and tighten around his lower body.

          I tried to hold back my moans as he worked at my spot and the more he sucked, the harder it got. Then he started to trail his lips further and further down my upper body. He reached the top of my blouse and slowly began tugging it down with his teeth. 

           Almost as if someone flipped a switch in my brain I realized what was happening. Gasping, I jumped away from Mr. Kim, gaining as much distance as I could without leaving the room. 

          "I- you-" I stammered angrily, "Don't you ever do that again, Mr. Kim. That was highly inappropriate!"
 
           Mr. Kim just watched me and wiped his lips on the back of his hand. 

           "What made you even think I would be ok with that!?" I exclaimed, getting more and more furious. 

            "Well for one, you kissed me back." Mr. Kim replied calmly. 

             "Only because I was taken back!" I retorted. 

             "Geez…" Mr. Kim replied, "I thought you were enjoying it. Especially with all the noise you made." 

             At that, my face turned beet red as I tried to find a comeback. Unable to find one I simply turned and stomped out of the office, slamming the door behind me.

          "How dare he!'I thought to myself, 'That bastard. I was getting to be so relaxed and happy with him, and he had to go and- and take advantage of me!'

           Sighing, I slumped down in my seat. I pulled out my small makeup mirror and fixed my blouse which had slid to the side. As I was doing so, I noticed the spot of my neck he was sucking on. And it was bright red. Freaking out, I took my hair out of the bun I had previously had it in and fluffed it out to cover the hickey. 

            I put the mirror away and held my face in my hands.

          'What the fuck was I thinking when I kissed him? It made no sense! I don't even have any feelings for him whatsoever! Or do I?' 

            At this thought I bolted up in my seat. There is no fucking way I have feelings for him… is there? I bit my lip and groaned when I realized, I do in fact have feelings for that weird, funny, brilliant, handsome son of a bitch. 

             Fuck.