The day after the elevator incident dragged on like a bad hangover for both Tae and Koo. Tae sat at his desk in the open-plan office, staring at his computer screen but seeing nothing except flashbacks of Koo’s flushed face, her body shuddering against his hand as she came like a fountain. His cock had been in a semi-permanent state of hardness all morning, straining against his boxers every time he remembered the wet spot on her skirt, the way she’d whimpered his name. Fuck, she’s hooked already, he thought, smirking to himself. But Minjun wasn’t making it easy to focus.

The CEO stormed into the bullpen around noon, his face twisted in that perpetual scowl. “Taehyung!” he barked, loud enough for the whole floor to hear. Heads turned, whispers starting up like background noise. Tae stood up slowly, towering over his desk, but Minjun didn’t give a shit about intimidation.