The Devil In His Eyes
Six months later, Lee Soyeon hurried through Shin Industries' marble lobby, her heels clicking urgently against the polished floor as she balanced coffee cups and files in her arms. The morning rush had made her late again, and CEO Shin Jaeho absolutely despised tardiness from his employees.The elevator couldn't move fast enough as she watched the numbers climb steadily toward the forty-second floor, her pulse racing with each passing second. The executive floor fell into uncomfortable silence when she emerged, other assistants glancing up from their desks with expressions ranging from sympathetic pity to barely concealed envy. Everyone in the company knew about her hopeless, three-year crush on their devastatingly handsome CEO."You're exactly seven minutes and thirty-two seconds late." His voice drifted from the inner office before she could even announce her presence or offer an excuse.Soyeon pushed through the heavy glass doors to find Jaeho standing motionlessly by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his perfectly sculpted silhouette outlined against Seoul's sprawling cityscape. Even completely still, he radiated an overwhelming energy that made her pulse quicken and her breath catch. Had his presence always been this magnetically intense?"I'm terribly sorry, sir. The morning traffic was absolutely—""Traffic." He turned slowly, deliberately, and her breath caught painfully in her throat. His eyes seemed to burn with some inner fire she'd never noticed before. "Tell me, Soyeon, what's more important in the business world—punctuality or creative excuses?"The question felt loaded with dangerous undercurrents. "Punctuality, sir. Always.""Excellent answer." He moved toward his mahogany desk with fluid, predatory grace that reminded her of a hunting panther. "Then you certainly won't mind staying late tonight to make up for the lost time."Heat flooded her cheeks at the suggestion. "Of course not, sir. Whatever you need.""Perfect." His smile was sharp enough to cut through glass and twice as dangerous. "Because we'll be attending the annual charity gala together this Saturday night."Her coffee cup slipped, nearly crashing to the expensive carpet. "Together? As in—""As in my date for the evening." He leaned back casually in his leather chair, watching her reaction with obvious amusement dancing in his eyes. "Unless you have other, more pressing social obligations?"Date. The single word sent powerful shockwaves rippling through her entire nervous system. After three long years of maintaining strict professional distance, he was actually asking her to be his date?"I don't understand, sir. You've never shown any interest—""Never what, Soyeon?" He stood smoothly and moved around the desk, deliberately closing the distance between them with each calculated step. "Never acknowledged the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching your every move?"She instinctively backed against the bookshelf, feeling trapped between leather-bound volumes and his overwhelming presence. "Sir, I think you're seriously misunderstanding—""Am I really?" His hand braced against the shelf beside her head, effectively caging her in. "Then tell me honestly that you haven't spent three years fantasizing about having my complete, undivided attention focused entirely on you."The accusation stuck in her throat because every word was absolutely true.Before she could form any coherent response, his lips were on hers, and her carefully ordered world exploded into pure sensation.
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