The next day at Solis Marketing passed in a blur for Jiho.
Every time he tried to focus, his mind betrayed him — flashing back to Zoey's wicked smile, her scent, her voice whispering at his ear.
He barely made it through his tasks without mistakes.
And yet... part of him kept wanting to see her again.
To feel that heavy gaze, to be caught in that dangerous web she spun so effortlessly.
When the clock neared six o'clock, Jiho gathered his things quickly, eager to escape before anything could happen.
But just as he slung his bag over his shoulder, he heard that unmistakable voice behind him.
"Jiho."
He froze.
Zoey stood at the entrance of the office, one hand on her hip, a slow, knowing smile on her lips.
"Stay," she ordered simply.
Jiho hesitated, his fingers tightening on the strap of his bag.
"I— I finished my work," he said carefully, avoiding her eyes.
Zoey stepped closer, each click of her heels deliberate.
"I'm not talking about work," she said, her voice low and dangerous.
"I need you for something else."
Jiho's heart hammered wildly, but his feet stayed rooted in place.
Zoey's hand reached out, brushing his arm lightly — a spark, a silent pull — and Jiho dropped his bag without even thinking.
"Good boy," she murmured, her smile deepening.
Without warning, Zoey closed the distance between them.
One hand curled around the back of Jiho's neck, gentle but firm — and then she kissed him.
It wasn't gentle.
It was hot, deep, claiming.
Jiho gasped against her mouth, and Zoey took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pressing him back against the wall of the office. Her body pinned his smaller frame easily, her presence overwhelming him until there was nothing but her taste, her scent, her dominance.
Jiho's knees almost buckled. His hands clutched helplessly at her sleeves, caught between resistance and surrender.
When Zoey finally pulled back, Jiho was panting, his lips swollen, his mind spinning.
"You're staying late tonight," Zoey whispered, her thumb brushing over his trembling lower lip. "With me."
Jiho's whole body flushed.
He should say no. He should leave. He knew this was wrong — they were boss and employee — but...
Zoey leaned in again, her voice dark and dripping with promise.
"Be a good boy, Jiho. Obey me."
Something inside him cracked.
Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was the thrill.
Maybe it was simply her — Zoey Park, the Alpha who didn't ask, who took.
Jiho nodded wordlessly, surrendering.
Zoey smiled — a slow, satisfied smile — and grabbed his tie, leading him deeper into her private office like a prize she had finally decided to claim.
The heavy door clicked shut behind them.
And Jiho realized...
there was no escaping her now.
{End of Chapter 4}