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The heated breath spilled over Jisoo’s neck and chest. Whether it was the excitement or the dreamlike familiarity of the situation, the boundaries of reality blurred.
Jisoo had no time to gather her thoughts before Tae-ha’s lips crashed into hers, demanding everything she had to give.
As a senior executive, Tae-ha wasn’t officially involved in the employees’ workshop. His schedule stated he’d return from his business trip the following day after this event ended. He had asked if she wanted him to bring anything back, and she’d simply wished for his safe return.
So why was Cha Tae-ha here now, invading the women’s dormitory and showering her with kisses? Her body burned vividly, but the circumstances didn’t add up, leaving her confused.
“Wait… just a moment.”
Jisoo pushed hard against Tae-ha’s chest with both hands, but as always, he didn’t budge. When she tried hitting him again, he caught her wrists instead.
Looking down at her flailing figure, Tae-ha smirked. Perhaps it was time to tie up those pesky hands that dared interrupt his fervent kiss.
“When have I ever stopped because you begged me to wait?”
Tae-ha wrapped his loosely undone tie around Jisoo’s wrists, binding them together. Shocked, Jisoo gaped at him, which only made him chuckle. No matter where or when, teasing Jisoo brought him immense joy—a devilish pleasure.
“Or maybe you could play with me until I can’t resist your demands.”
“But… this is… the women’s dormitory… and we’re at a workshop. People will come back soon. How did you even get here? Why are you in Korea?”
Jisoo knew her excuses sounded weak, so she added an absurd question, expecting Tae-ha to find it ridiculous. But there was something about him she didn’t fully grasp yet.
Once Tae-ha set a goal, no matter how trivial, he pursued it with relentless determination, using any means necessary to achieve it. A perfectionist by nature, he operated through meticulous planning, enhanced by his innate sensitivity and agility. With all these traits combined, Jisoo’s chances of escaping his grasp were… slim to none.
“The seventh floor above the women’s quarters is my private space. And everyone attending the workshop went night fishing, didn’t they? As for why I’m here…”
Lifting Jisoo effortlessly, Tae-ha carried her toward the bed. Even as they moved, their lips remained locked, exploring each other without pause.
“What do you think? I came because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I needed to catch my breath before losing my mind completely.”
Gently lowering her onto the bed, Tae-ha slid his hands under her skirt. His fingers traced up her smooth legs, stopping at the entrance. Jisoo clamped her thighs tightly, refusing to let him proceed.
“You don’t want this?”
Of course not—this was a shared space with Hee-kyung, her colleague.
But moments ago, Tae-ha’s touch had ignited her entire body. Her instincts had already surrendered to him, responding eagerly. Now, she desperately wanted to hide the undeniable heat between her legs from him.
Jisoo bit her lower lip repeatedly, releasing it slowly. That alone seemed answer enough, as Tae-ha surprisingly relented. Puzzled, she watched him stroke her cheek and tousled hair tenderly.
“This is… Hee-kyung’s bed.”
Regret tinged his movements, yet pushing him away felt impossible. Her magnet-like attraction to him overpowered her thoughts and willpower.
“Then shall we go up to my room?”
His voice, feather-light and seductive, whispered into her ear. When he spoke like this, resisting him became increasingly futile.
There was no mistaking how aroused Tae-ha was—the blatant evidence pressed against her. Suddenly, the article Jisoo had read on the bus ride to the resort flashed in her mind. Did Tae-ha know about it?
An enigmatic smile crept onto her lips, drawing Tae-ha’s intrigued gaze.
“Why?”
“Did you come straight here from the airport?”
“Yes, someone kept calling me, begging me to hurry.”
If that were true, he might not have seen the scandalous article. Would he ignore it entirely, or would he explode in anger?
“This afternoon, there was an article claiming that C, a third-generation chaebol rumored to be engaged to top star K, is impotent. Do you know who they’re talking about?”
Jisoo scrutinized Tae-ha’s face closely, but not a single eyebrow twitched.
“I don’t know who they’re referring to, but it’s definitely not me.”
“Kang Yoo-ri gave an interview. It’s causing quite a stir right now.”
Still unfazed, Tae-ha pulled out his phone and began searching. Typing in Kang Yoo-ri and Cha Tae-ha yielded no results—the article she’d seen earlier didn’t appear.
“The legal team handled things too quickly. It’s clearly not me.”
“Even though you keep saying it’s not you, everyone thinks it’s you.”
“Who exactly?”
Just as Jisoo predicted, Tae-ha flipped from dismissive to furious. Walking to the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down. Then he poured ice into a glass.
“Are you going to issue a statement or refute the claims?”
“No.”
With a thud, he set the empty bottle down and walked over with a glass of water for Jisoo.
“Don’t you already know how unstoppable I am, regardless of time or place?”
“Well… yes, but…”
For someone who claimed ignorance, he truly was shameless. The cheerful clinking of melting ice echoed in the room.
“I didn’t expect you to worry so much about my lower half.”
It wasn’t concern but curiosity and surprise that lingered in Jisoo’s mind, though she said nothing.
“If the legal team insists on issuing a clarification, I’ll do a joint interview with Han Jisoo. You’ll stand by me, won’t you?”
“That’s absurd.”
Startled, Jisoo shook her head vigorously, prompting Tae-ha to throw his head back in laughter. He checked his watch.
“I need to leave in 30 minutes.”
“Did you really come just to see me?”
“If you won’t come to me, then I have no choice but to move. I’ll enter your world, as I am now. Don’t run away or turn your back. Just stay there, and keep the door open for me.”
Rising from the bed, Jisoo mustered the courage to approach him, trembling hands gripping his waist.
Tae-ha leaned down, capturing her lips. Their softness melded together, exhaling warmth.
“Are you trying to refute the article?”
Jisoo smiled brightly, looking up at him.
“But knowing Kang Yoo-ri, I doubt she’d make such statements without reason. Were you seeing her while dating me?”
Pulling her close, Tae-ha whispered against her ear.
“No, she’s the type to spout nonsense without thinking.”
Though Jisoo hadn’t believed the article from the start, Tae-ha’s overwhelming confidence stirred a mischievous urge within her.
“She described your lower half in great detail. It almost convinced me.”
“You didn’t believe it, though. If I were weak, would you have stayed with me? You’d have dumped me long ago.”
Under his intense gaze, Jisoo stepped back slightly, her calves bumping into the bed. Losing balance, she wobbled. Seizing the moment, Tae-ha pulled her waist closer.
“One quick, hot session. Is that okay?”
Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to her skin, whispering wickedly.
“I have to leave soon anyway, unless you beg me to stay longer.”
“Then… only until the ice melts.”
Glancing at the condensation pooling around the glass, Jisoo reluctantly agreed. Nodding, Tae-ha brought the glass filled with ice. If he’d known, he would’ve packed it fuller. Popping a cube into his mouth, he began teasing her lips with its chill.
The cold seeped into her mouth as she sucked eagerly, like a hungry baby drinking milk. Tae-ha fed her another cube, tracing her lips like lipstick before trailing down her jawline and neck. Wherever the ice touched, droplets trickled down her pale skin, raising goosebumps.
“It’s cold,” she murmured, her reaction utterly endearing.
Amused, Tae-ha caressed her chilled lips with his thumb. Slipping the ice into her mouth, he kissed her deeply. Their tongues intertwined, melting the ice instantly.
“It’s sweet—the ice.”
Though most of the ice in the glass had melted, Tae-ha lingered, keeping his promise. Mistakenly believing he still held ice in his mouth, Jisoo didn’t resist as he delved deeper. Knowing this had to end soon so he could leave, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered softly.
“You’re cold.”
Their bodies burned hot, yet their mouths remained icy. Though she hated the cold, somehow Tae-ha’s chill didn’t bother her—it felt warm, even if it was just her imagination.
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