"Ms. Manoban," he greets with a grin.
Chanwoo turns and stares at me, shock in his eyes. "Miss."
I tilt my head to the side and size up Junhoe. Chanwoo is a pussy because he murmurs that he has work to do and retreats. Junhoe, the dumbass, opens his mouth like we're fucking chums.
We. Are. Not. Fucking. Chums.
"I need coffee," I clip out, my voice short but calm.
He frowns at me in confusion. "What?"
"I need coffee," I repeat, stepping into his personal space. "I need coffee now."
His stupid beady eyes dart over to Jennie's empty desk. Before he can open his mouth and say something stupid, I growl startling him.
"I need you to make my coffee. You, Junhoe."
A flash of anger flickers in his eyes. "Don't we have people for that?"
"Two scoops of sugar. One scoop of creamer," I seethe, my chest bumping against his. "And don't forget a dash of cinnamon."
His jaw clenches as his eyes challenge me. I fucking dare him to challenge me. Finally, he bites back his reply. "You got it, boss."
He storms into the kitchen and starts slamming shit around. A smile tugs at my lips but it turns full blown when I hear the clack of heels. I jerk my gaze to see my gorgeous, confident woman striding into the office. Her long, brown hair is like pure silk hanging in front of her perky breasts. She's paid a lot of attention to her makeup today because it's perfect—like she's headed for a photo shoot at a magazine, not work. My gaze roams down her sexy little body. Today, she wears a white button-up blouse that hugs her round tits and is tucked into a slate grey pencil skirt that seems a tad shorter than the one she wore Friday. I drag my eyes along her long legs to a pair of snakeskin stilettos in the same shade as her skirt. When I finally find her eyes again, she's smiling.
Goddamn, she's beautiful.
"Did you need something?" she asks with an arched dark eyebrow. "Coffee perhaps?" The challenge in her voice gets my dick hard.
"You don't make coffee anymore," I growl as I prowl toward her. Panic briefly crosses her features, almost as if she fears she's in trouble. She's in trouble for not giving me her pretty pussy last night. But I'll punish her later with my tongue. As far as this job goes, she's doing much more than I ever realized. I quickly analyzed the data she collected on the Yang property, and it helped me with some decisions that needed making. Jennie is smart—too smart to be making coffee and answering the phone. And as if a light bulb goes off in my head, I know what I'll do. Later. It is the answer to a lot of my problems.
"Lisa," she murmurs when I near. Her brown eyes do their own little field trip down my body. I'd worn one of my expensive suits to impress her. It fits well and shows off my build. I need to drive her just as fucking crazy as she drives me.
"You look good, little quitter," I say with a lopsided grin.
She laughs and waves me off as she starts for her desk. "Back at ya, Lisa."
Pride fills my chest as I follow her. The skirt hugs her ass perfectly. My fingers twitch to grab the hem and slide it up to her hips so I can see which panties she's wearing. I've pulled them all out of her drawers and inspected them. I have my favorites—favorites that I didn't steal for my own personal Jennie souvenir collection in hopes that I'd get to see her in them one day.
"What is this?" she asks suddenly, drawing me from my thoughts.
"Mmmm?"
She snaps around and glares at me. Her pert nose flares with anger. I bite the inside corner of my lip as I stare at her pouty parted lips. God, I need those lips like I need air. They tasted like sweet honey when we kissed last night—