The lobby of Jeon Enterprises was polished marble and glass, sleek and intimidating, but Tae strutted across it like it was her runway. Every man she passed stole glances at her swaying hips, her tits bouncing lightly beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She didn’t care; in fact, she fed off it.

The receptionist, trying not to stare at her exposed cleavage, directed her toward the top floor. She stepped into the elevator, pressed the button, and caught her reflection in the mirror — pink lips glossy, breasts spilling, hemline riding high enough to tease a glimpse of bare skin underneath. She smirked at herself. Perfect.

By the time the doors opened, Jungkook’s secretary was already waiting. “Miss Tae? Mr. Jeon will see you now.”

Tae followed her into the CEO’s office, and for the first time, her eyes landed on him.

Jeon Jungkook. Tall, broad-shouldered, handsome in a sharp black suit that clung to his muscled frame. His dark eyes lifted from the file in front of him, and for the briefest second, they widened. He hadn’t expected… this.

Tae smiled knowingly and stepped forward, her heels clicking against the floor. The dress dipped low enough that when she sat opposite him, her breasts nearly spilled out. Jungkook’s gaze flickered downward before he caught himself, clearing his throat.

“Miss Tae, thank you for coming.” His voice was deep, controlled, though a little strained. “You’re interviewing for the position of secretary?”

She tilted her head, lips curling. “Yes, Mr. Jeon. Though I imagine you want someone who can take… very good care of you.”

His brows twitched, surprised by her boldness. “I need someone efficient. Organized. Someone who can handle… pressure.”

“Oh, I’m very good under pressure.” Her tongue darted across her lips. “I’ve been told I perform best when things get… intense.”

He leaned back in his chair, watching her carefully, almost testing her. “And what about discretion? This job requires confidentiality. My secretary must know when to keep her mouth shut.”

Tae giggled, leaning forward so her tits pressed against the desk. “Don’t worry. I know exactly when to keep my mouth shut. And when to open it.”

The double meaning hung thick in the air. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his cock stirring in his slacks. He tried to focus on the file in front of him, but every time he looked up, all he saw were her glossy lips and the bare hint of her pussy peeking from the way she sat with her legs slightly apart.

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this job?” he asked finally, his voice lower now.

She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately. “Because I know men like you. Powerful men. You don’t just want someone to type your emails. You want someone who can make your days easier… and your nights even better.”

He stared at her, silent for a moment. Most women who walked in here trembled under his gaze. This one met it head-on, her confidence dripping with filth.

Finally, Jungkook closed the file and stood. He walked around the desk, his height and presence towering over her. Tae looked up at him, lips parted, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You’re reckless,” he said.

“Or maybe,” she whispered, “I’m exactly what you need.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into the faintest smirk. “Congratulations, Miss Tae. You’re hired. From now on, you’re my… personal secretary.”

She bit her lip, satisfaction flickering across her face. As he extended his hand, she shook it, her fingers lingering, stroking his palm lightly.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon,” she purred. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

As he let go, his eyes flicked down once more—catching just a hint of her bare pussy lips peeking from her crossed thighs. His cock throbbed.

And Tae smiled, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.