Chairman Jeon shoved open the guest room door, kicking it shut behind them. Dim dawn light filtered through gauzy curtains, painting the elegant furnishings in soft grey tones. He released Tae abruptly. She staggered, catching herself on the edge of a plush velvet armchair. He stood before her, immense and formidable.

Tae stared up. It was like looking at Jungkook aged twenty years – the same sharp jawline, hooded dark eyes scrutinizing her, but etched with deeper lines of authority… and a predatory hunger Jungkook lacked. Without ceremony, Chairman Jeon shrugged out of his tailored jacket and tossed it aside. Next, his silk tie slithered to the thick carpet. His crisp white shirt followed slowly, revealing thick slabs of muscle layered densely across his chest and shoulders, still powerfully maintained. Tae’s breath hitched audibly. He unfastened his belt buckle, letting trousers fall heavily to his feet. He stepped out, gloriously nude.