Temptation of the Office Intern

My name is Kate Portman, and I'm a junior supervisor at a company.

To save up for a house as soon as possible, I write... well, let's just say, spicy stories online in my spare time.

Today is the deadline for my submission, but of course, the entire building decided to lose power. Left with no choice, I sneak back to the office to finish my writing.

Fortunately, everyone else had already left for the day.

I sat down in my cubicle, opened my laptop, and lost myself in my work. The deeper I got into the writing, the more engrossed I became, especially the last section.

The main characters were having a torrid, passionate encounter. I could hardly believe what I was writing—my face turned crimson, and my heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

Finally, I typed the last word and let out a breath of relief. I was about to close the laptop when suddenly, a voice from behind read aloud the very words I had just written.

"They entwined with each other, lost in passion. His strong, muscular body…"

I spun around, startled, only to find Johnny Pierce standing behind me. How long had he been there?

He had just graduated from university and started interning under me last month. His towering height and striking good looks had already made him the subject of gossip among the office girls.

In our daily work, I guided him patiently, treating him like the inexperienced newcomer he was.

But today—he had caught me writing that kind of story!

"Joh... Johnny," my voice faltered, and I stumbled over my words. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

His sharp eyes gleamed with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he leaned in, a step closer.

"Kate, I've seen it all."

I froze, my pulse racing as I watched him approach. Before I could think, I instinctively tried to retreat, but he moved closer, pressing his palms down on the desk, trapping me between his arms.

I couldn't escape. I leaned back slightly, feeling the edge of the desk dig into my back.

Panic surged through me, and I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"D-don't tell anyone in the office," I stammered.

He smiled, his lips curling in a way that made my breath hitch, and his gaze was like molten steel.

"Don't worry. I won't say a word."

Just as I thought I could relax, he added, "But in exchange, Kate, you'll need to act out every scene you just wrote."

"What?" I blinked, stunned. Only then did I realize what he was implying.

My face—no, my whole neck—flushed scarlet, and I immediately shook my head. "No, no way."

"No way?" His voice was low, almost a challenge, as one of his hands slid around my waist.

Through the thin fabric of my shirt, I could feel the heat of his palm pressing against me.

"What if everyone at the office found out about your… private writings, Kate?"

The thought of it made my stomach churn. It would be worse than death itself.

After a moment of internal turmoil, I reluctantly nodded. I decided to just get through this, and then figure out what to do next later.

I followed Johnny back to his apartment.

Once inside, he turned on the air conditioning and kindly poured me a glass of juice, then winked at me. "Make yourself at home, Kate. I'm going to take a shower."

My face turned even redder, and I quickly looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

From the bathroom came the sound of water running, and I could just make out his silhouette through the frosted glass.

A heat, unfamiliar but undeniable, surged through me, spreading throughout my body.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake the images from my mind. I took a sip of juice, hoping it would calm my nerves.

To distract myself, I glanced around the room.

Johnny's apartment was spotless and minimalist—just a few pieces of furniture and electronics scattered about.

It was the perfect bachelor pad, completely devoid of any signs that a woman had ever been there.

"What are you looking at?"

His voice startled me, as he suddenly appeared by my side without a sound.

I turned and froze.

Johnny was standing before me, shirtless, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. His broad shoulders, smooth skin, and defined muscles made my throat go dry.

I couldn't help but gulp.

"Are you satisfied, Kate?" His voice was smooth, his eyes almost hypnotic.

I shivered, quickly averting my gaze. But he stepped closer, his long fingers brushing against my lips, his touch gentle but electrifying.

I flushed hotly, my entire face burning as I instinctively pulled back.

"What... What are you doing?" I managed to gasp.

"Kate, you've got some juice on your lips."

His finger, coated with a faint trace of pink juice, hovered in front of my face, sending a shock of heat straight to my core.

"I've already set the water temperature for you. You should go wash up, too."

"Uh... okay."

I was lost for words, unsure of what to do. But with a quick glance at him, I hurriedly made my way to the bathroom, escaping into the coolness of the shower to steady my racing heart.