MY SECRETARY HATES ME? [ ENGLISH VER. ]
he whispered seductively, his lips tracing down my neck, sending shivers across my skin.
I couldn’t respond, couldn’t form the words my mind screamed at me. His hands were skilled, deliberate, and I could feel the teasing pressure of his touch making it impossible to think straight.
“Now, tell me… you don’t want me,” he breathed against my ear.
“I… I…” My words failed me. My heart raced, my body betraying my resolve. He leaned in closer, lips brushing mine just enough to ignite a fire I didn’t know I had.
“I like you,” I admitted before I could stop myself. My words felt raw, uncontrollable, yet liberating.