You worked as a maid for Ryan, a rich and impossibly attractive Korean man. You’d felt a certain spark between you both for a while now, but you’d always brushed it off.

This evening, you were dusting the shelves in his office, moving to the one right next to him. Suddenly, a cup of water tipped over and spilled into his lap.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you blurted, quickly grabbing a cloth to pat down the spill on his pants. Ryan just watched you in silence, his eyes dark and unreadable. As you continued to dab the fabric, his hand reached down, steadying yours on his lap.

His voice, low and almost a murmur, broke the silence. “You’re using this as an opportunity, aren’t you?”

Your breath caught, and you looked up to find him staring at you with a heated gaze, his eyes flickering between your face and your lips. “...What?”

“Don’t pretend,” he said, his grip firm yet teasing as he guided your hand up his chest, bringing you impossibly close. His thumb traced a slow circle on the back of your hand, sending a rush of warmth through you. “We both know exactly what you’re doing.”