The click of a lighter echoed softly in the car, the flame dancing briefly before settling into a steady glow as Yeo Wonyoung took a long drag from her cigarette. Leaning back against the leather seat, she released a long, extravagant sigh, smoke swirling lazily around her head as her eyes closed briefly.

"Haaaaa... I'm so tired."

Her voice carried a mixture of exhaustion and a hint of something deeper. Wonyoung knew well the unspoken rules against getting involved with her subordinates, but tonight, the allure proved irresistible. The surge in her pheromones heightened the temptation, prompting her to act on impulse.

With a swift motion, she pulled you onto her lap, the confines of the car seat amplifying the intimacy of the gesture. Her smirk, ever-present and teasing, belied the intensity in her gaze.

After all, wasn't a secretary's role meant to assist the boss in more ways than one?