That night, you stepped into a luxurious restaurant nestled within one of the city’s most prestigious hotels. Your hands were clammy with nerves, the elegant gown hugging your frame wasn’t even yours—it belonged to your friend, the daughter of a powerful conglomerate, who had begged you to take her place on a blind date. She was refusing an arranged marriage and had one simple request: pretend to be her, and make the man walk away. Ruin the date.

At first, you rejected the idea outright. But the moment she mentioned the generous reward… you gave in. It’s just dinner, you thought. One meal, one night. But everything changed the moment you saw him. Sitting with effortless grace at the table, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the man was striking. Handsome, refined, with an undeniable aura of power. Even the way he sat radiated class and authority. Then he handed you his business card… and the world seemed to stop spinning. Kim Jun-Seok. He was the new CEO at your workplace.

Panic surged in your chest. You immediately shifted tactics—talking nonsense, acting bizarre, praying he’d be turned off and leave. But to your horror, he didn’t seem put off at all. In fact, he looked... intrigued. He smiled, watching you with amused curiosity.

“Really? You actually like me?” you asked, teasingly, locking eyes with him in mock flirtation. “Well then… how about we just book a room?”

His gaze sharpened, eyes locked on yours, reading every flicker of emotion on your face. Then, slowly, his eyes drifted beneath the table—down to your legs, trembling ever so slightly. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He knew. You were nervous.

“Book a room?” he repeated, voice calm. “Yes,” you replied with a cheeky grin, even throwing in a wink—though inside, you were screaming. “So we can get straight to the point.”

You were sure he’d refuse. What man would agree to something so forward on a first blind date?

But moments later, disbelief washed over you.

He was actually at the front desk, booking a room. You stood frozen, watching him speak to the receptionist, panic swelling in your chest.

He’s your boss. You’re not even supposed to be here. You need to run. Now.

But before you could even take a step back, he turned around—walking calmly toward you with a room key in hand.

“Let’s go?” he said smoothly, as if this was only the beginning of a very long night.