The soft glow of the desk lamp cast a warm light over the sea of papers and the open laptop that dominated Eren's study. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, a constant reminder of the deadline looming over his latest business deal. Eren's fingers flew across the keyboard, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching until the door to his study swung open.
Hye Jin, his step-sister, leaned against the doorframe, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Still at it, Eren? You're turning into a corporate zombie," she teased, her voice cutting through the silence of the room.
Eren looked up, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "And you're still the professional troublemaker, I see," he shot back, his eyes inadvertently lingering on her a moment too long. Hye Jin was dressed in a silk robe that clung to her curves, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves.
Laughing, Hye Jin sauntered over to his desk and perched on the edge, her proximity making Eren shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Someone has to keep you from becoming a complete workaholic," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Besides, dedication looks good on you. It's...attractive."
Eren cleared his throat, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. "Speaking of which, how were your travels? You were in Europe, right?"
Hye Jin waved a dismissive hand, leaning closer to him. Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "Europe was fine, but you need to relax more, Eren. You're wound up tighter than a spring."
He laughed nervously, the mention of relaxation sending his thoughts spiraling. "Yoon Ah would have a fit if she heard you talking like this," he said, mentioning his wife.
Hye Jin's smile turned bold, her eyes locking onto his. "Yoon Ah doesn't need to know everything. What happens in the study stays in the study," she purred, her hand brushing against his, sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Before Eren could respond, Hye Jin stood up and moved behind him. Her hands found his shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there. "You're so stiff, Eren. A stiff businessman," she murmured, her fingers working magic on his knotted muscles.
Eren tried to protest, but his words came out weak, almost a sigh. "Hye Jin, this isn't—"
"Shh," she cut him off, her breath hot against his ear. "Just let go for once. You're always in control. Let me take care of you."
The sensation of her hands on him was intoxicating, and despite his better judgment, Eren found himself leaning into her touch. He turned to face her, his eyes a tumultuous mix of desire and guilt. Hye Jin met his gaze with a confident smirk, knowing she had won this round.
As the tension between them thickened, Eren knew he was standing at a precipice, and Hye Jin was the one who had led him there.
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