Miss Reporter collapsed on top of him. Sweaty, exhausted and satisfied.
"Ooohhh… that was so good," she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his hard chest.
"It was," he said graciously. He caressed her smooth, damp back and kissed the top of her head.
"Yang Sejoon…"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Am I the best you've ever had?" she purred.
Honest answer: Hell, no!
She was generous and expressive during intercourse. He'd give her an 'A' for effort... and that's about it.
He'd had way better partners in bed. He could readily cite ten names right now.
But he knew that the least he could do was praise her, given the serious amount of energy she had exerted to impress and please him. Besides, it's dangerous to antagonize the press.
He opted to be wise and give her a fake answer. "Hell, yeah…"
She pushed herself up to straddle him, sitting on his abdomen in all her naked glory. "I can't believe I slept with THE Yang Sejoon."
"Must be your lucky day," he drawled.
She clenched her fists and raised her arms to the ceiling triumphantly. "I WANT TO SHOUT IT TO THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!"
Yikes! "That's not advisable, love."
She looked at him. "No?"
Sejoon shook his head. "Uh-uh."
She lowered her arms and ended up slouching. "Why not?"
He rubbed her belly gently, the same way he would pet a discontented cat. "Because it's unprofessional."
He could see that she was unconvinced. She wanted to happily brag about having slept with him and he wouldn't let her. He's mean. He's such a killjoy party-pooper!
"You've got potential," he explained tenderly. "There's a promising career ahead of you. Don't diminish your qualifications and ruin your well-deserved chance at success by being known as 'The Girl Who Slept Around To Get A Scoop'…"
Her face softened. She was touched by the advice which she mistook for genuine caring. "Executive Director Yang Sejoon-ssi."
"Yes, Miss Reporter Park Young Hee?"
"Did you…" She bit her lips and gazed down at him seductively. "…single me out from the crowd right away?"
Okay, here we go…
Women are all the same. Time and time again, Sejoon had proven this to be true. Bed them once and they'd suppose you've fallen in love with them.
"Yes, I did…" he replied.
His answer sent her self-confidence skyrocketing to orbit.
"Really?" She glowed. "Why? How?"
The simple truth was that she was easy to spot earlier because there were only THREE female reporters. One was too old. The other looked like a man. Reporter Park was the only normal-looking one. It's like spotting a flower in a shit pool— of course, he'd notice her!
He would not lie. But he decided he'd be kind. "You inquired about my aunt and I liked that," he said truthfully. "Plus, you had a great smile. And I like confident women."
Instead of appreciating his politically correct answer, she made a little pout. And Sejoon knew why. He knew the ins and outs of a woman's vanity. Like the predictable female that she was, Miss Reporter here wanted to hear that he was captivated by her beauty.
He brushed the hair off one creamy shoulder and then his fingers moved down... down... down... until they reached the proud peak of one breast. His thumb circled a nipple. "Would we end up lying in bed horizontally if I was not attracted to you?"
Her lips curled. "That's it? That's all you're going to say to me?"
F*ck this. I'm bored…
Sejoon tapped her thigh. "I have to go."
"What?" She panicked. "Already?!"
"I have to get back to the office." He made an effort to get up.
"Hold on!" She tightened her legs around him and pushed against his shoulders to pin him down. "You said you'd grant me an interview!"
"I gave you something better, though…" He gave her the lay of a lifetime. He raised a brow, daring her to dispute that.
She had no valid counter-argument so she pulled her last card…
"Awww… (sad face)... but you promised! (Sniff!)"
She looked so cute and her perky boobs were bouncing up and down. What kind of heartless bastard could turn down such a brave and glorious display of female pester power?
"Fine!" he surrendered. "Three questions."
"YAAAYYY!" (Bounce, bounce, bounce!)
"And no inquiries about the company, okay?"
"Agreed." She took a deep breath and fired away. "Are you in a relationship at the moment?"
"No." Ugh! Heaven forbid. He almost shuddered. "First question answered. Next…"
"Is it true that Yang Logistics is acquiring—"
"Stop." Sejoon gave her a warning look. "No questions about our company, remember?"
"Let me rephrase it then…" She leaned over to lick and suck his earlobe before huskily revising the question. "Is your company… growing again… hmmm?"
Her provocative interrogation evoked an instant reaction. Lust surged in him.
"Growth is inevitable with the company our size," he replied vaguely. He seized her hips to lift and position her where he could aptly demonstrate what GROWING and SIZE meant.
"Are going to be the company's next president?" she groaned.
He almost laughed at her persistence. "You don't know how to quit, do you?"
She gently shook her head. "I was taught to never give up. And it paid off. Just look at my prize…" She stared hard at him to try and find a flaw— but she failed. She could not help but touch his gorgeous face. What an incredibly handsome sonofabitch! Yang Sejoon was a devil for sure. Disguised an angel, no doubt he could make women commit the worst of sins. "I want an answer, sir. During the next shareholders meeting… are you going to be announced as the next President?"
"I can't answer that."
"Yes, you can."
"Sorry."
Yes or no?"
"I can't."
"YES OR NO???"
"I expect to be promoted," he revealed. "That much I can say."
Her eyes grew wide. She gasped. "So you are going to be the Pres—AAAHHH!"
In one swift move, he flipped them over so that she now lay underneath him. He pinned her wrists and lowered his head, speaking with lips hovering above hers. "I neither confirm nor deny."
"You will be the highest official of YLC soon," she declared with certainty. Her eyes were shining. She got a scoop… oh, wow… SHE GOT A SCOOP!
"How could you be so sure?"
She wiggled underneath him and winked. "Because you like it on top."
Smartass. He laughed.
"I have a few questions for you, too, my lady..." He parted her legs and settled himself between her thighs.
She whimpered and arched her back. "Ask away..."
"Do you like this?" He moved, impaling himself deeply.
"Yes…"
"And this?"
"YESSS…."
"And this?"
"YESSSS… OH... OH, GOD… YESSSS!"