Page 33 of The Breeding Cave
“Get out of my office,” I growled. “I came to warn you about Theo and the Colossals, not talk about my love life.”
“Love life?” Brent harped. “So, you’re in love with her now?”
“No!”
“Mmhmm. Sure. We’ll say that.”
“Brent, I swear to the fucking Goddess, you’d better?—”
Brent hopped up from his seat and walked to the door. “I gotta go anyway. Work calls.”
“Send Yeosin in,” I said to Brent.
He bowed his head with the biggest smirk ever, walked out of the office, and stopped at Yeosin’s desk. After leaning against it, he flashed her an innocent smile and crossed his arms, speaking quietly to her. She leaned forward and kicked her legs underneath the desk.
Her smile quickly faded to fear, and she lifted her gaze to look at me through my office window, eyes huge. After standing and straightening out her skirt, she smiled at Brent—I wanted to kill him for it—and turned toward me.
“You wanted to see me?” Yeosin asked, peeking into my office with those huge brown eyes.
After I gestured for her to come in, she stood in front of the slightly ajar door and pressed her full lips together.
“If this is about yesterday afternoon, I didn’t mean to run out like that. I?—”
“Miss Cho”—I clicked my tongue—“you were late this morning.”
Yeosin’s eyes widened, and she stiffened in front of me. “I know. I’m sorry!” she said with a slight bow of her head. It was as if she didn’t want to make eye contact with me anymore, like if she did, then I would know her dirty little secret. “It won’t happen again!”
While shaking my head, I walked over to the door and locked it behind her. My back was turned toward her, hers to mine, and I couldn’t hold back the smirk that crawled across my face. I was a terrible person for asking her a question like this.
But I loved watching her squirm for an excuse.
“Where were you?” I asked, turning toward her, her smaller body nearly trembling.
Suddenly, her cheeks blazed bright red, and she shuffled her feet. “I, um … I was …”
“You were …”
“I was … out!”
She pressed her thighs together, and I inhaled the scent of her arousal still lingering from this morning. I was sure I had made her come—not once, but twice—but her pussy was still wet for me. Smelling so sweet.
“With a guy?”
“No!” she exclaimed, dropping her voice. “He’s not just any guy. I was with, um …”
I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side slightly. “Hmm?”
“I was with my boyfriend.”
“You have a boyfriend?” I asked, the nickname making me feel … things.
“Sorta,” she said, her face scrunched. She wrapped her arms around herself, tearing her gaze away from me. “I forgot to set my alarm, and he snored all night, and?—”
What? Snored?
“I don’t—” I began, but stopped myself before it was too late. I cleared my throat and walked around toward my desk, leaning against the front of it and crossing my arms. I needed to change the conversation quickly before she caught on. “You weren’t off gallivanting through my building yesterday afternoon?”
“Shit!” she murmured so quietly that a human wouldn’t be able to hear it.
