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Chapter 1
Prologue
Yoon-ah’s eyes, almost against her will, swept over the large figure standing in the doorway, filling it almost completely. She had always known he was broad-shouldered, but she had never once imagined that his body would look like this.
Fresh from the shower, Yeong-won radiated heat. His frame looked like something off a gym advertisement—muscles defined with precise detail, each curve and line leaving no room for softness.
Realizing she had just traced every line of a man’s body with her gaze, Yoon-ah quickly lowered her eyes. But before she could compose herself, Yeong-won strode closer.
“…I’m sorry, boss.”
His deep, mellow voice carried a familiar scent—one that made her chest tighten.
Why does this smell feel so familiar?
Searching her memory, the answer struck her like a blow. Her face went pale as she realized—it was the very scent that lingered on her bed.
From that moment on, her body began to tremble. Memories she had buried under alcohol haze came rushing back with merciless clarity.
That night… Yeong-won had carried her, dead drunk, into her apartment. He had gently but firmly laid her on the bed.
But then—she had climbed onto him in a flustered rush, stripping her own clothes away.
The memory burned brighter. She could still feel it—the heated mound beneath her, pressing against her. Yeong-won’s body had reacted instantly, hard and undeniable.
Of course it had. Any man would, when a woman straddled him, bare and unashamed, practically saying:
“Come and take me.”
The shame seared her. Yoon-ah’s face flamed red, her mind screaming at herself.
“You’ve lost it, Han Yoon-ah.”
Worse still—he was younger than her. Four years younger. Her own part-time employee.
Her lips trembled, unable to form words. And then, Yeong-won closed the distance between them, his body heat pressing against hers. Startled out of her skin, Yoon-ah dropped the glass bottle she had been holding. It shattered with a sharp crack.
She stumbled back in a panic, desperate to escape, when his voice stopped her.
“Don’t run away.”
The words froze her in place. Around them, the sweet scent of apple syrup spread slowly through the air.
