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Aiden barely had time to knock before Sion pulled the office door open and yanked him inside with no warning.
"What—?!" Aiden was mid-protest when Sion pinned him against the wall, lips crashing onto his in a kiss that was deep, demanding, and wholly unapologetic. Aiden's breath hitched as Sion's hand slid beneath his shirt, fingers teasing the skin over his ribs.
"You're impossible," Aiden gasped between kisses, "It's your office—"
"I missed you," Sion said, voice low. "You didn't answer my texts for thirty minutes. That's too long."
"You're so clingy—"
"You love it."
Before Aiden could argue, there was a knock knock.
Sion's body froze.
"Shit," he muttered, then without warning, grabbed Aiden's arm and pulled him down. "Get under the desk—now."
"I'm not hiding under your—"
"Now, Ren," Sion growled, eyes deadly serious.
Aiden reluctantly slid under the desk just as the door opened.
Sion straightened his shirt and walked toward the entrance. His personal assistant, secretary, and three foreign clients stepped in. Everyone wore polite smiles, unaware of the chaos from a moment ago—except one person.
Midway through introductions, Sion's PA dropped a file and knelt to retrieve it. His eyes wandered—only to freeze when they locked with Aiden's under the desk.
Aiden placed a finger over his lips, silently mouthing, Don't. Say. A word.
The PA blinked, nodded slightly, and stood without a word.
Sion's sharp eyes caught it all.
The meeting dragged on, but Sion didn't move far from his desk. His legs casually caged the space where Aiden hid, almost as if daring fate to try him. His voice was steady as he talked business, but Aiden could see the slight smirk playing on his lips every time Sion pretended to stretch, letting his fingers brush Aiden's cheek or shoulder.
When the clients finally left, Sion turned to his assistant.
"You saw him."
The PA blinked nervously. "No, I didn't."
"Wrong answer," Sion said calmly. "You definitely saw him."
"I won't tell anyone!"
Sion's smirk widened. "Good. Now, if that old man—my father—starts asking questions, you're switching departments."
"I'll never breathe a word! I'm loyal, sir. Very loyal!"
"Loyal enough to erase the footage?" Sion asked, almost sweetly.
The PA's face turned pale. "I'll handle it."
Sion clapped him on the back. "That's what I like to hear."
As soon as the door closed, Aiden crawled out, brushing dust from his clothes.
"You're insane," he hissed.
"You're hot when you're panicking," Sion said with a wink.
"I almost got a heart attack!"
"You almost got caught," Sion corrected. "Which made it hotter."
Aiden glared. "You're not seducing me at work again."
Sion leaned in. "Give me twenty minutes."
Aiden turned on his heel. "I'm leaving before your dad shows up."
Sion grabbed his wrist and pulled him into another kiss. "Fine. But tonight—you're mine. And I'm not letting you hide under anything."
Aiden's cheeks flushed crimson. "You're impossible."
"But you still love me."
Aiden didn't reply, but the small smile tugging at his lips said enough.
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