Cheryl
I paced back and forth outside Mr. Han’s home office, my nerves rattling. Anna’s "Lessons to Seduce Mr. Han" replayed in my head like a mantra. Step one: stop calling him Mr. Han. But I couldn’t just call him by his first name. And “baby”? That felt way too bold.
Taking a deep breath, I tiptoed to his door and gently pushed it open.
“Baby, I know it’s you. What’s wrong? Come in,” his calm voice cut through my hesitation, soft and warm.
I pushed the door wider and entered the room, my steps careful—not to be sneaky, but because the cold floor sent a chill up my legs.
“Oppa,” I said softly, wrapping my arms around him from behind and pressing a small kiss to his cheek.
He glanced at me with a faint smile. “Why would you call me that?” he asked, amusement lighting his face.
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