One-Night With My Bestfriend's Brother (BFB)

Chapter 12: Table Trouble

(Kimberly’s POV)

"Hey....Jae-min you're not picking your calls....." Minho walked inside, cutting his sentence short as his eyes came to me. "DAMN!"

I turned around and found Minho standing by the door way.

“Minho?” I blinked in surprise.

“Kimberly?”

He practically jogged over, wrapping me in a quick, friendly hug. "Fancy seeing you here...what's up?"

I could see Jae-min getting uncomfortable seeing him hug me. He was obviously jealous.

"I am interning here." I hugged back and smiled at him.

“No way! You’re interning here? This is perfect! We have to go out tonight. Celebrate. Drinks, dancing, the whole thing!”

I smiled, relieved to see a friendly face. “Really? That sounds...”

“I’m coming too,” Jaemin’s voice cut in.

Minho turned, blinking like he just heard the world’s funniest joke. “You? Clubbing? Since when? You hate clubs. You said it’s a waste of time.”

Jaemin shrugged, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes on me, not Minho. “Plans change...people change.”

Minho looked between us, suspicious. “Did I miss something?”

“Nothing.” I laughed too quickly. “Nothing at all.”

Jaemin’s gaze didn’t move. His smirk stayed right where it was. “You should head out, Minho. I need to brief Kimberly on her tasks.”

Minho frowned but didn’t push. “Okay, sure. Just pick your calls alright....I need to discuss something with you....Kim, I’ll text you later.”

When he left, the air shifted.

“Stay away from him,” Jaemin said immediately, his voice dropping lower.

I folded my arms. “What?”

“Minho... He’s a player.”

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And you’re not?”

His eyes rolled, amused. “I’m nothing like him. Do I look like a player?"

I looked at him up and down. "Well..for the record..you're handsome and attractive, you're rich and you seem to have high-libido...sum that up and you have ...."

"What? How does that logic even work?" He said with a confused face.

I scoffed. “Right...I mean...We literally had a one-night stand. God only knows how many one-night stands you’ve had.”

He pushed off the wall, coming toward me, slow slowly like a cat stalking its prey. “You were my first, Kimberly.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure.”

He stopped just in front of me. “My first. My only. My last one-night stand.”

“Okay...if you insist...but that’s not romantic,” I huffed, stepping back, but my legs bumped into his desk. “That’s just creepy.”

“Is it?” He placed his palms on the desk, caging me in. “Seems to me, you like this desk a lot.”

I gasped. “What? No...I don’t...”

“Seems you like the table so much,” he mused, his gaze going down by body, then back to my flushed face. “Maybe you want to get reacquainted with it.”

“Don’t you dare...” I couldn't complete my sentence because he scooped me up so effortlessly I yelped, landing right on the desk’s smooth surface....AGAIN. My hands scrambled for balance as he stepped between my knees.

“Jaemin! Someone could walk in!”

His fingers trailed up my thighs, pausing at the stretched fabric of my skirt. He tugged just slightly. “This skirt,” he murmured, pretending to inspect it, “it’s a little tight, don’t you think?”

“Jaemin, I’m serious...”

Rrrrriip.

One single pull, my skirt tore in one clean sound. My mouth dropped open in shock.

“WTF Jae-min...You...You tore it!” I slapped his shoulder angrily. “This is like my uniform!”

“I’ll buy you ten more,” he leaned and whispered into my ears. His thumb stroked slow circles on the inside of my thigh. “But you’re not wearing them for anyone else.... Only for me.”

“Jaemin, please,” I begged, not sure if I wanted him to stop or continue. "Why are you always horny....always thirsty?"

"It's because of you...I don't get like this with anyone...just seeing you turns me on."

"Please Jae-min we can't do....."

"Shhh!" One finger came on my lips. His gaze locked on mine lustfully.

“Do you want me to finger you?”

I choked on air. “What?” I squeaked, my hands flying to cover my face.

“Do you want me to?” he repeated, as if asking if I wanted sugar in my tea. His thumb inched closer. “Say it, Cuppy.”

I shook my head furiously, cheeks burning. “You’re insane...we can't do this....get off!"

He leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of my ear and fingers touching my panties. “You’re soaked. Your body says yes.”

My whole body trembled. I was sure my heart had packed its bags and jumped straight out of my chest. But why did my body react like this to his touch?

“Someone might come in,” I whispered. "This is inappropriate."

“Then be quiet,” he breathed, pressing a feather-light kiss to my neck. "If you're loud, I'll cover your mouth."

I whimpered, trying to avoid his gaze that screamed he was obsessed with my body.

“You’re blushing so much, Cuppy. Are you embarrassed?” He dragged his nose along my jaw, savoring the heat radiating from my skin.

“Stop calling me that.”

“But you like it,” he chuckled. His hand inched higher. “So, do you want me to?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “This is a nightmare.”

“No. This is exactly where you want to be.” His thumb pressed into the gap through my pant, just barely, just enough to make me arch into his hand. “I can feel you begging already.”

I covered my mouth, terrified that any sound would escape.

His lips ghosted over mine. “Answer me, Kimberly. Do you want me to?”

His fingers lingered at the edge, waiting...Teasing....So close I could barely breathe.

My mind was screaming no.

My body was screaming yes.

And I had no idea which one he’d make me listen to.