Phatsavee — CEO of Perfectionist Spec. A woman with years of experience, impeccable technique, and plenty of finesse. No lessons needed!
Tawhan — A fresh graduate who got the job through connections and landed a position as the secretary right outside the president’s office. Zero experience. All she knows is that her first love is sitting inside that room, looking intimidating as ever!
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"If you keep staring at my mouth," Phatsavee narrowed her eyes, flashing a triumphant look,
"I’m going to assume you’re begging for a kiss."
"I am not!" Tawhan shrieked, shaking her head frantically.
Phatsavee smirked, deciding to let her off the hook. She reached over to her designer handbag beside the sofa, popping it open to pull out a sleek gold lipstick tube.
"Hold still."
The clipped order came as she pulled the cap off. Phatsavee used her fingertips to gently tilt Tawhan’s chin up. Slowly, deliberately, she dabbed the soft red tint onto Tawhan’s thin lips, which were still slightly swollen from the night before.
The creamy texture glided across her mouth at an agonizingly slow pace. Tawhan sat completely rigid. Her breath hitched when Phatsavee’s thumb softly brushed the corner of her mouth to blend the color. That sudden, impossible tenderness completely contradicted her boss’s dictatorial personality. It made Tawhan’s small heart ache with how fast it was beating.
Those sharp eyes inspected the handiwork before looking up to meet Tawhan’s gaze.
"Strange," Phatsavee murmured right against her lips.
"When this color is on you... it looks entirely different."
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