The Boss Enrolled
Prologue
Yoon-ah’s eyes, without meaning to, scanned the big man who almost filled the doorway. She knew he was large, but she had never thought his body would be this fit.
He seemed freshly washed, heat still coming off him. His body looked like the trainers in gym ads—tight layers of muscle with no room for extra fat.
Realizing she had just looked over a man’s body from head to toe, Yoon-ah quickly dropped her gaze. At that moment, Young-won took a few long steps toward her.
“…I’m sorry, boss.”
His gentle, low voice carried a familiar scent.
Why did it smell familiar?
She dug through her memory and went pale. It was the smell that had soaked into her bed.
From then on her whole body began to shake. The memories from that night—blurred by alcohol—started to play back.
Late at night, Young-won had carried the completely drunk Yoon-ah into her home. Then Yoon-ah used her strength to push him down onto the bed.
And she climbed on top of the confused man and quickly took off her clothes.
Right then, a physical memory came back.
Under her hips was a hot, firm mound. That bulge was Young-won’s thing.
They were sitting with their most sensitive parts pressed together. Seeing a woman undress like that—as if saying, “Come and take me”—any man would react. Burning with shame, Yoon-ah’s face turned bright red.
“You’re crazy, Han Yoon-ah.”
To make it worse, he was a part-timer four years younger than she was.
While Yoon-ah’s lips trembled and she couldn’t get a word out, Young-won moved in close. Startled, she dropped the glass bottle in her hand. It shattered with a sharp clang.
As she tried to back away and leave, Young-won said,
“…Please don’t run away.”
…
A sweet smell of apple syrup spread through the room.
