Mikaela parts his thighs involuntarily from the grinding, giving Ji-hoon more access. He can't take this anymore.
Ugh, this bastard! Watching me squirm like a whore on his lap with that smug grin, this is pathetic!
He grabs Ji-hoon by his necktie, wrapping it around his fist, tugging on it hard, making Ji-hoon groan a bit from the chokehold, "Don't you have any sense of decency? Pulling a stunt like this in the middle of the day in your office of all places?" Mikaela asks in a low tone voice.
Ji-hoon laughs slowly, "Mr. Miller, you can't be this slow. Why do you keep acting surprised? I'm sure Ola already made clear to you the nature of this role so why are you acting so dense? You were made aware of the requirements and you still stayed. Makes me wonder why…"
