#((NARA WITH SMARMY RICH MAN THAT KEEPS CHASING HER EVEN THO SHE'S LIKE NO SIR?!?!?!?!

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Nara One-Shot Drabble (Are they even called drabbles anymore? LOL)

How did she get into this mess? The video conference the week before had gone incredibly. She was sure she had this client in the bag. Surely he'd sign, she'd get the biggest deal in her company's history, and it would lead her down the road to becoming the company's next CEO. She'd finally be able to face her father head on. Surpass him and become more than he'd ever raised her to be.

Nara looks around the room. Dimmed lights. Fireplace roaring. A glass of wine in her hands. The evening had started strangely. What she'd thought to be a business gathering turned out to be a candle lit dinner for two? Okay. That was fine. Sometimes her business outings could be one on one, but she was sure he'd promised to bring other heads of his company out with him. Not just sure. Positive. As positive as the notes she's taken on her laptop in preparation of this event. And although it was her trying to win him as a client, he paid??

Okay. Everything about this night was unconventional.

Of course Nara had done extensive research on this client. She had even meticulously planned the evening, down to exactly what she'd say, but it was clear this man had other plans. Though, for now, she had assumed them innocent. Dinner. Wine. And he had said there was one more special event. She wasn't sure what that meant, until he'd put the key into the lock of his penthouse and led her inside. More candles. More wine. More confusion.

But she was committed. This was the key to her ideal future, after all. There was a lot she was willing to put up with to make that happen.

Famous last words.

The business man returns from a room that she can only assume was his master bedroom and/or bath. He'd said he was going to change into something more comfortable... Nara assumed that meant maybe a polo? Jeans? He's wearing a robe. He'd been fully dressed to the nines this evening. Tie. Pocket square. Cologne. The works.

And of course she was dressed to match. Heels, skirt, blazer. A perfect manicure and makeup to match. And of course, that signature ponytail.

He's so close now, finger tips twirling a strand of said ponytail as he leans in. "Nara," his voice is smooth and sultry. Her face is flaring red, sapphire eyes darting around the room for- an escape? But she wanted to seal this deal? Right?! "Do you feel that?" Nope. No. No no.

"F- feel what?"

"Our spark." Its horribly cheesy. But cheesy is all Nara knows. She's never been in any sort of relationship before, and the closest she's ever been is cramming ice cream into her mouth while binging romcoms on her day off. There's a part of her that feels like she should fall into the role of the heroine. A woman looking for love. But this wasn't one of her movies. And she was not ready for this after only meeting this man in person this evening.

Her body reacts before she can stop herself, hands slamming into his chest, spilling her wine all over him in the process. The deal is off, and Nara is off the couch in a second, awkwardly backing toward the door as he begins to disrobe.... revealing.... bare chest underneath. She shields her eyes. This is too much. It's all too much. "EXCUSE ME. IT'S LATE AND-" She practically squeaks as she rushes for the door.

He's faster, hand pressing the door closed, his chest pressed against her back as he whispers in her ear, "You're right. It's late. Why don't you stay the ni-"

Nara isn't a violent person. Honestly? She wouldn't even hurt a fly. But here, trapped in a corner (or between a door and a hard place in this scenario), her brain switches from flight to fight.

She whirls on him, slamming her fist into his cheek. It isn't that hard of a hit. She's an inexperienced fighter after all, but it gives her the just enough time to pry the door open as he stands there stunned.

Of course, you'd think that that would have given him the hint that she wasn't interested. Any man in his right mind would have left her alone after that brutal rejection. Yet the next morning Nara was bombarded with emails, and instant messages. Some apologetic. Some desperate. Some EXTREMELY INNAPROPRIATE.

How did she get into this mess?