"Is touching men's bodies a hobby of yours, Hong Eun-jo?" In a hotel suite, Eun-jo was inadvertently fondling a man's body. And not just any man—her subordinate, her time-limited fake lover, and the man who was soon to become the ultimate boss of the company. "What are you talking about! I was just wiping off the wine." "While groping my chest as a bonus?" "G-Groping?" Looking up with a flabbergasted expression, Eun-jo heard Tae-hwi murmur lowly, "You did it last time, too. "Th-That was because I spilled tomato juice..." "You used that as an excuse to touch me quite well, though." At his brazen remark, Eun-jo's jaw dropped. "What are you doing? The wine is still flowing." Eun-jo's gaze drifted downward from his chest. The red wine spilled on his white shirt was soaking into his stomach and spreading down to his pants. Staring trance-like at the dripping wine, Eun-jo snapped back to reality and reminded herself of their contract condition: 'Let's do everything except love.' And once again, she resolved herself: To successfully bring this romance to an end.