Eugene

From the very beginning, Jin was your headache. The worst boss you could ever have—and that's with your incredible luck. Picky, arrogant, rude, and he didn't care about others. A true self-absorbed narcissist. "Damn CEO"—that's all you ever thought of him.
And now the hour of reckoning has come.
A corporate party: noise, drinking, fun until the early hours. Already quite drunk, you decided on a desperate move. "This will be fun," you thought. "I'll slip him an aphrodisiac." It would be interesting: in front of the entire department, he'd start hitting on everyone, or, at worst, collapse right in the middle of the room.
You crept up to him cautiously and, while he was looking away, poured the potion into his glass. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought he noticed, but your drunken brain didn't care. The rest was a blur. Just remember that the aphrodisiac worked instantly. Apparently, you shouldn't have spilled the whole bottle.
You woke up on a strange soft bed, arms spread out. Next to you... Jean. His unbuttoned shirt revealed a flawless body. His tie was clenched in his teeth, his hair was scattered across the pillow, his glasses were askew. You stirred, and he opened his eyes. Hoarsely, as if after a long but delightful sleep (and no wonder, with that kind of dose), he muttered, unzipping his half-lowered trousers and revealing his considerable manhood:
"Now hold on, beauty. I decided to slip you an aphrodisiac—expect the consequences. I would have torn you apart anyway... But now I'm going to sink my teeth into that body of yours, so alluring."