There’s something terribly sexy about having a man feed you.

Hey, y’all! My designer just sent over the first draft of my next book cover! It’s so stark and lush. I can’t wait for you to see it. Anyway, here’s an unedited snippet from my next WIP. This one leave’s off right after last week’s installment. Our heroine Sinna gets an unexpected visit from her new clients, and our hero takes this opportunity to have her eat from of his hand…

The picture is of Taiwanese actor Jasper Liu. He’s killing me in this drama called Before We Get Married. The dimples are devastating, and waiting for the next episode and the English subtitles is the most delicious kind of torture… You’re welcome!

XOXO,

SS

Sinna certainly didn’t. She was naturally lanky and tall and ruthlessly kept her figure in check with a veggie-based diet and few if any snacks. She’d cultivated her ‘uniform’ young, very little exposed flesh, and endless mixed media. Her friends affectionately called her the turtleneck queen, and while she loved high fashion, she enjoyed finding cheap one-off gems at TJ Maxx, Marshalls and other chain stores, and designed and made many of her own clothes.

She wore glasses for close work, intimidating but stylish stark black designer frames that looked heavy as hell but were actually as light as air, and her jewelry was always minimal. One ring, two at the most, post earrings, never anything on the wrist, and the only time she ever wore a necklace were the rare occasions that she showed more than a hint of cleavage.

Her long hair was never down in public. Instead she favored buns and ponytails. They were always either very high on her head or very low on her neck. She disdained all middle ground when it came to her personal style.

A skincare devotee, she rarely wore makeup beyond her signature red lipstick, black eyeliner and black mascara. She had nothing against makeup. She loved its ability to transform a look, and often commissioned the best makeup artists to work on her clients. But she figured if she had to pile on foundation and whatnot to hide bad skin, she was failing in other areas of life.

Her phone pinged with a text from Saint.

“Incoming? What does that mean?”

The doorbell rang.

She looked out the peephole. “Shit.”It was 501K with takeout bags. She opened the door.

“Hi!” Bik chirped, grinning. “May we come in, Sinna?”

She stepped back. “Please do. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“We brought you dinner as a thank you for your dedication to making us look good.”

They bowed, and she bowed back.

“Dining room,” she pointed.

Get back here. I should NOT be alone with them, she texted Saint.

10 minutes out. They called and asked me what kind of food you liked!!!

You shoulda told them I don’t eat! Hurry up.

You stupid.

No, she was cautious.

“We interrupt?” Tan

“Not at all.” Yes. She’d planned to get back on her email. “I just wasn’t expecting guests. We haven’t had a chance to go shopping. I can’t offer you much to drink.”

“We brought everything. Please don’t trouble yourself,” Bik said, waving a nonchalant hand.

“Will you sit?” Tan

Sinna sat. Then she got back up.

“Excuse me one moment.”

“Please don’t put your hair up.” Tan

She raised a brow.

“It is lovely down.”

“Yes!” Bik.

“You look soft.” Cong.

Okay.

She watched as they opened cartons, passed bowls and chopsticks and dished out the food.

“You shocked everyone throwing our clothes on the floor!” Bik laughed.

Someone must have tried to shush him in Korean, but he shooed them away.

“The members’ faces!” He held his middle, and Hyuk rescued his bowl when it tilted.

Ever the leader, Hyuk must have reprimanded him, but Bik just rolled his eyes. As the maknae, or baby, he could get away with a lot.

“You move fast!” Cong “Matching and organizing. Everything looks better already! It’s amazing.”

“Fabulous,” said Hyuk, obviously trying out a new word.

She offered a seated bow. “Thank you. It’s important for an idol to look his very best, and less is almost always more.”

Cong nodded enthusiastically. He turned to Bik and said something.

“He said he was going to buy some things online, but now he is not sure of his choices. Can you help?” Bik translated.

“Sure. We’d be happy to help.”

She’d put Saint on that. It was dangerous, as he’d already been eying the pretty, almost feminine looking Chinese man with the lavender hair. But thanks to the very conservative Korean culture it wasn’t appropriate for her to hang over his shoulder and chew over the fit of his pants.