Often all a hero and heroine need is a little push to kick things off. It could be a naturally seductive atmosphere. Maybe it’s forced or unusual proximity. Or, it could be a helpful nudge from the supporting characters. Maybe it’s all of the above. For a strong woman like Sinna who’s secretly lusting after a handsome younger man who’s also her client, a few shots of soju are as dangerous as they are powerful when it comes to advancing a forbidden romantic story…
In this unedited snippet that picks up where my last blog left off, we see our heroine loosen up a tad with the help of South Korean’s drink of choice. Our hero needs a little taste of things to come, and so do you, beloved readers, no?
Oh, the picture is South Korean actor Park Bo Gum. I recently enjoyed him in ‘I Remember You.’ He plays an absolutely delicious bad guy with his fine self.
Sinna rolled her eyes.
“I’ll meetcha’ll there.”
He hopped in front of her. “Put down the box cutter, punk!”
Cressida giggled, and Jon stifled his laughter in a cough.
“Get her purse,” he told her smiling assistant. “We out!”
After she told Saint to “order me something reasonable,” Sinna looked around the small tent restaurant with interest. She’d seen them in dramas. and after orders were shouted out to “Auntie,” and bottles of Soju appeared around the table, he leaned over and whispered, “Bitch don’t make me cut you.”
Sinna reluctantly put her phone into Cressida’s outstretched hand. She watched with longing as it went into the cross-body bag her assistant was rarely without, and accepted a small shot glass filled with clear liquor.
Toasts rang out – “Gambe!” – and she nodded. She was starting to understand what they were saying, she realized. Hmmm. Maybe she’d be fluent by the time she left Korea, she smirked.
She raised her brows at Tan. She hadn’t said a word when the 501K boys joined them, though she gave an innocent looking Saint the stink eye.
“I understand a little bit of what’s being said.”
He grinned. “Good!”
She nodded, and accepted the second shot. Three Soju shots later…
“501K, meet Happy Drunk,” said Saint. “This is our serious Sinna after a few cocktails. I’ve never once seen her angry while drinking. The only stage after Happy Drunk is Sleeping Sinna.”
Bik clapped his hands in delight. The other members smiled broadly, and Tan was transfixed.
“You used to be Saint,” she told Tan, smiling and cheerful.
He smiled back gently. “We switched seats so that I can feed you. Open.” He held out a bit of soondae.
“It’s not chicken feet?”
The members laughed.
“No,” he assured her. “It’s sausage.”
She accepted the morsel and chewed thoughtfully. She nodded and winked, and Tan felt his heart flutter in his chest. He held out a bit of spicy rice cake next, swallowing as he watched her lick her lips happily.
“You are very beautiful.”
He watched as a dimple appeared, and her almond eyes narrowed with her broad smile.
“Well, thanks, honey,” she nodded graciously. “You are too,” she laughed softly and leaned on his arm.
“Drink,” Saint ordered, holding out a glass of water.
Tan took it and held it to her lips. Sinna drank obediently.
“Shall we move this party?”
“Let’s go to our house,” Jon suggested, eyeing an equally slanty eyed Cressida who was also smiling and flirting gently with Hyuk. “Then we can control these two better.”
“Bet!” Saint agreed.
“Music,” Jon muttered once they were in the house.
“Before you have another drink, loosen this one up,” Saint told Cressida, and passed off his cousin.
“Come on, boss. Take your hair down,” she said once they were behind Sinna’s closed bedroom door.
“You know I don’t have my hair loose in front of others.”
“It was worth a try,” Cressida muttered.