I need a little humor with my romance. Not too much – this isn’t a comedy – just enough to keep things interesting, you know? Life is funny, after all. Good fiction reflects life. So, romance novels should be many things: humorous, smart, sexy, hard, soft, and everything in between. Romance novels are no different. As a romance reader and a romance writer, I need the spice to keep my attention. Don’t you?
Sinna and Tan will have to overcome a lot before the end of this particular romantic tale, a jealous enemy, cultural differences, crazed fans. Omo! You trying loving a K-pop star. It ain’t easy! In this unedited snippet where the last blog leaves off, our heroine is still fighting the hero’s determined efforts to get her to go out with him. Let me know what you think!
Oh, and I’m sorry I was late posting. My dumb ass thought I had done it. Then I realized no, goofy, that was all in your head. Forgive me? I backdated though, ‘cuz I’m petty LOL. Love you madly!
The picture is of South Korean actor Hyun Bin. I’m enjoying him in Secret Garden. He is a mess, y’all. But he has great chemistry with the female lead. I can’t take my eyes off them.
XOXO,
SS
Perhaps someone said something to him, perhaps he just finally decided to make his move, but Tan asked Sinna out to dinner again.
Matching outfits with shoes, Sinna stared up at him. “What?”
“Have dinner with me.”
“Just me and you?”
“Yes.”
She laughed softly. Well, well. “Boy, please stop. I’m 10 years older than you.”
Tan shrugged. “I don’t care for your age, and I am not a boy.”
She rose, wincing as her back protested being bent over for so long. Tan helped her to her feet and patted her back gently.
Sinna’s head shot around. His hazel eyes were waiting for hers. It was the first time he’d ever touched her. He was still touching her. His big, warm hands curved neatly over her shoulders. She moved back. His hands tightened, then he reluctantly let her go.
“My apologies. I was too familiar.”
Sinna grunted. “It’s not a good idea.”
“Why?”
“Our age difference, we work together, take your pick.”
He shrugged. “It’s just dinner.”
“No, it’s not.”
He grinned. “Please?”
“Go on, girl.” Saint.
“We’ll finish up here.” Cressida.
“You haven’t been eating enough,” Saint fussed. “Your skinny ass is losing weight, and you’re gonna get sick you don’t watch out.”
“Take off, boss. There’s not much left anyway. You thinking the Vans for this ‘fit?” Jon. “Who gets the pink and who gets the blue?” It was the perfect segue.
Sinna pointed out the appropriate pairings, Saint handed off her sweater and purse, and Tan took her hand and led her away. She looked over her shoulder, eyebrows raised. All three of her employees were grinning and waving. Fools.
He didn’t speak as he led her from the building. In fact, he only looked at her once – when she removed her hand from his and made a point of looking around to remind him they were in public – and her raised brow faded at his look of happy satisfaction.
Tan wasn’t a demonstrative man. Koreans had a word, tsundere. It meant cold but warming gradually, or covering a warm heart. Tan was 501K’s tsundere mother figure.
He was also miserably shy in public. Hyuk was the oldest and the leader, but he deferred to Tan frequently, and they often watched over the others in a distinctly parental way.
Over the past few weeks she’d learned some of the nuances in his personality. Tan was a powerhouse performer, with a voice like a dark angel. He danced like a dream, and he was a wonderful actor. But his shyness was so severe he never put himself forward or spoke when the other members were there to do it for him.
He was also very motherly. Bik the baby, as her team referred to the maknae, frolicked around him like a puppy, and he tolerantly allowed him to hold his hand and pull him around and never got angry when he – or any of the others – bit his muscular arms and shoulders. She and Saint burst out laughing the first time she saw Bik do it, and he grinned at them unrepentant. Tan, ever stoic, said nothing.
He was on his phone quite often, but it seemed like he was handling business. He liked to pace while he talked, and he often referred to his iPad as though he was looking at documents or something. She was curious, but she resisted the urge to ask. It was none of her business.
Saint, seeing her discrete interest, began to harass her.
“Fuck him.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to?”
“Yes you do. Everyone wants to fuck him. He’s beautiful.”
“No.”
“No, he’s not beautiful?”
“You know he is, but I meant no, I don’t want to fuck him.”
“Yes you do.”
“How you know?”
“Because I’ve seen you watch him, and if you weren’t interested you wouldn’t pass him off to us to dress. You wouldn’t care.”
That’s what she got for working with her cousin who knew her better than anyone. “Whatever.”
“Fuck him!”
“Boy, would you lower your damn voice? I can’t believe you’re telling me to sleep with a frickin’ Korean pop star who’s also our client. He’s probably a complete whore.
“I can just see me coming down with some mysterious, foreign pussy ailment. I don’t speak the language, then I gotta mess with some judgmental ass Korean doctor. Hell, no.”
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