When a man wants you he will do whatever it takes to get you. He’ll chat, answer questions, negotiate, be persuasive, spend money, all that good stuff. In this unedited snippet from my latest WIP – which picks up where last week’s left off – Tan comes straight to the point while on his first date with Sinna, and can I say, he came to play no games. Let me know what you think!
Oh, the picture is of South Korean actor Jo In Sung. I just watched him in A Frozen Flower. May I say, he does flexible very well.
“Why do you hesitate?”
Of course he picked up on that and not her refusal. Men.
“What’s the point?”
“Do you mean why bother?”
“We might be well matched. We might fall in love. We might marry, build a life together.”
They also might cause a huge fucking scandal where he’d lose everything, and she’d be sent back to the States with her team in disgrace.
“That’s very romantic.”
“You are not romantic?”
“No,” she said, truthfully. “That’s not an adjective anyone has ever used to describe me.”
“I think you could be.”
He nodded. “You are a successful business woman. You just have not made time for romance.”
True. “Are you romantic?”
“Yes. To you I will be for sure.”
She laughed softly, and they toasted their drinks.
She was surprised how easily the conversation flowed as they ate. She was even more surprised by how readily she participated. Sinna knew she was a mistrustful bitch, and didn’t give a shit. But she wasn’t compelled to watch every word with Tan for fear he’d glean something he could use against her later.
When the conversation meandered around to work, and he said, “I trust you” in response to a planned departure from his usual style, she believed him. Of all the members, he was the easiest to dress. He rarely made a peep when she wanted to try something unusual. He was always masculine, straightforward and neat, but she discovered that he liked little extras, and the right ones made him shine.
With that in mind, she designed a leopard print face mask for him to wear while traveling. She was waiting for the tour to officially begin to give it to him. If it worked out – and why wouldn’t it – she had a manufacturer lined up to produce a line of them, all subtle prints that complimented some facet of each members’ appearance, and of course, limited edition. Exclusivity sells, she told Saint.
“Opportunist,” Saint said, laughing.
“Really? I prefer to think of myself simply as a businesswoman.”
He bowed. “And a damn good one, cousin mine.”
“Thank you,” she said now. Then, “So, is it common for K-pop acts to be dens of homoerotic activity?”
He looked so shocked she laughed, and soon he joined her.
“I think it’s more that members spend so much time together, they get to know each other so well. We are all we have in many cases because our lives are quite regimented, quite,” he searched for a word.
“Isolated,” she offered.
“What does that mean?”
“Separate from others.”
“Yes, exactly. And many men prefer the company of men,” he shrugged. “Everyone thinks that Bik has a crush on me.”
She knew that. Fans “shipped” Bik-Tan hard. There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of fan-made YouTube videos devoted to their skinship. She’d watched more of them than she’d ever admit to.
“No. Not the way the public thinks. He likes me so much because I remind him of his mother.”