“Er, excuse me for a moment, Ms. Jung.” She walks toward her, and the engulfs her in a gorilla-like hug. My blood runs cold. It’s a primal response.

Get your ing paws off her.

I fist my hands and am only slightly mollified when Tiffany doesn’t return her hug.

They fall into a whispered conversation. Maybe Welch’s facts were wrong. Maybe this girl is her girlfriend. She looks the right age, and she can’t take her greedy little eyes off Tiffany. She holds her for a moment at arm’s length, examining her, then stands with her arm resting on her shoulder. It seems like a casual gesture, but I know she’s taking a claim and telling me to back off. She seems embarrassed, shifting from foot to foot.

. I should go. I’ve overplayed my hand. She’s with this girl. Then she says something else to her and moves out of her reach, touching her arm, not her hand, shrugging her off. It’s clear they aren’t close.

Good.

“Er…Yuri, this is Jessica Jung. Ms. Jung, this is Kwon Yuri. Her brother owns the place.” She gives me an odd look that I don’t understand and continues, “I’ve known Yuri ever since I’ve worked here, though we don’t see each other that often. She’s back from Busan, where she’s studying business administration.” She’s babbling, giving me a long explanation and telling me they’re not together, I think. The boss’s sister, not a girlfriend. I’m relieved, but the extent of the relief I feel is unexpected, and it makes me frown. This woman has really gotten under my skin.

“Ms. Kwon.” My tone is deliberately clipped.

“Ms. Jung.” Her handshake is limp. . “Wait up—not the Jessica Jung? Of BLANC & ECLARE?”

Yeah, that’s me, you .

In a heartbeat I watch her morph from territorial to obsequious.

“Wow—is there anything I can get you?”

“Tiffany has it covered, Ms. Kwon. She’s been very attentive.” Now off.

“Cool,” she gushes, all white teeth and deferential. “Catch you later, Fany.”

“Sure, Yuri,” Tiffany says, and she ambles off to the back of the store. I watch her disappear.

“Anything else, Ms. Jung?”

“Just these items,” I mutter. , I’m out of time, and I still don’t know if I’m going to see her again. I have to know whether there’s a hope in hell she might consider what I have in mind. How can I ask her? Am I ready to take on a submissive who knows nothing? She’s going to need substantial training. Closing my eyes, I imagine the interesting possibilities this presents…getting there is going to be half the fun. Will she even be up for this? Or do I have it all wrong?

Tiffany walks back to the cashier’s counter and rings up my purchases, all the while keeping her eyes on the register.

Look at me, damn it! I want to see her face again and gauge what she’s thinking.

Finally she raises her head. “That will be 19000W, please.”

Is that all?

“Would you like a bag?” she asks, as I pass her my AmEx.

“Please, Tiffany.” Her name—a beautiful name for a beautiful girl—flows smoothly over my tongue.

She packs the items briskly. This is it. I have to go.

“You’ll call me if you want me to do the photo shoot?”

She nods as she hands back my charge card.

“Good. Until tomorrow, perhaps.” I can’t just leave. I have to let her know I’m interested. “Oh—and Tiffany, I’m glad Miss Im couldn’t do the interview.” She looks surprised and flattered.

This is good.

I sling the bag over my shoulder and exit the store.

Yes, against my better judgment, I want her. Now I have to wait…ing wait…again. Utilizing willpower that would make Seohyun proud, I keep my eyes ahead as I take my cell out of my pocket and climb into the rental car. I’m deliberately not looking back at her. I’m not. I’m not. My eyes flick to the rear-view mirror, where I can see the shop door, but all I see is the quaint storefront. She’s not in the window, staring out at me.

It’s disappointing.

I press 1 on speed dial and Jongin answers before the phone has a chance to ring.

“Ms. Jung,” he says.

“Make reservations at Northern Lights; I’m staying in Incheon this weekend, and can you bring down the SUV, my computer, and the paperwork beneath it, and a change or two of clothes.”

“Yes, miss. And Charlie Tango?”

“Have Joe move her to PDX.”

“Will do, miss. I’ll be with you in about three and a half hours.”

I hang up and start the car. So I have a few hours in Incheon while I wait to see if this girl is interested in me. What to do? Time for a hike, I think. Maybe I can walk this strange hunger out of my system.

X

IT’S BEEN FIVE HOURS with no phone call from the delectable Miss Hwang. What the hell was I thinking? I watch the street from the window of my suite at Northern Lights. I loathe waiting. I always have. The weather, now cloudy, held for my hike through Forest Park, but the walk has done nothing to cure my agitation. I’m annoyed at her for not phoning, but mostly I’m angry with myself. I’m a fool for being here. What a waste of time it’s been chasing this woman. When have I ever chased a woman?

Jessica, get a grip.

Sighing, I check my phone once again in the hope that I’ve just missed her call, but there’s nothing. At least Taylor has arrived and I have all my . I have Barney’s report on his department’s graphene tests to read and I can work in peace.

Peace? I haven’t known peace since Miss Hwang fell into my office.

WHEN I GLANCE UP, dusk has shrouded my suite in gray shadows. The prospect of a night alone again is depressing. While I contemplate what to do my phone vibrates against the polished wood of the desk and an unknown but vaguely familiar number with an Incheon area code flashes on the screen. Suddenly my heart is pumping as if I’ve run ten miles.

Is it her?

I answer.

“Er…Ms. Jung? It’s Tiffany Hwang.”

My face erupts in a -eating grin. Well, well. A breathy, nervous, soft-spoken Miss Hwang. My evening is looking up.

“Miss Hwang. How nice to hear from you.” I hear her breath hitch and the sound travels directly to my groin.

Great. I’m affecting her. Like she’s affecting me.

“Um—we’d like to go ahead with the photo shoot for the article. Tomorrow, if that’s okay. Where would be convenient for you, miss?”

In my room. Just you, me, and the cable ties.

“I’m staying at Northern Lights in Incheon. Shall we say nine thirty tomorrow morning?”

“Okay, we’ll see you there,” she gushes, unable to hide the relief and delight in her voice.

“I look forward to it, Miss Hwang.” I hang up before she senses my excitement and how pleased I am. Leaning back in my chair, I gaze at the darkening skyline and run both my hands through my hair.

How the hell am I going to close this deal?