Dara’s raised an irritated brow at Jaejoong. “No, you stay. It’s just the restroom.”

 

 

 

       Instead of answering her, he looked at Jjangmae seriously. “You. ing. Stay.”

 

 

 

       Jjangmae swallowed and backed away.

 

 

 

       “I’m the one who’s paying him, not you,” she grumbled.

 

 

 

       “Dara, what’s wrong with you?” Bom asked again.

 

 

 

       Oh crap!

 

 

 

       Jaejoong held her elbow firmly and practically dragged her away from the table.

 

 

 

       “What are you doing?!” she hissed at him.

 

 

 

       “Your cam boys better be rolling because this is gonna be epic.”

 

 

 

       “What? What do you mean?”

 

 

 

       He just grinned.

 

 

 

       “Jaejoong, I’m going to the restroom.”

 

 

 

       “You hold it in.”

 

 

 

       “What? I can’t!”

 

 

 

       He was leading her outside the restaurant. Thank goodness it was near midnight there were only a few diners inside. Most were probably in the bars or casinos, drinking and dancing the night away.

 

 

 

       “Then again we probably don’t need your cam boys.”

 

 

 

       As they approached the elevators, they saw a throng of people waiting, too.

 

 

 

       “Wait, where are we going?”

 

 

 

       “Why, to your suite, baby.”

 

 

 

       “W-why?”

 

 

 

       He gave her a dirty grin. “So you can pee.”

 

 

 

       “I don’t need to go up there. The restroom in the restaurant is fine.”

 

 

 

       “But it won’t allow me into the ladies room.”

 

 

 

       Her breath hitched in at the sudden rapid beating of her heart. “Jaejoong, no. Let’s just go back to our table.”

 

 

 

       “You just wanted to avoid me by going to the restroom.”

 

 

 

       “No…I…”

 

 

 

       “You can’t avoid me, Dara. You can’t escape me and you know what, I’m done with the freakin’ chitchat. Let’s go.”

 

 

 

       “Jaejoong, wait—”

 

 

 

       “Don’t torture yourself. I know you’re dripping wet for me.”

 

 

 

       “I’m not—”