Extract

“This isn’t funny…let me go,” Kim Hyoyeon exclaimed trying her hardest to push away the taller and, now evidently, much stronger man who held her.

“Do you know how many girls throw themselves at me every day?” he whispered his hands tracing the curve of her back.

She tried to pull away but he held her fast.

“Do you?” his breath was hot and ticklish against her ear as he whispered his question.

“A lot,” she answered still struggling against him.

He chuckled, “That’s about right,” his lips grazed against her cheek, “So why are you playing so damn hard to get?”

Immediately after the conceited question left his tongue something snapped inside Hyoyeon and of its own accord her foot shot out and levelled a hard kick at her captors shin. With a loud grunt he immediately released her and doubled over clutching at his injured leg.

“You may be a big shot idol Lee Donghae and you might have a hundred girls willing to throw themselves, quite shamelessly I might add, at you every day but whether you choose to believe me or not…I’m just not interested!” she replied.