More than a little annoyed, Sora glared at him. “Have you heard of the Cullen-Frost Bank, Sheik Leeteuk? One can purchase any currency desired back home.”

He considered her answer without comment, then returned his attention to the plane’s documents.

“There is not operations manual here.”

“The person who creates doesn’t need it.”

Leeteuk sat back, regarding Sora with inscrutable eyes. “Are you saying you are that person, Miss Kang?”

“Got it in one!” Sora said and smiled like a very sated cat full of canary.

“He smiled and very gently shook his head. “Impossible.”

It astounded Sora, what a smile did to his face. The genuine smile softened his hard, masculine features, making him all the more irresistible. Sora felt as though she were sinking in quicksand. Egads, but there was a hint of dimple in his right cheek! Recovering, she cleared and told her eyes to playing games on her.

“My being the designer of the Vixen may be unacceptable by your standards,” she manage to reply without any smugness, “but impossible, Sheik Leeteuk? No.”

“Where are the operations manuals?” he said, obviously not believing she was the plane’s designer.

“All of the vital documents for the planes are crated on my father’s jet. He’s a sticker for protocol and procedures. That means the manuals are in Kuwait. Shall we go there and have a good read?”

“How very short sighted of you.”

“Think so?” It was Sora’s turn to break into a smile. “I can’t keep thinking it was very farsighted of my father to insist on taking all the important junk with him. That way, he knew I have to tag right along beside him. The beauty of that is, you can’t start the Vixen without me.”

That impasse satisfied her. But she wasn’t satisfied with the growing attraction she felt brewing with each clue he gave of his true personality. Every blasted aggravation worked to make him more of a challenge, more fascinating to her already charge libido. She wondered what sparks would fly if she touched him, deliberately.

She had his face mapped and memorized. His voice was permanently imprinted in her mind, as was the hard muscular body she knew was beneath his clothing. In short, she had him fix and read. And what she saw, she wanted.

That revelation caused a sudden lurch inside her chest. Though Sora made every effort to retain her outer calm, internally, her body seethed with every-increasing awareness of him as a man. The attraction was dramatic and pronounce, disorienting. 

Blood hammered on her temples. Each of her senses sharped. Fingers ached to reach forward and touch. Ears tunes into the nuance and inflection in his voice. Her nose separated the subtle difference between coffee and after-shave. Her eyes were having a field day. Only her sense of taste was unsatisfied. She would bite her tongue from now own until doomsday before she’d give into what that sense wanted her to do.

“There are ways around any lockout,” he said smoothly.

“True. Can you program or reprogram a computer?”