Epilogue

Meet Mr. Jung Yunho. . . .

Dammit! At this rate, I’d really look like a lunatic by the time she gets here. What the hell am I supposed to say? I’ve been waiting for years to meet you. Last time I saw you, you were just a little girl. Way to give the girl creeps, Jung.

I want her to like me, not to make her scared of me. I’ve been waiting for this too long to screw it up. Rubbing my face with my hands in frustration, I silently curse my employees. What the hell are they doing with her?

I’m about to reach for my shirt when there’s a knock on the metal door. Ouch! That must be hurt. I can’t help but to wonder who is on the other side of the door.

“Come in.” I say, still a bit amused.

The door is pushed open and my breath catches in my throat.

Jesus Christ!No one warns me before what kind of beauty that I’d have to face. This is still the little angel I’ve seen years ago, but this also a grown woman, a very beautiful one. She knocks the air out of my lungs when her beautiful dark eyes roam up my body. I feel like she’s caressing me with her eyes.

hangs open in a cute way. “Sorry. Wrong room.” She says once she gathers her composure and retreats back.

“Stop.”

She stops midways. Spine straightened, face masked with professional expression, she meets my eyes squarely. I can feel myself wanting her instantly . . .in my bed, on her back, legs splayed open for me. Down boy. My mind right away forms a plan for seduction.

Just to intimidate her, I put my hands on my waist, acutely aware of my topless situation. As what I’ve been expecting, her dark eyes drift downwards. I hide my smug smile behind my stern