“Yeah? Everything okay?” she asks, keeping her gaze on me as she moves toward the couch.
“Yep. Thanks for checking. Did you have a chance to go over the…. the…” I have no idea what I’m trying to say. I’ve never been a good liar, and now I’m being put on the spot and can’t concentrate with the grip Sun’s got on me.
“The what?” Grace settles into the cushions, sitting back like she plans to stay a while. She’s grinning as though she knows exactly what’s going on and it suddenly occurs to me that she just might be the reason Sun always seems to know my schedule better than I do.
Heat flashes through my whole body at the warmth of Sun’s breath over the newly exposed parts of me that are definitely not office friendly. “Fii-les?”
Grace only barely manages to contain her laughter as she pretends to examine her nails. “Which files were those? I don’t recall you mentioning anything specific.”
I swat my hand around under the desk, trying to gently make contact with Sun and push him away. He manages to dodge it, but does back off a little. I’m relieved for half a second, until I feel his nose nudging along my thigh. Gripping the edge of the desk, I don’t even try to look in Grace’s direction. “It’s… fine. Fine. We’ll talk later.”
“Of course. You just got here. No need to talk business right away.” She moves like she’s going to leave, but instead adjusts her position on the couch. “You know, Seojun asked for the strangest thing today. Wanted to know if I’d make my mother’scawlrecipe. I’ve told you about that, right? The stew? And keep in mind, he doesn’t even like my mother. I’m pretty sure he’s only ever eaten cawl once. Maybe twice. And now he’s asking me to make it? You know I love trying a new recipe, but I haven’t even attempted to whip that up since we’ve been married.”
In the split second when I wonder if she plans to take abreath, she plows right on.
“Do you know how long that’s been? Twenty-three years! Almost as long as you’ve been alive!” she exclaims. “Like I’m just going to breeze down to the market and pick up the ingredients I’d need after work. I could, probably, but do I want to? No, not really. I was planning on jjajangmyeon and sesame bok choy, and maybe, just maybe, some soju tonight. But now he’s got me thinking about cawl, and I don’t want tomakeit, I just want toeatit. Should I call my mom? She had a cold last time we spoke, and, you know, every little thing is serious when you get to be as old as she is…”
There’s silence for a moment, and I realize Grace has stopped talking. I watch her stand and make her way to the door.
She gives me a look as she walks out, saying, “You boys have fun.”
The door closes, and I groan, embarrassed, but not nearly as much as I should be. Sun giggles from between my knees just before his tongue swirls over me.
Everything about this situation is insane.
Indecent.
But I’m not sure I care.
And that’s when I know this situation—and what I’m feeling for him—has gone far beyond anything I can attempt to control.
I’m about to let him do it—let my legs fall open further and push his head down until I can feel his throat flex around me. I give one more shaky gasp of resistance when my phone rings. Despite the haze of lust clouding my eyes, I can see it’s Grace, and I know she wouldn’t interrupt right now after basically giving permission to let, hellencouraging, this happen.
She’s speaking as soon as I connect. “They want you into the conference room. Sounds like Dylan is asking for you.”
“Thanks.” I end the call abruptly, because I have to make several things happen quickly, including getting Sun out fromhis hiding spot and making this erection disappear.
He’s literally pouting as he crawls from underneath my desk, clearly disappointed that his diabolical plan fell through.
“Don’t be like that,” I tell him as I zip my pants and try to make sure everything is in order. When I glance at him, he’s licking his lips, which is the last thing I need to see right now as I’m trying to calm down.
Sun scowls. “I just wanted to surprise you.”
“Mission accomplished.” As I stand up, he slides into my chair, taking my place. Unbidden, I have a very clear picture in my mind of bending him over my desk and taking him from behind right here in the middle of this glass aquarium of an office. I shake my head, but not before my brain supplies the possibility of doing it after hours, when no one else should be around.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, a devious grin on his beautiful face, like he knows what I was just imagining. “Should I come back later?”
“Maybe…” I don’t get to finish my sentence because Grace flings the door open, and I know I have to get moving. “Give me your phone.”
He looks confused, but unlocks it and hands it over, watching as I pull up a new note and type in a few numbers. “Should that mean something to me?”
“It’s the keycode to my apartment. Take some of your things over. Stuff you want to keep there. Pick a drawer or make some space in the closet.” I watch as his jaw drops, eyes going wide and maybe a little teary. I know the timing isn’t exactly romantic, but I wanted to put it out there and was tired of waiting. “You can surprise me again after work.”
“I can just be there? At your place? You’d let me do that?” His expression is incredulous, like he’s just completely overwhelmed by this sudden gesture.
Grace clears her throat from the doorway. “This is all verysweet, but Kija, go do your damn job.”
I focus on Sun for one more moment, trying to savor the happiness I can feel radiating off of him right now. “Yes,” I confirm. “I want you there whenever you want to be there.”
