As I walk by, I smack him on the ass as nonchalantly as possible, then hear the unmistakable sound of Grace and Sun giggling together.
Those two are absolutely conspiring against me.
But it seems to be working in my favor, so who am I to complain?
???
“I don’t know how you got in, or what you think you’re doing here, but as you can see, he is not in right now, so you are welcome to leave.”
I have no idea who Grace is talking to, but the fact that I can hear her well before I can see her doesn’t bode well.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
The other voice stops me mid-step, because Idoknow who that is.
“I am very aware of who you are, and that’s why I’m asking you to exit this office,” Grace snaps.
As much as I want to stay far away and let the two of them sort things out, I know I can’t do that. I take a deep breath and round the corner in a few lengthy strides, nearly colliding with Chaeji as I approach Grace’s desk.
Chaeji smiles at me like she’s been personally invited to invade my office space. “There you are!”
“Here I am,” I reply. “I obviously wasn’t expecting you, so what brings you here today, Chaeji?”
She gives Grace a taunting look that’s essentially theequivalent of sticking her tongue out, and Grace huffs from behind her computer screen. “I wanted to see you!”
“Why?” I question as she takes me by the arm to pull me away from Grace and shut the door. “I feel like we parted ways pretty clearly last time we saw each other.”
“That was forever ago,” she says, taking a seat on the couch and primly crossing her legs, hands folded in her lap. “Things can change. People can change.”
“So what brings you here now?” I lean against my desk, immediately thinking of how different this is from earlier in the day, when Grace was sitting where Chaeji is now and my only concern had been Sun’s perfect lips on my cock.
“I thought we could have a chat. Maybe try to understand each other a little better.” She tugs at the hem of her skirt, but I can’t tell if she’s trying to pull it down or expose more of her thigh.
Sighing with frustration, I briefly contemplate telling her I will call security if she doesn’t leave on her own, but that seems like making an unnecessarily big deal out of this. She’s not doing anythingwrong, exactly; she’s just aggravating. “I’m not sure what else there is to understand.”
“First, I wanted to apologize for my behavior on our last date. It was inappropriate and I should have done this sooner. Please forgive me, oppa.” She inclines her head enough it might be considered a bow, but I still bristle atoppa.
“I appreciate that. Thank you.” I nod in acknowledgement, hoping it gets her to move along. Whether she’s being genuine or not is debatable, though.
Chaeji is staring at me expectantly, waiting for something. When I don’t do anything else, she prompts me with, “Now you.”
“Now me what?” I ask, confused what it could possibly be my turn for.
“Say you’re sorry.” Her tone suggestions that this should nothave been something I needed to be told.
I laugh, because this is officially ridiculous. “You want me to apologize? For what? Not telling the gossip sites you’ve been lying about me? For not tipping off the photographers that you were basically staging everything? Or did I miss something else?”
Anger flashes across her face. It’s not a good look for her, and she seems to realize this, quickly regaining her composure. She smooths her hair and takes a breath, like she’s trying to find her zen. “I’ll have to accept that you don’t feel that’s necessary.”
“Because it’s not.” I begin walking to the door, ready to tell her she has to leave, when she stops me with another question.
“Are you still seeing her?”
It takes me a moment to recall that I had told her there might be someone else when we’d last seen each other. The night I’d gone driving around the city, trying to convince myself I didn’t want to kiss Sun. She obviously assumed it was a woman, which made sense as far as she knew.
Shaking my head, I reach for the door handle. “My personal relationships are not for public discussion.” It’s very much a dig at her, and I can see it lands from the way her whole demeanor turns cold again.
In what is truly terrible timing, just over her shoulder, through the glass wall of my office, I can see Sun approaching. Nikko is with him this time, thankfully, but they are carrying four drinks—two that I can tell are their own, and presumably one for me and one for Grace.
