Emily’s POV
The town car pulled up to the curb just down the street from my office building, a discreet distance away from prying eyes. The lunch, the conversation, the terrifying agreement to meet his family—it all felt like a surreal dream that was about to crash into the stark reality of my cubicle and my looming deadline on the von Oberhaus piece.
Jin got out first, ever the gentleman, and came around to open my door. I slid out, my legs feeling like jelly. The bright afternoon sun was a harsh contrast to the warm, intimate gloom of the restaurant.l
“Thank you for lunch,” I said, my voice still a little unsteady. I clutched my bag like a lifeline, unsure of the protocol. A handshake felt absurd. A wave felt too casual. What was the proper way to say goodbye to your fake-turned-potentially-real-but-still-terrifyingly-complicated billionaire boyfriend after he’s just invited you into the lion’s den of his fa
Emily’s POVThe town car pulled up to the curb just down the street from my office building, a discreet distance away from prying eyes. The lunch, the conversation, the terrifying agreement to meet his family—it all felt like a surreal dream that was about to crash into the stark reality of my cubicle and my looming deadline on the von Oberhaus piece.Jin got out first, ever the gentleman, and came around to open my door. I slid out, my legs feeling like jelly. The bright afternoon sun was a harsh contrast to the warm, intimate gloom of the restaurant.l“Thank you for lunch,” I said, my voice still a little unsteady. I clutched my bag like a lifeline, unsure of the protocol. A handshake felt absurd. A wave felt too casual. What was the proper way to say goodbye to your fake-turned-potentially-real-but-still-terrifyingly-complicated billionaire boyfriend after he’s just invited you into the lion’s den of his fa
Emily’s POVThe restaurant was nothing like the opulent, hushed gallery from the gala. This place was all warm wood, bustling noise, and the incredible, garlicky smell of real food. It was a small, family-owned Italian place tucked away on a side street, the kind of spot you’d only know about if you’d lived in the city for years. There were checkered tablecloths, Chianti bottle candles, and the low hum of a dozen conversations. No one looked twice at us.It was the last place on earth I would have expected Baek Jin to choose.We were seated in a quiet corner booth, a basket of crusty bread between us. I was hyper-aware of everything: the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his forearms; the way he studied the simple menu with the same intensity he’d probably give a multi-billion dollar merger agreement.“This is… unexpected,” I finally said, my voice sounding too loud in the i
Emily’s POV I have ignored at least four of Jin’s calls, but I need to figure out my situation before I dig a bigger hole for myself, which means speaking to Kevin. I couldn’t tell Chloe the truth, so I came up with the most magnificent (but not very believable) love story I could think of. It was cheesy, stupid, and I’m sure once I tell Jin what I had to say, he is going to strangle me. He is probably already plotting my demise after I ran out on him last night. And the necklace. God, the necklace. David had tried to hand me the velvet box as I’d fled the car, and I’d practically thrown it back at him like it was a live grenade. Now, standing outside Kevin’s office, I felt like I was walking the plank. My stomach was a tangled knot of nerves and leftover adrenaline from the kiss. I could still feel the ghost of it, a brand on my lips that no amount of scrubbing would remove. I took a deep, shaky breath and knocked.
Jin’s POVThe phone rang four times before clicking over to voicemail. The sound of her generic greeting—a cheerful, professional tone that was so utterly at odds with the flustered, passionate woman who’d just fled from me—was a special kind of torture.“You’ve reached Emily Carter. Leave a message.”Beep.I ended the call without speaking, my grip on the phone tight enough to strain the casing. The silence in the back of my town car was absolute, a stark contrast to the riot in my head.She ran.She’d looked at me with those wide, shocked eyes, seen God-knows-what on my face, and she’drun as if I were a monster. As if what we’d just done was something to escape.The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, a silent question. I gave a sharp, almost imperceptible shake of my head.Not yet.We didn’t move. I sat there, parked down the street from her ap
Emily’s POVI…I…I’m kissing Jin Baek!Wait, no.He kissed me!I’m sure I’m going to wake up any second now. It must be a dream because there is no way Jin Baek decided to kiss me.And what did he mean by I’m driving him crazy?!But I was not dreaming, this was reality, and Jin’s lips were against mine. The worst part, he was a great kisser. Kis lips moved with practice eased as they devoured me. His tongue started pushing as he asked for permission, which I gladly granted.One of his hands slid from my cheek to the nape of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted me. The other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the solid wall of his chest, how his heart beat increased, matching my own.I kissed him back. I couldn't help it. My hands slid up from his lapels to curl around his neck, pulling him closer. A low groan rumbled
Emily’s POVThe air in the main hall was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of wealthy anticipation. Jin led me to our table—front and center, of course—his hand a firm, impersonal pressure on my lower back. The space where his fingers had curled around my neck, where his thumb had stroked my skin, felt like it was on fire, a brand hidden beneath the emerald silk.I tried to focus on the auction, on the polished auctioneer and the glittering items being paraded across the stage. But my mind was a reel of the moments just passed—the heat in his eyes, the rasp of his voice, the devastating almost-kiss. Prove that one night with me wouldn't ruin you for any other man. The challenge echoed, a dare that made my blood hum.Then, a new piece was presented: a necklace. It wasn't the largest or most ostentatious piece, but it was exquisite. It was a delicate cascade of diamonds and pale blue sapphires that looked like frozen starlight. It was