Mrs. Right

Working Dinner

Mr. Yun picked me up at my office and together we went to the restaurant. When we arrived, I was a bit shocked. It was a fancy restaurant. I mean the kind of restaurant that requires a reservation to be made weeks in advance. After just a few steps in, I realized I was way underdressed. I could see the sneer on the maitre d's face when he looked at me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were going to a fancy restaurant. I'm not dressed appropriately."

"Nonsense. You look great," Mr. Yun tried to reassure me.

I looked around at all of the women dressed so elegantly and decided I was going to do my best to look like I fit in. I excused myself and went to the ladies' room.

Thankfully, I regularly carried emergency makeup in my purse and I had a horrible habit of not cleaning it out regularly. I found a pair of fancy-looking earrings in my purse from my last outing with my husband. They were heavy and uncomfortable to wear, so I had taken them off on the drive home. I took out my ponytail and combed and teased my hair with the hair pick, doing my best to rid it of the telltale wave from having my hair tied up in a ponytail all day. It helped that my hair had a natural loose curl to it. I carefully applied more eye makeup to go for more of an evening look and applied a dark red lipstick I had found. Finally, I removed my cardigan to reveal the sleeveless black sheath dress underneath.

I inspected myself one last time in the mirror and determined I was presentable enough. It was definitely an improvement from before.

Mr. Yun POV

She had been gone for a while and I was starting to get worried. I ordered wine for both of us while I waited. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of her copper hair moving toward me.

Damn. She was stunning. She had looked fine before, but now she was a fucking bombshell. Her dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her sultry blue eyes and red lips drove me crazy. Fuck. I wanted her. I don't know how I was going to manage to talk business with her while my mind was preoccupied with all of the things I was thinking of doing to her.

"Sorry I took so long."

"That's quite alright. Wow, Addy, you look amazing!"

"Are you sure? I did the best I could. I saw the way the maitre'd looked at me when we entered. I didn't want everyone staring at me and making you embarrassed to be seen with me."

"Oh, trust me. They're staring at you. The men are, at least."

"That's so sweet of you to say," she said coyly.

I leaned in and whispered, "And I'd say, 'Forget changing anything! Fuck what the maitre d' thinks!', but I'm enjoying the view too much."

She blushed and her skin turned pink from her face down to her chest. God, I wanted to see her skin flushed and sweaty from having my rock-hard cock in her.

"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered us some wine."

"I don't mind at all. Thank you."

She took a sip and set the glass back down, rolling the stem between her fingers and thumb. My dick started to harden as I thought of having those delicate fingers wrapped around it. I needed a distraction.

"So, how's your husband doing?"

Lucky bastard.

"Umm . . . he's busy back in the states right now."

I couldn't take it anymore. Fuck it! Fuck her marriage! If her husband was foolish enough to leave her here alone, I was going to take full advantage of it. Tonight, I was going to do everything I could to make her mine.