MY CEO | RYEJI

1.

"I hate these things," Yeji mutters under her breath. She's stuck in a fundraising gala, and all because her mother just got a job at Seoul's medical department. She was supposed to be schmoozing the big wigs, but she's at the bar downing another whiskey rocks.

She turns to face the crowd, leaning against the bar and crossing her legs under her tight strapless red dress. It's a charming old building, plenty of history, plenty of room. She scans the crowd, and her eyes catch on a figure leaning against a nearby marble column.

It's not something Yeji sees everyday. A slender woman in a dark as night suit with a black button up, slightly glimmering red slim tie, matching pocket square. Long pants hugging her hips, ending just a bit short on purpose. Her feet are encased in supple black leather shoes, a slice of red socks peeking out. She lets her eyes travel back up. Her suit jacket is held together with one button, well tailored specifically for her, a hand on a whiskey glass, one in her pocket, casually nonchalant. When Yeji reaches her eyes she feels a heat touch her cheeks, but she doesn't look away.

Sparkling dark eyes are boring into her own, a devilish smirk on her full lips. Soon she's swaggering over, wearing a picture of confidence.

She extends a long fingered hand, and Yeji catches sight of a silver class ring and a diamond encrusted Rolex.

"I don't believe we have the opportunity to meet. Shin Ryujin," she says, voice a tick higher than Yeji had expected.

"Hwang Yeji. We haven't. I would remember you," she husks, lingering on the hand in hers before dropping it.

"Are you a UOS graduate as well?" Ryujin asks, leaning one arm around Yeji to rest on the bar, the other finding her pocket again.

"JJ Univ. I'm in Jeonju now. In a shoebox."

Ryujin laughs, she's never lived in a shoebox, but she can sympathize none the less.

"Seoul, as you know, then SNU Law. I live in Seocho, in a penthouse."

Yeji barely manages to keep her mouth from falling open, but Ryujin reads her face like an open book.

"May I get you a drink, Miss Hwang?"

Yeji recovers herself only slightly to nod, then Ryujin's leaning in, fingers trailing down her pale arm. Her head is swimming with Ryujin's perfume, or is it cologne, whatever it is it's more intoxicating than all the drinks in the world. It's Shiny with a hint of deep rose, and Yeji finds herself unconsciously leaning into her neck, back coming off the bar.

"A bottle of your best champagne," Ryujin calls to the bartender, a thick wad of hundreds placed down. All proceeds from the gala are going to Seoul's medical scholarship fund, but she'd spend any amount of cash on this gorgeous brunette.

Ryujin does the honor of popping the champagne, getting it in one try, and Yeji brings the bottle and Ryujin's hand to her mouth, sucking the bubbles overflowing then taking a long forefinger into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around it, and Ryujin feels her pants get a bit tight.