Musical Suggestion: Fuckboy by Cat Burns
Outside, a black suv was waiting at the entrance. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the back window scrolled down. I could see his hazel eyes glow from the street light as he stuck his head out the window.
"Need a ride?"
"Depends?"
"Depends on what?"
"Where are we going?"
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes."
"Good," he said, opening the door and I entered. Mr. Park jumped back in and closed the door. "Proceed."
The driver started driving as if nothing happened. I looked at Mr. Park, he was texting on his phone smiling. I then pulled out my phone and started going through my emails. I could have pulled out the Noona phone but I wanted to see where this would lead to.
As I stopped paying attention to him or waited for him to give me attention and did my own thing, he became irritated. I smiled and covered my mouth to hide my giggle.
"What's so funny?" Curiosity was getting the better of him. I wasn't the typical, star-struck fangirl he was accustomed to, that's because he has found himself in 'grown-folks' territory.
"Nothing much. So where are we going?" I asked, sounding a bit irritated.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to get something to eat and figured you wouldn't mind joining me."
"I'm down with that."
"You are pretty much straight-forward, huh?"
"Yes, I try to be. Some people can't handle it though, so I have to be careful."
"What do you mean?" he said, turning towards me in the seat. I could smell his cologne and he looked good in his suit along with a pair of suede loafers.
"I have a habit of destroying egos." I said looking at him. He tilted his head as if to say, 'oh really?'. He squinted his eyes at me trying to figure out what I meant but he wanted to take on a challenge that he had no idea of the territory.
"I'm sure you just haven't met your match," he said confidently. I smiled slyly and realized that he wanted to test the waters.
"I'm sure I've met a few who thought they were, yet they found out otherwise."
"Ooooo, feisty." Park Chin-Hwa smiled as he slid closer to me.
I turned towards him crossing my legs; my short skirt lay beautifully against my thick, brown thighs. He looked at my legs and licked his lips. I stretched out my leg across his and he moved his hand slowly across my thigh.
"So how much do you think you can handle?" I called his bluff. I wanted to see if he was able to go all in.
His eyes got big and he swallowed hard. He wasn't used to a woman who knows exactly what she wants. He is usually the one in control and the one who takes the lead. Let me see if I can whip him into shape.
"Uh, what you got?" he said, trying to reassure himself.
I leaned closer, grabbed his suit jacket and pulled him closer to me until our breaths mixed. He looked startled but curious as I planted a kiss on his neck, just below his jawline. I leaned back to obtain eye contact. His hazel eyes danced with mine as he was thrown off but he enjoyed it a great deal.
I straddled him quickly in the back of the suv; he caressed my face as I ran my fingers through his hair as I sat upon his lap. I had taken off my jacket and sat on his lap in my short, white skirt and navy blue sleeveless tank.
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