Lalisa Manobal is a 30-year-old math wiz with Asperger, who is determined to overcome her lack of sexual experience through practice. When Lisa hires a sexy escort named Kim Taeyhung to help her try everything from foreplay to complicated sexual pos...
"It's really bad to eat dessert first, you know," Lisa commented.
She knew she sounded pedantic and boring, but she couldn't help the nervous chatter spilling from her mouth. Her anxiety over clubbing had been escalating exponentially during the past week, and the main event was just hours away now.
Also, Taehyung was holding her hand.
Her palm sweated so badly she didn't know how he could stand touching her, let alone act like it was the most normal thing in the world. Oddly, she'd handled foreplay better than this—up until the end, that was—and she'd been naked for that. She couldn't blame her reaction on her usual aversion to touch. She liked Taehyung's touch.
As she and Taehyung walked down the busy Gangnam sidewalk hand in-hand, passers-by smiled at them. An old man in a newsboy cap winked at her.
They thought she and Taehyung were a couple.
Lisa would have laughed if she didn't feel like she was somehow taking part in a duplicitous charade. A gaggle of party girls in low-cut dresses flocked by, giving Taehyung double takes, then triple takes as they giggled into their hands and whispered to one another. They glanced at Lisa with open envy that she enjoyed even as she knew she didn't deserve it. Wearing a slate grey suit and black oxford shirt, he was particularly scrumptious-looking tonight.
"Here it is." Taehyung released her hand and held open the door for her as she walked into the old-fashioned gelato shop. Black and white tiles checkered the floor. Pink chandeliers illuminated display freezers filled with gelato and toppings. "What's your flavour?"
She could barely think about ice cream with his hand resting at the base of her spine like that. Did he know he was doing it? She'd seen men do that with their girlfriends. Lisa wasn't a girlfriend.
"Mint chocolate chip," she said.
"Really? That's my favourite, too. I'll get something else, then, so we can try something new." He idly rubbed her waist as he considered the gelato flavours, and her body heated with awareness.
"Wait, what do you mean by 'we'?"
A mischievous grin curved on his lips. "You don't want to share with me?"
The college-aged girl behind the counter stared at Lisa like she'd kicked a puppy.
"No, that's not it." Not entirely. After all the kissing they'd done, she knew it was silly to worry about germ transference. The fact was she'd made a detailed analysis of ice cream flavours, and she'd decided this one was the best in existence. "I just know what I like."
"We'll see about that." He tapped on the display case. "Mint chocolate chip for her and green tea for me."
Lisa wanted to pay, but he dug bills out of his wallet before she could pry the credit card out from the bodice of her sapphire-blue sheath dress. Once they were seated at a black wrought-iron table by the window, he dipped his spoon into his gelato, tasted it, and grinned a slow, wide grin as he slipped the clean spoon from his mouth and scooped out more.
"Oh, that's just ridiculous," she said. "You look like you're auditioning for a Chal Oksusu commercial. No one smiles like that after eating ice cream."
He laughed. "It really is good." His grin was out in full force, and, God forbid, did he have a dimple?
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