" Tell me you don't love me, and I won't ever show you my face. Push me away so hard that I'd stumble to even look at you. " He leaned closer to my face. " Push me before I kiss you, before I cherish every inch of you. " His palm traced my waist.
I...
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VESTA'S POV
I drank in the unfairly attractive vision that was Dr. Kim in his white shirt and black slacks, and Anna leaned over to whisper far too loudly in my ear.
"Oh my god, he's even hotter in person. I think I might actually die just from looking at him."
Her sultry tone made it clear those last words were anything but quiet. I choked as Dr. Kim's full lips curved into an amused smirk, his piercing gaze flickered between the two of us.
"Hello there." he greeted in that rum-rich voice. There was something about his tone, that was addictive. "And you must be...?"
"Anna Underwood, at your extremely thirsty service." my depraved best friend quipped with a smile.
2nd hand embarrassment. Literally.
He has a wife and here she's thirsting over him. Wow.
"My my, Dr. Kim, no wonder Vesta's been walking around in a constant daze. If I had a stepfather-in-law that looked like you, I'd have trouble keeping it in my meticulously-appointed pants too."
"Anna !" I hissed through gritted teeth, looping my arm through hers and forcibly turning her toward the door.
God , I want to bury myself 10ft under the ground. And never come back.
She laughed wildly, wiggling her fingers in an exaggerated wave over her shoulder as I shoved her out. "Alright, alright! I can take a hint, Vesta dearest. I'll leave you two to sort out your unresolved things all on your ownnn!"
The door slammed shut on her maniacal cackling. Pressing my fingers to my burning cheeks, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for the sweet release of death.
Surely Dr. Kim would just laugh this all off, right?
His deep chuckle reached my ears. "Well, she certainly seems spirited."
Slowly, I turned back to face him. He lounged casually in the middle of my living room, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his slacks in a deceptively relaxed pose. But his eyes told a different sign language, something darker, more dangerous.
"Please, make yourself comfortable, Dr. Kim. Can I get you anything? Coffee, perhaps?"
"Coffee would be lovely. "
I nodded stiffly and hurried to the kitchen, needing a few moments to gather my rattled composure. From the living room, I could hear the sound of him settling onto my couch, long legs stretching out languidly.
After I had his coffee prepared, I carried the mug back out with me, perching on the couch across from him. We sipped in silence for a few moments until his rich voice sliced through the silence again.
