Business Attraction

Chapter 18: Eye

Drunk Momo was a real flirt.

"You're pretty fucking hot, Detective," she says, her words slurred somewhat by the alcohol coursing through her system," see why my dear boyfriend here decided to indulge himself this afternoon."

Momo leans forward on the table of the small Seoul bar where the three of you are the only ones that remain of your party. Jihyo, to her credit, is a little less intoxicated than Momo, and still has the wherewithal to be embarrassed, believing for a moment that Momo was making an accusation.

"Oh my god, Momo, I... I didn't mean to-"

"Oh no, no, please," Momo quickly replies, "don't worry about it. While you were grabbing the last round, he told me all about your little liaison at the police station. It was pretty hot. And don't worry, I'm not the jealous type. Quite the opposite, in fact, when it comes to sharing him with other women."

"Is that so," Jihyo says, her tone suddenly dropping to a more seductive tone, "so what type are you then, Miss Hirai?"

"I'm whatever type my boyfriend needs me to be. And... maybe... whatever type you need me to be too."

Jihyo and Momo hold their eye contact for a few long seconds, and you had to admit you liked the sparks of mutual attraction you saw there.

"I'm going to hold you to that, Miss Hirai

Jihyo raises her hand and flags down a passing waitress, asking her for the bill

It was plenty late in the evening - or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it, when you finally found yourself back in your hotel room with Momo in tow... and behind her, her hands clasped in Momo's, is Park Jihyo, her bright smile still written all over her cute features, her round cheeks still pink with an alcohol blush.

How did this happen? At some point Choe, Seolhyun, and Jeongyeon had called it a night, and it was just the three of you left in the bar... and then Momo turned on her flirting game, and now here you were.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself-it had been a long week, with one traumatic experience after another. You deserved this.

You drop your hotel key card on the room's desk and start to take your jacket off, turning to find that Momo and Jihyo had already started the party without you, swaying slowly in each other's' arms, their noses barely touching, a sly, alluring smile on both of their faces, dancing to a tune only they can hear, where the band's instruments consisted of alcohol, youth, and a disregard for consequences.

It's Momo that makes the first move, of course, pressing her lips forward slightly until they meet those of the younger detective, who kisses her back with a slightest bit of hesitancy that might have been the last of her desire to not seem so easy. Momo deepens her kiss in response, and Jihyo doesn't resist this time, fully giving in, it seemed, to the older Japanese girl's advances.

You think about joining them, but you are happy to watch them make out in the small foyer of your hotel room, and so you lean against the desk and cross your arms, happy to play voyeur to the delicious looking act playing out in front of you.

Jihyo's arms wrap themselves around Momo's neck, and the Korean girl, fully happy now to indulge in what was happening, presses forward and pushes the Japanese girl against the wall of the foyer, bringing her hands against the wall and trapping her against it. All the while their makeout session continues, their eyes shut as their full attention is focused entirely on exploring each others' mouths.

You watch as Momo opens her mouth and slowly slides her tongue against Jihyo's lips; the Korean girl responds by offering up her own, and soon their tongues are duelling as their arms explore each others' torsos, Momo's hands caressing Jihyo's back over the skintight black shirt dress she is wearing, Jihyo's still entangled in Momo's long, dark hair.