Insatiable || MINWON

Mingyu

Wonwoo:

Be there in ten. 

I tossed a second pair of jeans into my overnight bag and smiled at the message that had just popped up on my phone.

As much as I didn't want to admit it, I'd been waiting for it all day. It was Friday afternoon, and the two of us were headed out of town for the weekend. Wonwoo had his big runway show, and I was happy to go along with him and spend a couple of days with him outside of the city, away from distractions—and from his friends.

Not that I didn't enjoy hanging out with them, but we'd had a pretty full-on week where every time we turned around we seemed to run into someone. So it was going to be nice to get away and just be.

Can't wait. 

I rushed around my tiny apartment grabbing the final few things I needed. Wonwoo had told me to pack light, which made me laugh, because I could only imagine the kind of luggage his friends usually brought for a trip out of town. But he had no need to worry with me—packing light was the only way I knew how to travel.

I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder, and after a final look around the small space, I pulled my door shut and headed downstairs.

The glare of the sun streamed through the door to my apartment building, so I flipped my sunglasses into place and stepped outside as the throaty purr of an expensive car filled my ears.

I looked up the street to see a sleek black roadster pulling up to the curb, and sitting behind the wheel was the man I was running away with for the next two days.

I didn't think Wonwoo could be any sexier than he already was. But put him in what I could now see was a Jaguar convertible, in a pair of Aviators, with his windswept blond hair all over the place, and the guy was every fantasy I'd ever had—and more.

The car drew to a stop, and Wonwoo slung an arm over the back of the red leather passenger seat and looked up at me, that million-dollar smile full of charm and confidence.

"Hey there, handsome. Wanna go for a ride?"

I stepped up to the passenger door, aware I wasn't the only one checking out the van or the man inside it.

"This is what you're picking me up in?" I ran a hand over the door. "I thought the van."

Wonwoo drew off his sunglasses. "What? You don't like my car?"

"Your car?" I figured he'd rented it for the weekend—or leased it. I'd never seen him drive anywhere, and I was surprised he knew how. A lot of New Yorkers didn't.

"I got it a few years ago. For my sixteenth birthday."

My brain exploded at the notion that anyone would own something so expensive so young, let alone at sixteen. "Are you serious?"

"Yep. Pretty sweet, huh? It's a 1962 Jaguar E-Type."

"Jesus. Who are you?" 

Wonwoo got out to open the trunk and winked. "A prince, baby."

I shook my head in disbelief and stored my bag, then climbed into the passenger seat. Wonwoo got back in, reached for the back of my neck, and pulled me in for a kiss. Greedy for a taste of that sweet-talking mouth, I swept my tongue along his lower lip.

Wonwoo hummed as he pushed away from me. "You look good in my car."

I chuckled, resting my arm on the open window frame. "I'm pretty sure anyone would look good in this car."