"I was never that much into guys, let alone posers or vamps.
But he was the real thing and a force to be reckoned with.
And I surrendered without a fight."
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The night of the party changed things for us. There is a claim on the table. Or, at the very least, a request...
But what do I want?
I look at myself in the mirror.
What do I want?
My reflection only returns my confusion.
I need to get over this and claim what I want too. So... I will give him what he asked for. Myself on a silver platter.
My idea is potentially flawed but I am giving it a try. Because I have only to benefit in return. Right?
I grab my phone and dial his number. As always he answers on the second ring. Without any hesitation, I make my offer: "Dinner at my place tomorrow. What do you say?"
He sounds surprised by the invitation. "Dinner?"
"Yes, you do eat, don't you?"
"You know I do." I can "hear" him roll his eyes.
"And I... can cook, you know."
"I am sure you are skilled in many things, Mr Lee." The lilt in his voice is teasing. Of course. Now it is my turn to roll my eyes even if he cannot see me. "What time should I be there?"
"8 pm. I'll send you the address."
"See you then." He replies smoothly.
Well, now... what my vamp would like for dinner? Except me.
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The doorbell rings right on time.
"I'll answer, Mrs Kang." I inform my housekeeper and run to the front door. As soon as I open it I see Hyunjin standing there with a smile on his handsome face. His cheeks are a soft shade of pink, from the cold I guess, the weather is rather chilly. He wears a long black coat and a silk scarf, with some kind of colourful print on it, around his neck.
I watch him linger at the doorway.
"Do I have to invite you in?" I ask perplexed.
He chuckles. "I think you've been watching too many vampire flicks." I frown. "I do not turn into a bat, either." He adds trying to sound serious. "Although it could be useful, you know, to avoid traffic jams."
I roll my eyes as he finally walks in and straight into the living room looking around appreciatively.
"You have good taste Mr Lee." He lingers in front of one painting in particular. It is one of the pieces he donated to auction at the fundraiser gala. He turns to me with a big smile.
