You Were My Love

Scene 93 - Patient

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While his eyes darted up, he made the forty-year-old whiskey swirl in his mouth and warm his tongue before he let it burn its intoxicating trail down his throat.

On the second gulp, his eyes wandered on the appealing body curves and soft skin in front of him.

Bashful eyes down let him all leeway to watch.

Not that he would have minded though.

He wasn't exactly the type to bother or stop at that kind of social conventions.

No restraint as his orbs shamelessly roamed the beautifully arched small of the back, the gorgeous round shape underneath it, the toned-looking thighs whose inner part must feel so soft.

His hand rose towards what he desired to taste but at the last second, he landed it on the shoulder, letting it delightfully slide towards the upper arm.

Soft skin indeed, he smiled contentedly.

"Sit down."

The tone was inviting and kind, but it contradicted the lustful eyes and the greedy smile.

There could be no mistake about it and some kind of uncomfortable feeling set in while complying and settling down on the leather chair that had been pointed to.

Under worried eyes, he made that long-awaited phone call, speaking very casually, as though he was on his own; before he hung up with a very satisfied evil grin.

"See?" he looked in front of him again, asking for approval. "I told you he'd comply... Don't you fret now..." he rose to his feet and slowly walked around the piece of furniture, until he was close enough to caress the satiny cheek, triggering the hint of a flinch.

"Be patient now... Good things finally come to those who wait..." he concluded while walking a little further, until he was standing behind the other's back.

He eyed with a lustful gaze the prefect shape of the nape.

How its lovely line curved then rounded on the shoulders.

And he breathed in the pleasant fragrance rising from the smooth skin and the silky hair.

"Thank you, Sir."

The words and the intonation sounded grateful.

But despite the smile, the eyes clearly remained distant.

"No, no, child, don't 'Sir' me!" he chuckled. "Call me 'abeoji' and I'll call you 'Mei Zhen- ttanim,' alright?" he grinned at her.

She smiled politely and slightly bowed, but said nothing as she rose to take her leave.