May 1, 2020
Book Two of the UNDONE series, following unrivaled
Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest security experts in the country and he is working to keep his boss's company out of crisis. He is not alone. His friends are all professionals and d...
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He contemplated calling Tae for help and moral support, but deep down he knew he needed to do this for himself.
He wanted this night to be about being real, comfortable and relaxed, his true sef with Lyra. And as shallow as it might sound to others, to him that meant picking out a new suit that expressed the man he hoped to become.
He smiled at that. He quickly silenced the nagging thought that he was also gathering information about her and her activities at the company.
He was giving himself permission to do what he had not done in ages, to shut down his suspicions and just enjoy things with Lyra as they unfolded.
Something had changed lately. Lyra had him thinking of his responsibilities as a man.
He was thinking more and more about the way a man treated a woman. She had him thinking about the pleasure of deeply and intimately coming to know one woman. He was wondered what that would mean.
Those were pretty heavy thoughts for Saturday morning. He showered and dressed in casual clothes and went looking to find a new suit for the Gala, wrestling with how he wanted to present the "new" version of himself.
It did not take long for him to tire of shopping. Maybe he should have called Tae in the first place.
Everything started to blur into the same look or style. How many black suits could one store have?
And then there were the sales clerks, men and women, over eager to "assist" him, touch and comment about his body. Really, how many times did he need to be "measured". He excused himself as quickly as he could and fled the store.
Damn it, now he needed a drink.
He popped into the first pub he came to and grabbed a bottle of Soju to enjoy on the sidewalk terrace.
He sat in the sun observing the people as they passed. Watching people, predicting their actions, catching snippets of conversations, all these things were second nature to him.
Soon he had relaxed enough to try again.
Lyra had only seen him in his rumpled playboy accountant persona.
He closed his eyes for a minute and thought how he wanted to look for her.
He wanted to look sophisticated. He wanted her to think he was handsome.
He wanted her to make that little sound she always made when she was close to him. That was the sound he wanted to hear just before he kissed her.
He imagined how her mouth would feel beneath his, how she would taste. He drew a shuddering breath and forced his mind back to the sidewalk terrace.
He could not dwell on those thoughts for the next week or he would drive himself crazy.
Dragging himself from the heady haze, he reminded himself of his task. As he looked up the street a small storefront caught his eye.
