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Chapter 15

Hanni's

It's time. Standing in front of my bathroom sink after a long day at work, I wince and inject my second trigger shot. Starting in twenty-four hours, I'll need to fuck Minji as much as humanly possible. I already scheduled a meeting with her but I'm feeling antsy, so I decide to triple-check.

As I reach for my phone, though, it rings on its own. A call from Minji. Surprised, I pick up and say, "Hello?"

"Hi, Hanni. I'm afraid something's come up at work."

My heart jumps into my throat. "What? What do you mean?"

"I have to go on a last-minute business trip to New York. I fly out tomorrow at noon and come back in three days."

"But that's exactly when I'm ovulating." I don't believe this. She can't just skip town now.

She sighs in a rush of static. "I know. I'm really sorry. I called you as soon as I could get a moment away. We only realized just this afternoon that there was a problem with one of our distributors, and I have to go straighten it out in person."

"Shit," I grumble. I try to think of a way around this but can't come up with anything.

She's been acting strange ever since the wedding. Well, that's not true. The wedding, the reception, and our evening in the hotel were all perfect. The weirdness started on the drive back to the city. Maybe this business trip is just a fabrication. Maybe she doesn't want to see me anymore.

I'm trying not to panic, but I can hear my pulse pounding in my ears as I pace. My throat is dry. It can't all have been for nothing this month, I think as I rub my fingers against my temples.

After a minute of silence as I frantically pace around my apartment, she says, "Maybe you could come with me?"

I stop wearing a hole in the carpet. "To New York?"

"Yeah, why not? I'd pay for the flight and hotel and everything, since I'm putting you in a tight spot."

I chew on my lip, relief rushing through me at the knowledge that she's not trying to get out of our arrangement after all. "I don't know. I can't just suddenly close my store like that," I reluctantly argue.

"Are you the only staff member or something?" she asks.

"No, I have an assistant, but—"

"Is he trustworthy?"

"Uhm.. a she, and yes, but—"

"Well, there you go. Isn't this kind of thing that assistants are for?"

"It's not exactly standard procedure to ask people to shoulder extra duties so their bosses can go get laid," I say dryly.

"You know what I meant. She can cover for you a few days without burning the place down."

I take a moment to think. But apparently I'm quiet for too long.

"So, what do you say?" she says. "It could be fun. I'd have to be in boring meetings for most of the day, but we could hang out after. Drinking, dancing, fine dining, whatever you want to do." Her voice takes on that sultry tone I find so hard to resist. "Of course, at night I'll be all yours."

The temptation to spend so much time with Minji—not to mention avoid wasting this month's ovulation—is just too strong. "Okay," I finally reply, rationalizing that it's not like there will be too many customers for So-Han to manage solo.

"Great," she says with genuine enthusiasm. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning at nine."

"See you then. 'Bye." I hang up, letting out a sigh.