"Such an innocent peach.....my father and I have the power to rule the country. We also have the money to. You be a bad girl and we take away your father's money with just one meeting with his boss. It's super easy...I can do it right now, sweet che...
Ok, so I made it seem like I was going to come back at Hoseok with a really sexy, revealing, hot dress that would look 1000x better than the chick he was with and make him drool out of his mind....
I chickened out
But I still tried!
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It's still a party full of mature, smart business men and women. I don't need to dress like I'm going swimming.
Plus.....I liked the color.
And I don't care about Hoseok and whatever girl is with him. You know, I actually wish her luck.
I hold my bag to my chest as I wait for Seokjin's car to pull up in front of me.
Yes, he's picking me up. Isn't that nice of him? He also wanted us to wear matching outfits, but I already bought the dress before I saw his text. Oops.
Not that it matters since it's not a date.
Seokjin's white Lamborghini pulls up outside my driveway and he rolls down the passenger window.
"Oh! Is that Soo Emi?" He hollered with a teasing smirk. "You look nice!"
I looked down and quietly laughed.
"Come in, gorgeous! It's cold!"
I enter the luxurious vehicle and tried to be casual with pulling my dress down, so my thighs weren't too exposed.
His hand unexpectedly lands on my bare thigh and I hold in a yelp.
"You look great." He says, tone getting lower. "Very modest, and yet...not."
I swallowed back my awkwardness.
His hand seemed to be getting warmer and warmer and I just sat there frozen with my eyes on his HAND PLACEMENT!
"Y-You look good too, Seok-Seokjin. I love the leather you have on." I pointed to his jacket and he deeply chuckles.
"Aren't you cold, though, Emi? You didn't bring a jacket?"
I shook my head. "No jacket matched with this, so I may be cold, but at least I look good."
He turned back to the road and laughed out loud. He finally removes his hand and I let out a breath.
"Well, if you need a jacket." He winks and pats his chest. "I have one on me."
"Well, I don't want you to be cold either."
"How can I if this hot lady is right besides me?"
"Wouldn't that mean I'll be hot too?"
"Come on, I'm trying to be smooth." He pouts. "I'm trying to make you feel beautiful."
I smiled warmly. "I appreciate it."
*
The car zooms through the busy streets. We drive for a good 30 minutes to get to the destination. We pass downtown and the suburbs and yet, we're still driving.
