"No, that's not what I mean. What I – "
"What you want to understand is why you don't seem to remember me and why I wouldn't tell you," Yunho Jung finished her words and Jae frowned.
Sitting on the man's lap was a bad thing. The closeness made her feel the other's heat making her body feverish with her desire coming to the surface, with Yunho's scent fanning the heat into flames and she felt fear.
"I think I'm going home," Jae announced as she pushed herself back to her feet before her legs turned completely into jelly.
Business could wait. It was one thing to be devoured by the vultures of the trade— it was another thing to be consumed by her own tumultuous feelings. The enemy at the moment was not NBC but her own desire— her want which she was desperate to deny regardless how tempted she was.