Chapter 3
Tae
I waited for Nari like a stray dog in the waiting room. I'd booked the appointment close to lunchtime to ask her out. The only problem was I hadn't expected her to run out on me like she did, and when she came back into the room, she hadn't looked once at me. I considered asking Google for tips when I saw her come out of the room I'd been in.
She froze when she saw me, and my bastard of a heart melted as I saw her cheeks turn bright pink again. I stalked her day and night for almost six weeks, in person and online. I knew her fashion style, favourite food, music, books and which movies she'd recently watched. I went through her family and friend's profiles and didn't find a single mention of a man, like ever. If it weren't for her reaction to me, I'd think she might have been a lesbian.
Shit. Was she a lesbian?
Kwan always teased me and said I was pretty, but what if I had the wrong equipment for her?
"Hi," I said weakly as I realised we stood staring at one another.
"Hey," she said as she lifted her hand to wave at me before she frowned and pulled her hand down.
"I was wondering if—" I began to say.
"Yes," she said.
"What?" I asked, confused because I hadn't finished my question.
The dentist appeared behind her and sighed. He pushed her out of the room, and she shuffled along. My eyes narrowed on his hands on her arms, but he dropped them as soon as there was enough room for him to get out of the room.
"She is done for the day. You can have her," he said as he walked towards the receptionist. "You'd make cute babies together. Make sure I'm their dentist."
Nari made a weird, strangled noise that seemed to last a long time. She looked innocent in white, but I think she would suit any colour. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, making her look younger than her twenty-four years. I'd never seen a picture of her without a smile. Even as she walked to work, her smile was in place. My eyes ran over her petite frame as I pondered on the dentist's words.
Yeah, we would make cute babies together. Miniature versions of Nari. Our children would be beautiful.
"May I take you out for some lunch?" I asked softly because I didn't want to spook her any more than what she was.
Especially when I was thinking of fertilising her eggs.
Her eyes remained focused on my abdomen before I noticed her close her eyes for a moment then she lifted her head up. She had a strange expression on her face. I glanced down at my shirt to see if I had any stains on it, but it was clean.
"Sure," she said in a strained voice.
I didn't know why she was acting the way she was, but it didn't stop me from grinning widely because she had no idea what was ahead of her.
My eyes tracked her as she raced past me and the reception area towards a door in the back. She looked adorable in her uniform. I couldn't let my impatience get the better of me. It was worrying when I began to have vivid dreams about her. I obsessed about my work, but I'd never been entranced by another human.
The thought of touching her flawless, soft skin was enough to turn me on in the most inappropriate situations. I closed my eyes and willed my dick to go down. Under no circumstances could I fuck this up.
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She was much shorter without her heels, but it only made me feel more protective of her. After the horrid experience of the dentist touching her, I knew I would have little patience for anyone trying to hit on her. As we walked down the street, she pulled her coat closer together until I grabbed her hand to pull her to face me.
Her eyes searched mine as I began to back her towards the wall as people continued to rush past us. This was always the pace of London streets, but I didn't want to have my driver around us today. I smoothed her multicoloured scarf down and began to button up her coat. If there were a hell, I would have been destined to go there, but I didn't care.
"Um, thank you," she said awkwardly before she quickly looked away, but I held her chin with my thumb and fingers that grazed her jawline.
"Why aren't you wearing gloves?" I asked as I gazed into her eyes.
They were triangular, to begin with, but much larger and more prominent than mine, especially when they began to bulge as my body pressed against hers.
"I-I forgot them…at home," she said breathlessly as her lips remained parted.
I fought the temptation to taste her. The need to ravage her perfect lips was overwhelming, so I reached for her hand to take my mind off her mouth. Her fingers were freezing. I weaved my fingers through hers and stuffed my hand into my pocket.
"I may need to take your number so I can remind you to take them every day," I murmured as she glanced down to where I had stuffed her hand away.
"I-It's okay. I will remember," she said as I began to pull away from her.
"Are you going home after this?" I asked as we resumed our walk.
"No, I have to go to class for a bit," she said as her fingers relaxed around my hand.
"How long until you finish your studying?"
"It's likely to be two and a half years. What about you? What do you do?"
"I have a couple of companies, but they are interlinked. Construction and a building supplier," I said. "I have a smaller subsidiary company in Seoul."
Her face softened, and she smiled, but it was wistful.
"I miss my grandparents," she said. "Do you go often?"
"It can depend on what projects are ongoing. Do you know Seoul?"
"Yeah, my Mum's family is from there, and my Dad is from Yongin," she said as her smile brightened. "They are forever bickering about whose city is better."
I'd seen her pictures from past visits, and she posted some older ones. She had a normal, loving family here and in Korea. My grandmother would eat her alive within seconds. Then again, if she had a great-grandchild, she might be less of a bitch. I could see where my Dad got his assholery from.
"Is your family from Seoul?"
"Yes," I said with a sigh.
I didn't want to discuss my family with her, not when I knew she had a sickeningly sweet family. They were all very touchy-feely, which would work in my favour. I think I would sit right next to my little cherry blossom when we got to the restaurant.