She Couldn't Be The One, Right?

Before she could get inside her room, he stopped her by the passageway and held her against the wall.

"So this all meant nothing to you? I am just a job to you?"

When she hissed at him and started to push him off, he merely held her by the waist, raising her off her feet. "I'll prove you wrong. I need to show you I mean more than a job to you," He said as she tried to wiggle free. "I've always wanted to do this anyway," He said, lowering his head.

"Take your hands off-" Her command was swallowed with a surprised moan against his mouth. She had not expected Tan to move so fast.

Neither had she realised his hands were so big or so soft nor that his mouth would be so delightfully tempting, doing wonders to her senses as it crushed down on hers with the sweet smell of wine clinging to his breath.

She pushed against him in protest, but it was ruined by a throaty little moan which escaped her lips as they slightly parted, demanding more.

It was the wine, and it just had to be the wine that made her feel so light-headed, clinging and holding on to him as the kiss deepened.

She tasted better than everything he had ever wanted. Her mouth was hot and wet, demanding more. He had fantasised about this all week since the moment she set foot on his property, and it had only gotten worse after his first taste of her lips.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed her body gently against him, he lost his mind.

"I want you." He tore his mouth from hers to gently rain kisses all over her neck. "Damn it all! You've always known I wanted you," He said as he crushed his mouth to hers again.

He had always desired to have her like this, needy and eager for him. His body pulsed with the need to be in her, to be one with her. And he knew if he gave in to it, he would take her right there and then and lose her after all was done.

Instead, he slid his hands upward from her waist to cup her boobs and used his thumbs to knead gently on her boobs until her eyes went dark with need and closed in pleasure as throaty moans escaped from her parted lips.

Her whole body was on fire, and she couldn't think. All she wanted was to feel him all over her doing wonders to her body. She ran her fingers through his hair, demanding more. She wanted as much as he could give.

Then he stepped away from her while holding onto her arms, looking down at her with eyes shining brightly. He said, "When I eventually make love to you, you will be wholly mine."

She opened her eyes and suddenly felt embarrassed by the wanton attitude she had just displayed. She pushed him away from her as she rearranged her clothes with what little dignity she had left. "Don't you ever lay your fingers on me, Kim Tan," She said, as her face burned bright red, a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"I'm going to do more than lay my fingers on you. I'm going to make you mine," He said, caressing her chin.

"You will come to me when you're ready. Maybe not today, but you will. Until then, goodnight," He said, kissing her lightly on her forehead as he walked into his room, leaving her standing with her mouth agape.

He kicked himself immediately after he entered his room. What in heaven's name had possessed him to say and do all that? He knew her outright rejection of his love had hurt his ego, but he had gone too far.

Tan exhaled deeply. He had never been one who could handle rejection, and neither was he one that cared about how people received him, but he wanted her to want him too.

Nana walked into her room and fell on her bed. What had she gotten herself into? She never knew she could have such desires as Tan evoked in her.

Her emotions were messed up. She blamed the wine. No, it wasn't. It was time she stopped passing blame; this was all her. She was attracted to Tan. Who wouldn't? He was so sweet, big, challenging, and funny. Yes, he could be very annoying, but so was she.

You have a boyfriend. A voice in her head reminded her. Good Lord! She exclaimed as she closed her eyes. She had momentarily forgotten all about Ji-Tae; how was she going to face him.? She turned her face into the pillow as she called herself all sorts of names.

She was going to leave quietly after the wedding tomorrow. She didn't want any goodbyes. She needed to go back to her life and forget all about this week. She would erase it from her mind, and with little luck, her life would return to the way it was.

She'd go home, clear their debts, and go back to her job and her boyfriend. She wondered why she felt a little heartbroken as she made plans. She would Miss Tan, no doubt. But This wasn't her life. She had to return to it.

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Mrs Kim's Assistant, Choi Min-Jun, stood by the airport reception area. He had no idea what Mi Cha looked like. He held up a placard with the name 'Kim Mi Cha' written on it as he awaited her arrival at the airport.

Her flight had been cancelled the previous day based on lousy weather, so he was sent to pick her up in place of Mrs Kim, who was preparing to attend the wedding.

Soon the incoming flight was announced, and the passengers were trooping into the airport with their luggage. He looked around, waiting to see her.

Someone caught his attention, a tall and slender-looking gorgeous lady with a mop of pixie-styled haircut; she was a living wet dream in Victoria's Secret lingerie. She licked her lips as she looked around as though waiting for someone.

He had momentarily forgotten to raise the placard he was holding; he just watched her as she walked lazily down the aisle to the airport gate area. She sat in a chair, crossing her long legs prettily as she took out two phones from her bag as though she was checking for a text or something. Looking at her, he could tell she was a model.

She wore a baseball cap, a worn black leather jacket, torn jeans, and time-kissed cowboy boots. She raised her arm to check her watch impatiently, and that was when he realized no more passengers were trooping out.

She couldn't be the one, right? He hadn't spent more than ten minutes checking out his boss's daughter, had he?