Holy cow! I'm on Google! I stare at us together. I look surprised by the camera, nervous, off balance. This was just before I agreed to try. For his part, Jungkook looks impossibly handsome, calm and collected, and he's wearing that tie. I gaze at him, such a
beautiful face, a beautiful face that could be staring at Mrs. Damned Robinson right now. I save the picture in my favorites and click through all eighteen screens... nothing. I won't find Mrs. Robinson on Google. But I have to know if he's with her. I type a quick email to Christian.
From: Lalisa Manobal
Subject: Suitable Dinner Companions
Date: May 31 2016 23:58 EST
I hope you and your friend had a very pleasant dinner.
Lily
PS Was it Mrs. Robinson?
I press send and climb despondently back into bed, resolving to ask Jungkook about his relationship with that woman. Part of me is desperate to know more, and another part wants to forget he ever told me. And my period has started, so I must remember to take my pill in the morning. I quickly program an alarm into the calendar on my BlackBerry. Setting it aside on the bedside table, I lie down and eventually drift into an uneasy sleep, wishing that we were in the same city, not two and half thousand miles apart.
After a morning of shopping and an afternoon back at the beach, my mother has decreed we should spend the evening in a bar. Abandoning Marco to the TV, we find ourselves in the up-market bar of Savannah's most exclusive hotel. I am on my second Cosmopolitan. My mother is on her third. She is offering more insights into the fragile male ego. It's very disconcerting.
"You see, Lisa, men think that anything that comes out of a woman's mouth is a problem to be solved. Not some vague idea that we'd like to kick around and talk about for a while and then forget. Men prefer action."
"Mom, why are telling me this?" I ask, failing to hide my exasperation. She's been like this all day.
"Darling, you sound so lost. You've never brought a boy home. You never even had a boyfriend when we were in Vegas. I thought something might develop with that guy you met in college, Bambam."
"Mom, Bambam's just a friend."
"I know, sweetheart. But something's up, and I don't think you're telling me everything." She gazes at me, her face etched with motherly concern.
"I just needed some distance from Jungkook to get my thoughts straight... that's all. He tends to overwhelm me."
"Overwhelm?"
"Yeah. I miss him though." I frown.
I have not heard from Jungkook all day. No emails, nothing. I am tempted to call him to see if he's okay. My worst fear is that he's been in a car accident, my second worst fear is that Mrs. Robinson has got her evil claws into him again. I know it's irrational, but where she's concerned, I seem to have lost all sense of perspective.
"Darling, I have to visit the powder room."
My mother's brief absence allows me another chance to check my BlackBerry. I have been trying surreptitiously to check emails all day. Finally - a response from Jungkook!
From: Jeon Jungkook
Subject: Dinner Companions
Date: June 1 2016 21:40 EST
Yes, I had dinner with Mrs. Robinson. She is just an old friend, Lalisa. Looking forward to seeing you again. I miss you.
Jeon Jungkook
CEO, Jeon Enterprises Holdings Inc.
He was having dinner with her. My scalp prickles as adrenaline and fury lance through my body, all my worst fears realized, crashing through me. How could he I am away for two days, and he runs off to that evil bitch.
From: Lalisa Manobal
Subject: OLD Dinner Companions
Date: June 1 2016 21:42 EST
She's not just an old friend! Has she found another adolescent boy to sink her teeth into? Did you get too old for her? Is that the reason your relationship finished?
I press send as my mother returns.
"Lisa, you're so pale. What's happened?"
I shake my head.
"Nothing. Let's have another drink," I mutter mulishly.
Her brow furrows, but she glances up and attracts the attention of one of the waiters, pointing to our glasses. He nods. He understands the universal language of 'same again, please.' As she does, I quickly glance at my BlackBerry.
From: Jeon Jungkook
Subject: Careful...
Date: June 1 2016 21:45 EST
To: Lalisa Manobal
This is not something I wish to discuss via email. How many Cosmopolitans are you going to drink?
Jeon Jungkook
CEO, Jeon Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Holy fuck, he's here.
***
I glance nervously around the bar but cannot see him.
"Lisa, what is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"It's Jungkook, he's here."
"What Really?" She glances around the bar too.
I have neglected to mention Jungkook's stalker tendencies to my mom.
I see him. My heart leaps, beginning a juddering thumping beat as he makes his way toward us. He's really here - for me. My inner goddess leaps up cheering from her chaise longue. Moving smoothly through the crowd, his hair glints burnished copper and red under the recessed halogens. His bright gray eyes are shining with - anger. Tension, His mouth is set in a grim line, jaw tense. Oh holy shit... no. I am so mad at him right now, and here he is. How can I be angry with him in front of my mother?
He arrives at our table, gazing at me warily. He's dressed in customary white linen shirt and jeans.
"Hi," I squeak, unable to hide my shock and awe at seeing him here in the flesh.
"Hi," he replies, and leaning down, he kisses my cheek, taking me by surprise.
"Jungkook, this is my mother, Chitthip." My ingrained manners take over.
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الخيال (فانتازيا)When literature student Lisa Manobal goes to interview young entrepreneur Jeon Jungkook, she encounters a man who is beautiful, brilliant, and intimidating. The unwordly, innocent Lisa is startled to realize she wants this man and despite his enigma...
