'So what do you think?' Mr. Lee asked you. After lunch, he had told you he wanted to take you into the garden to show you something. Now the both of you were standing in the garden, looking out on a flat horizon of grass about the size of a football field.
'It's very... grassy?' you answered, not really sure what he was expecting.
Mr. Lee laughed. A warm pleasant sound.
'Yes I know it's very grassy,' he chuckled, 'That's why I wanted your opinion. I've been thinking a lot about what to do with it but I just can't think of anything except maybe a pool or something,'
'Actually, I think a pool would be nice,' you said thinking out loud. 'Maybe a large deck around it for sunchairs, part of it covered. Maybe a jacuzzi,'
'Wow, look at you Miss Creative,' Mr. Lee chuckled.
You punched his shoulder teasingly.
Lunch had really done both of you well. It was so easy to talk to him about casual things, like the weather, your favorite foods, movies you had seen recently, etc.
Mr. Lee had been right. It felt like the two of you had known each other for years.
The two of you went over ideas together, some more serious than others, using small stones you could find as cornerstones and blueprints.
By the time the plan started to become more concrete, it was already getting dark.
Mr. Lee checked his watch.
'Time flies when one is having fun,' he said smiling. 'Hmm, I don't really feel like cooking tonight. You good for takeout?'
You nodded in agreement. Your father rarely ever let you order food as he was a very suspicious man.
'Any ideas?' Mr. Lee asked you.
'If we a start brainstorming about this too, no-one will be eating tonight,' you joked. 'Let's just get whatever you like best,'
You were curious to taste his favorite food anyway.
About an hour later, the two of you were sitting on the couch, the remnants of what was your dinner on the coffee table.
'That was really good,' you sighed happily, feeling fulfilled. 'I didn't expect you to be a fan of chicken wings,' you giggled
'Oh yeah? What did you expect?' Mr. Lee asked raising one of his brows.
'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'something fancier I guess?' you said eyeing his somehow still spotless suit.
'I can do fancy,' Mr. Lee grinned. He walked over to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
'Do you drink?' he asked as he held up the glasses. You nodded.
He poured the both of you a drink and held up his glass to you.
'Here's to our first project together,' he beamed.
'Project?' you asked, not sure what he was talking about.
'Our garden?' he said raising both his eyebrows now.
'Our...' you repeated the word as it felt strange to you.
Mr. Lee chuckled to himself.
'How many times do I have to tell you, you're mine. Which means this house, the garden, and all the other stuff I have, is yours too,' his voice was low and soft and it made your cheeks flush.
You swallowed to compose yourself and raise your glass to his.
'To our first project together,' you said, clinking your glass softly against his.
'May there be many more,' Mr. Lee smiled.
You were halfway through your second bottle when you started feeling fuzzy and giggle.
'You know - you know what I wanna know,' you said grinning as you poked a finger in his chest. As time had passed the two of you had gotten closer and closer to each other on the couch. With the alcohol running through your veins, many of your boundaries and morals had melted away like snow in the sun.
Mr. Lee looked from your finger against his chest to your face. There was a cute and playful smile on his lips. Ones that you'd love to touch...
'What would you like to know? Mr. Lee asked.
'What I would like to know is,' you paused to blink a few times as your eyes were getting sleepy, 'I would like to know, why did you ask me, back then right? Why did you ask me, before you too me? Why did you ask me if I was a virgin? What kind of pervy question is that?' you snorted then giggled.
Mr. Lee looked away from you pressing his tongue against his cheek, the corner of his mouth turned up.
He clacked his tongue before looking back at you.
'Well,' he said, trying to contain a grin, 'there were two reasons. The first was because I wanted to upset your father. Make him think I might do something to you,' he said pausing for a second.
He took your finger in his hand and put it back on your own leg, bending over in the process so that his face was very close to yours.
Without thinking you held your breath.
God his features were so perfect. Even up close.
'And because from the moment you stepped into that room I was absolutely smitten by you. And I was curious. I wanted to know whether someone had already touched my girl,' he whispered in your ear.
Your heart was racing at top speed. Your cheeks felt hot and your core felt like it had been zapped with electricity in a good way.
You wanted him so bad.
'Well,' you said, trying your best to sound alluring, 'I'll have you know that I am very pure,' you pouted slightly. 'I've never even had an orgasm,' you sulked.
Mr. Lee's eyebrows shot up and his mouth hung slightly open. It was a funny expression.
But before he could even respond his phone rang. He closed his eyes in frustration and took it out of his pocket, pressing it against his ear.
'What?' he said, his voice icy. Mr. Lee leaned back as the person on the other end of the line talked to him. The increase of the distance between you two made your heart cry out for him, but you sat back as well, knowing not to disturb someone on the phone.
'I don't give a shit whether they know or not,' Mr. Lee said agitated, he got up from the couch and started to pace around the room.
You took another sip of your wine as you watched him.
'Well, then, tell them if they back out I won't refund their investment,' Mr. Lee said rubbing his eyes.
You took a deep breath, the hotness around your lower body, slightly subsiding.
'God fucking dammit. Alright then, tell those idiots I will come over tomorrow at 9 a.m. to talk it through with them personally,' Mr. Lee spat into the phone.
He looked over at you and added; 'Oh and Banghae, if you ever call again around this hour, I will fire you,'
You chuckled and closed your eyes. You felt incredibly sleepy sitting there in the comfort of the pillows on the couch.
'Sorry about that. Let me get you to bed,' Mr. Lee said sighing.
'It's fine, I'm not tired,' you spoke trying to hide a yawn but not really managing to.
Mr. Lee chuckled.
'You can't fool me Y/n. I can see you're tired. Let's get you to bed now shall we,' he said, walking over to you and unexpectedly picking you up from the couch.
'Oppa!' you shrieked startled as he lifted you into his arms quickly and in one go.
'Oppa?' he said looking at you in surprise.
'Sorry,' you muttered, feeling your face pinken again for the umpteenth time today, 'it just kind of slipped out,'
'No, it's fine,' Mr. Lee said breathlessly. 'I like it, keep it,'
You looked up at his face, his expression slightly smug.
And...
Was that...?
A blush on his soft cheeks?
Or maybe it was just the alcohol that blurred your vision.
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