And then she gets on her tiptoes and reaches over my ear... "I'm not who you think I am," she whispers, her breath tickling my ear and I lose myself in her intoxicating scent. Mark Tuan had never been so flustered in his life. He was always the cool one. Always silently sitting at the side, observing everyone around him. But then she came back and had to ruin what was left of his little peace. She who can't be named, all in her tanned skin brilliance and witty, snarky comments. He didn't want to kill and praise someone so much in his life, never once showed so much emotion over something. Until she came along and turned everything upside down. Mark was seriously going insane. "I'm in trouble," was all he could say. "This is it. I'm done for."