Page 10 of Ruthless Touch

“So,” I say after a couple seconds, “are you going to tell me your name, or will I have to think of you as the beautiful feline all night long?”

“Jamie,” she answers still with a hint of a smirk. “And yours?”

“Gun-woo. But Gun is what most call me. What brought you to Seoul, Jamie?”

“I’m here for work.”

“And what do you do for work? And play too, of course.”

“For work, I tie up loose ends.”

“And for play?” I prompt.

She sips more of the plum tonic, then looks me in the eye, hers twinkling. “For play? Depends how messy I’m feeling.”

“Funnily enough, that perfectly describes what I do. I think we have more in common than we realize, Jamie.”

“I think you’re right. Maybe it’s fate.”

I chuckle at the overt sarcasm.

In the time we’ve been chatting, the atmosphere in the club has only grown more electric. The music has turned darker and more seductive, the synth-driven beat throbbing like a pulse through the space.

If Jamie came to meet someone else, they’ve yet to show. If she wanted nothing to do with me, she’s yet to give any signals.

…if anything, the more we’ve talked, the more her body language has relaxed.

She’s no longer some watchful feline on the outskirts of the club, observing every small moment that happens.

She’s focused on me and me only as we trade quips and I shamelessly flirt with her.

“I can think of something else I like to do for play,” I say, abandoning my tonic. I’ve edged even closer to her now, crowding her in where she sits at the bar counter. Rather than ease back or avoid my advances, her eyes linger on mine, her full lips slightly parted.

In the neon lighting of the club, her dark eyes gleam so bright I can see my reflection in them. They’ve gone from being pure black to a violet tone, the shape reminding me more and more of a feline.

My imagination runs wild, thoughts quickly turning dirty.

What would it be like to see her on her knees, looking up at me with those bedroom eyes as she sucked my cock?

…with those fucking lips?

Something tells me her thoughts aren’t exactly pure either. Not by how she then leanstowardme.

“Are you going to tell me what else you like to do for play?” she asks sultrily.

My broad grin returns. I scoop her hand up in mine. “You like to dance? C’mon.”

I don’t wait for her to answer; if my read on her is correct, she knows how to move that delicious body of hers and she’ll take me up on the offer.

More club goers stumble out of my way without even having to ask.

They see Yongsa Gun coming and know they better get the fuck out of the way.

As a captain, I command respect, regardless of how my father feels about me.

But you’d have to be foolish to want trouble with anybody from the Cheongryong. We’re the most powerful mafia in Korea for a reason.

Jamie lets me guide her onto the dance floor, the neon-purple lights adding a seductive element to the moment.