Jae kyung squeeze her fingers into the silver tray and looked away, pretending not to notice Woo bin approah, pretending that the beats of her heart wasn't so violent there was a danger her chest could rip open.

He stopped barely a foot from her, his dark brown eyes flickering over her, taking everything in, the expression in them unreadable.

"How are you" he said softly but with an unmistakable tinge of steel in the deep voice.

And then he took a step closer, extending a hand to take one of the champagne flutes, and she inhaled the exotic cologne that lodge itself in her senses. for all that she tried not to react, she was helpless, her limbs were shaking at the same rate as her pulse soared.

She didn't notice the tray slip from her hands until it landed with a loud crash on the marble floor.

The champagne flutes shattered all around her, sending shards of glass flying in all directions. Woo bin's highly polished black shoes were speckld with the gliterring crystal slivers but i don't feel sorry about that look at what he cost, why can't he just ignore me and pass.

Silence rang out.

All eyes that had seen through her were now on me.

And through that brief yet never ending moment of silence, Jae kyung felt paralysed, horror- struck at what she'd done. Her blouse was soaked with Champagne but she recovered herself when she saw Jan di heading towards her she gave her a sign to stay back because she didn't want everyone to recognize her, even though Jan di knew of her plan to disguished herself but its seems Woo bin still spotted her with her colourful fake wig and glasses.

Her brain couldn't unfreeze itself for her to think of what to do, not even with a clearly angry Baek striding forcefully in her direction, her red-faced aunty close behind him.

Before she could apologise, Woo bin stepped over to the castle owner with hands outstretched.

"Baek, my apologies, this is entirely my fault- I am afraid I knocked the tray out of your beautiful waitress's hand"

Jae kyung was so shocked at this intervention that she only vaguely registered that his apology was delivered in impeccable English. As her Korean could be considered rudimentary, it must have been for her benefit.

Baek's taut expression relaxed a touch. Woo bin was heir to the Underground world and mafia's prince and also extremely wealthy in his own right, living in an enormous villa designed and built by him himself.

Jae kyung knows exactly how big Woo bin's villa was because she'd crawled out of his bed before the sun had risen two weeks ago. This was the first time she'd seen him since.

She'd known he was trouble the minute he 'd driven into her company compound three month ago in his yellow sport car, for the business deal he had with them and also finding out he was also the childhood friend of Jan di and F4 was enough reason for her to resist him but thinking that he would assign the work to his assitant. Woo bin had been curious to see the business deal through that he'd taken the job on himself rather than delegate it.

She remembered that she almost fell from the stairs when she saw him but he caught her to himself, his languid movements making her hold her breath long before she was close enough to see his the features of his face. Jae kyung had taken one look at his face and knew she was lost.

A decade older and a foot taller than her, Woo bin oozed sexual magnetism, his brown hair and dark brown eyes contrasting perfectly with her own light brown hair and blue eyes. she'd never had such a visceral reaction to a man in her life and imagined other women reacted in exactly the same way. Even her happliy married aunt had a twinkle in her eye around him. That initial meeting had gone on long into the evening, as he'd insisted on taking Jae kyung out for dinner.

He'd overseen his company's part in the renovation personally from that point on and had pursued Jae kyung relentlessly, always seeeking her out of her office, making no bones about his insterest in her. She'd been flaterred but resolute.

Song Woo Bin was rich and handsome. Anyone seeing her now won't believe she is the hieress of JK group. He was thirty-three and a playboy. She was twenty-five had self respect, even if her heart did go overdrive whenever she waswithin a mile of him. She couldn't deny she'd been flattered by hisattention. More than flattered. Any woman would have been. That didn't mean she had to act on her attraction for him.

Eventually, though, he'd worn her down into agreeing to a proper date. She'd gone along with it, telling herself she wouldn't sleep with him. No matter how incredibly sexy and fun and witty she found him, she would not sleep with him.

She'd slept with him.

One press of his lips on hers, one taste of his heat, and her defences had crumbled.

It had been the most amazing night of her life, but then the morning had come and she;d been filled with shame. She'd never thought herself capable of a One- night stand but knew it was all it could be even though she was a virgin. Woo bin was a famed lothario! So she had run before he kicked her out of his bed, and she'd tried to block him and their wonderful, incredible night from her mind.

That had been another dismal failure.

She could feel his eyes on her again, could feel everyone's eyes on her again and saw Jan di pass her an apologictic smile. The state room that only minutes agohad been majestic in its proportions had shrunk around her, the voices nothing but muffled noise.

"Go and change blouse", her aunt said quietly, as if she could sense Jae kyung was on the verge of bursing into tears "I will get some of the others to clean it up."

Jae kyung nodded and gave a grateful smil then, her cheeks still flaming with mortification. She stepped over the tray and crunched through the shattered glass as she walked as fast as she could out of the room and away from WOO BIN, thank God her parents weren't here today.

The staff storeroom was the perfect place to hide for a few minutes. Jae kyung changed into a clean blouse and used the private time to catch her breath and compose herself. The dropped tray had been an accident. There were still hours of the party to get through, and she couldn't hide in here for the rest of the night. She was needed. She would just have to try harder not to let Woo bin's presence distract her. He was there and she had to deal with it. And with the fact he'd brought a date with

Jae kyung closed her eyes and swallowed back nausea. she'd tried so hard not to think of the woman who'd been glued to Woo bin's side that evening. The only saving grace had been they hadn;t been very affectionate with each other. If she saw them kiss or display too much-any- tenderness, she feared she would do something stupid that she would regret and she wouldn't want to give the paparazzi anything to go with tonight.

Stop thinking about him. your instincts to flee his bed have been proven right. Two more hours and you'll be free of him.

Smoothing her hair, she took a deep breath and left her brief refuge.

"Feeling better?"

Woo bin was leaning against the wall of the corridor, arms folded loosely across his chest. Despite the relaxed stance he'd adopted, his eyes contained not an ounce of friendliness. The intensity in his dark gaze, which landed on her the moment she put her foot out of the door, frightened her, although she could never explained why. Maybe it was because she'd only ever seen amusement or desire being reflected at her before...

Frantically attempting to keep hold of composure she'd only regained, Jae kyung swallowed and looked away. But her heart had a mind of its own and thudded heavily beneth her ribs. "Yes Thank you. And thank you for taking the blame with Pieta. You didn't have to do that."

He raise a hefty shoulder nonchalantly. "I figured it was my fault you dropped it"

She shook her head quickly, not wanting him to think he affected her to such an extent. What was he even doing there, seeking her out? Having some fun at her expense? Hoping to talk her into keeping her mouth shut about their night together? She couldn't begin to imagine, but the fact he'd brought a date with him put aside any latent hope-so latent she'd not even allowed herself to acknowledge its existence- that what they'd shared had been as special for him as it had been for her.

So she attemted a smile, which she used to cover her emotions from people and blithely said "A momentary blip of clumsiness."

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