~Woo Min ~
I sat there in that chair like a dog waiting for a treat, hands clamped on my knees so tight my knuckles hurt, staring at Junho like if I looked hard enough he'd just magically end up on my lap. He was leaning against the dresser, arms crossed, smirking down at me like he owned the fucking room. Which, let's be real, he kind of did right now because I was the one shaking and sweating and paying for every second of this torture.
"You gonna keep sitting there looking like you're about to explode, or are we actually gonna do something tonight?" he said, voice all lazy and mocking. "Because I'm getting bored, and bored Junho walks out with the money anyway."
I swallowed hard, tried to keep my voice steady even though it came out rough as hell. "Watch your mouth. I paid good money for you."
He barked out a laugh, head tipping back. "Oh wow, big scary alpha. You paid for my time, not my personality. The attitude's free, doc. Deal with it."
