Forbidden Attraction
Golden Quill - The Leaders (GQ3)Minah walked through the exhibition. Her assistant had been right, this was beautiful work. The photographer managed to capture moments between people that were simple but true.
“Which is your favourite?”
Minah shifted, the man had come in close to her ear, “This one,” she was confident in her choice, two women sitting on the pavement, one girl stares directly at the camera but the other stares at the girl. “I wonder if she knows?”
“What?” the man prompts, he steps closer again, just behind her, talking to her intimately.
“That her best friend is in love with her,” Minah loves how honest and innocent the moment is, revealing all because you can’t keep that sort of emotion hidden.
“It’s my favourite too,”
Minah faces the man and inhales. He is gorgeous, “Jung Minah,” she holds out a gloved hand.
“Cheon In-sung,” he took her hand but did not let go,
Minah pulled her hand away, “You’re the artist?”
“I am, but it feels pretentious to just admit it like that,”
“Is that one really your favourite?”
“It is now,” he admitted shamelessly.
Minah was well trained not to blush, besides she was married. But the way he looked at her…it reminded her that she was a woman with feelings and needs. The need to have a man acknowledge her with his eyes. To feel beautiful, no y. The pantyhose that sat snugly against her skin, the silk underwear from a designer house that matched the colour of the deep yellow dress she wore, all of it yearning to be torn off.
“Jung Minah?”
She blinked.
“You were thinking of something else. Am I that boring?” In-sung smiled warmly.
“No, of course not!”
“Good. Because I don’t think I could stand being boring.”
“Nor I,” she admitted.
“In-sung ssi?” a woman approached and scolded the artist for ignoring his guests. “I’m afraid I must steal him away before he disappears on me again.”
Turns out she was his agent. Minah watched In-sung from afar. He was a natural. He made people laugh, made women blush. He was dangerous.
“There you are!” Arran wrapped her arms around Minah from behind and kissed her cheek, “You’re late,” Minah pouted.
“I’m sorry darling,” she kissed Minah’s other cheek, “Shall we get out of here? I need a drink.”
Minah glanced toward In-sung, he caught her staring and winked, “Yes, let’s leave.” She hurried Arran out the gallery.
“I have to tell you all about Kaiah and his engagement to that awful woman!” Arran was oblivious, as usual.
“I can’t wait,” Minah murmured as they approached the Jung town car.
“Shall we go to Finite?” Arran asked.
“No!” Arran’s eyes widened in confusion, “What’s wrong with Finite all of a sudden? Darling, are you sure you
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