Page 4 of Show Off

There! For sure a moan. What the hell?

“That’s it.” Dal’s low rumble stalls my heart. “Oh, yeah. You like that, baby? Do you?”

Oh, God.

I swallow and search for clues to his mystery lover. There’s only Dal’s bike by the fence, so the woman must live nearby. Or maybe she parked at the lodge and walked?

Another moan springs from the sweet pea patch.

“You like when I rub there?” A sexy chuckle stirs sparks inside me. “That’s it, huh? That’s the spot.”

Holy Christ. I’m tingly and hot and just a little bit jealous. I didn’t know Dal was dating someone. Not that we’ve said more than two dozen words to each other in all the time he’s lived here. The smokin’ hot chef hails from keep-to-yourself New York, by way of fast-paced Seoul, Korea. He’s burly and gruff and wired for efficiency rather than idle chitchat.

Is that why I find him so sexy?

Something moves by the blueberry patch. Is that him?

“Okay,okay. Slow down, girl.” Dal’s sultry chuckle kills me on the spot. “Go ahead and lick it. There you go. Easy, girl. That’s it.”

Holy shit. What have I walked into? I glance around, grateful for the lack of witnesses. These gardens aren’t open to everyone. Dal made that clear when requesting space for organic growing. He wanted to let the plants get established before turning the rest of the residents loose.

But another groan gets me wondering at therealreason. Living with his brother, caring for Ji-Hoon like he does, Dal can’t have much privacy. Is this where he goes to get busy?

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckles again, and my toes curl. “You want some more, girl?”

Um, yes, please.

No!

I shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t hear what comes next. Jealousy sends my feet shuffling backwards as my palms start to sweat.

“There you go,” he growls, and I freeze. “Yeah. That’s right. Good girl.”

Oh.

My.

God.

Those words make my mouth dry, make the rest of me…um. Not dry.

Holy shit.

“You’re such a good girl.” Why do those words get to me? “I need you to come when I tell you to, okay?”

A gasp slips out and I stumble back. I’ve already heard too much. I turn to run, but my shoe snags a rock and I trip.

“Oh, God!” I’m whimpering, scrambling, my whisper an echo of what I’ll hear Dal’s date scream in six seconds or less. “Oh, my God.”

My ass hits the ground and I yelp. “Shit!” I hiss out the curse and lurch to my feet, praying I can still make a run for it. Just sprint to my cabin and forget this whole thing ever?—

“Hey.”

I halt mid-jog to turn around, andoh my God.

I wish I hadn’t.

There, standing tall between two rows of corn, is Dal Yang. He’s shirtless and rippling with muscle as his forehead furrows. I can’t see him from the waist down, which makes this worse. Is the girl on her knees in front of him, hands on his hips as she?—

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