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“Not fair.” I pout and take a bite out of mine.
“So we’re going to ignore the fact we mentioned marriage and divorce in the last thirty seconds?” he mumbles.
I shrug.
“Don’t all couples talk about those things for fun and giggles?”
“The expression is for shit and giggles, Mr. Prude, and…we’re a couple?”
I put my hand on the side of his neck and lean closer.
“Maybe,” I say and take a bite out of his pizza before he can react.
“You motherfucker!”
“Guilty as charged.” I chew with my mouth open, and it lights a fire in his eyes.
“Ew, creep. That’s disgusting.”
There he is. Confident, snarky Seojun is back. I eat more of my pizza and turn to the front of the room as the rumbling stops and the door slides open onto a large open-space office with a leather couch on the side, a fake animal print across the floor, and a glass desk at the end surrounded by monitors.
“Oh, Ms. April, now we’re talking.” Seojun inspects the office with a pleased smile, standing at the end and eating his pizza. I copy him and finish my slice before Seojun takes my paper plate, puts mine and his on the glass coffee table, and drags me across the room to the desk. He points at the chair and stares.
“What?” I ask when he doesn’t explain what he wants.
“What do you mean what? Sit.”
I go down on the floor, on my knees, and pop my tongue out, looking up at Seojun.
“Oh my God. Sit on the chair, Jack! Not the floor. Why are you acting like a dog? Is this a kink?” He bites his lip and looks away momentarily. “And do I like it?” Then he shakes his head and steps to the side. “Anyway, sit here, please.”
I get off the floor, laughing, and take a seat.
“Okay, now what?”
Seojun waves both hands in front of the monitors and grimaces.
“I don’t know. Hack it.”
“I’m not a hacker, Seojun.”
“Neither am I.”
“So what the heck are we doing here?”
“That’s exactly what I’m also wondering.” The high-pitched voice comes through the speakers. All the monitors come to life, showing the exact same image.
April.
CHAPTER 19
SEOJUN
ASchool of RockJoan Cusack lookalike floods every screen in the room, even the glass surface of the desk, and I take a step back.
Damn it. Of all the times to get busted it has to be when Jack isn’t under my control? Now he’s gonna be in trouble with his agency for trying to be a good human being and a good boyfriend.
If that is, in fact, what he is to me. Boyfriend. Boy-friend. B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D. Bo-yfriend. Boyf-riend. I’ve never had one of those before. It’s quite weird to say it. Or think it. Or even imagine it. But unless my signature has side effects long after it’s gone, I think he means it. Then again, he did say he’ll see this through to the end with me, so it’s more than likely he’s just trying to appease me until I find my family so he can have the perfect excuse to jump ship. And who could blame him? He’s a goody-two-shoes. He’s got no business being in a relationship with a supervillain.
