Emily’s POV
After that huge, embarrassing bomb had been dropped and somehow morphed into a… proposition, the dinner continued in a surreal haze. We ate the exquisite food. We made stilted small talk about the restaurant’s architecture, the art on the walls, anything that was safely impersonal. The air still crackled with the unsaid thing, the "demonstration" hanging between us like a ghost at the table.
Finally, as the main course plates were cleared, Jin leaned back, studying me. The intensity from before had banked to a low simmer.
“Do you have any other questions for me?” he asked, his tone suggesting he expected a list. “About the arrangement? My expectations?”
I shook my head, focusing on tracing the rim of my water glass with a finger. “No. I think the… parameters… are clear.” Pa
