Park and Violet (9 page)

      Violet snuggled as close to him as she could, pressing her breasts on his arm.

      He stumbled.

      She giggled.

      Park’s eyes were dark with fury when he recovered his balance. “Stop flirting with me,” he hissed.

      “Then answer my question,” she told him petulantly.

      He asked exasperatedly, “Why do you even care to ask?”

      “I just wanted to know what makes me different,” she answered simply.

      He snorted. When Violet acted so confident like this, Park was torn between being turned on and being exasperated at the way she seemed to take for granted that she’d always have her way. “You really think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

      “I think it’s safe to say that I think of myself as highly as you think of yourself,” she retorted.

      Park had to laugh at that. “True.”

      “Well?” she nagged. “Could you at least answer that one?”

      He sighed, knowing that in this mood Violet wouldn’t let up until he gave her some kind of satisfactory answer. “Fine. I act different with you because I know you don’t like guys.”

      Her jaw dropped. “But I’m not a lesbian, Park.” She had nothing against them, but she had always been straight.

      Park rolled his eyes. “No, idiot, I meant that you don’t seem to be interested in having a relationship.” He raised a brow. “Are you?” It was a rhetorical question, though, because he already knew he was right.

      Violet couldn’t answer fast enough. “Nope.”

      “Then it’s safe to assume that you don’t plan to have a relationship with someone as wonderful and unattainable—” Park pretended not to notice the gagging sounds Violet was making. “—as me.” Park continued, “And as long as you think that, I’ll tolerate your friendship.” He promptly got his foot stomped on with that and Park yelped.

      She frowned up at him. “You know what?”

      “Obviously I don’t.”

      Violet tried to stomp on his foot again, but Park was ready for it this time and he laughingly avoided her deadly attack.

      Violet glared at him. “I won’t continue until you let me hit you.”

      He gave her an incredulous look. “Who says I’m dying to know what you have to say?”

      Violet let out a shriek. “Paaaaaaaaaaark!”

      Park hurriedly looked around to see if anyone was looking at him like he had just attempted to rape Violet. God! What a little troublesome shrew Violet was! If he had the power to turn back time, he would have just covered his head with a pillow that first day, and his life would be as peaceful as it was, pre-Violet.

      “Paaaaaaark!” She was still screaming.

      He hastily covered her mouth. “Okay, okay, fine, you win.” He stuck out his foot, winced at the painful stomp he got, and immediately pulled back. He glared at her. “Satisfied?”

      She blew him a kiss. “Super.” Then she curled her arm around his again and forced him to resume walking like nothing happened.

      Damn little banshee, Park thought.

      She stomped on his foot once more.

      “What the—”

      “I can practically hear what you’re thinking.”

      He glared down at her. “You are seriously cra…”

      Violet raised her foot threateningly, her steel heel gleaming in the moonlight.

      “Crafty,” he ended instead.

      “Good of you to notice,” she cooed at him.

      If she cooed at him one more time like that, he wouldn’t be responsible for what would happen next. All he knew was that in five seconds she would cooing for herself, with the kind of fucking he’d give her.

      Violet was already talking again, and he started when he realized what she was saying. “Excuse me?” he choked out. “Did you just—”

      Her eyes narrowed. “Yes, I just did say that I am not looking to be in a relationship, and as long as you won’t be looking for one either with someone as beautiful, caring, sexy as I am—” Violet stopped when she realized he wasn’t going to do anything about what she said.

      “You’re not going to react?” she demanded suspiciously.

      “But everything you said was true,” Park said innocently while keeping his crossed fingers behind his back.

      Violet was too smart though and peeked at his back.

      He burst into laughter.

      “Hmph!”

      Park pinched her cheeks. “Go on. Just tell me what you have to say.”

      “You already know what I have to say,” she grumbled but continued anyway, “Well, just as long as we’re both clear that we’ll stay as friends then I think we’ll get along famously.”

      “Right,” Park said dryly, thinking about the various times they almost came to blows.

      Violet tugged at his arm. “I’m serious.”

      “Okay, okay, good. I’m happy about it.” He realized then it was true and Park gave Violet a rueful look. “It’s been a long time since I had a girl for a friend.” He paused. “It’s been a long time since I had any friend, actually.”

      Inside the dorm, Park said bye to Violet over his shoulder, already busy unlocking his room. Thus, he was surprised when upon opening his door, Violet immediately sailed past him, acting like she had all the right to do so.

      Park followed suit, shaking his head at Violet’s impudence and rolling his eyes when she even threw herself on his bed and turned on her stomach.

      Violet propped her head on one hand while she absently moved her legs from the knees up forward and backward like a mermaid alternating with two tails. She studied Park as he moved around the room, cleaning his already his clean room. For a moment, she allowed herself to indulge.

      Park was wearing the male version of tank top, a really sexy sleeveless cotton top that bared his arms and jeans that hung low on his hips. He looked like a living, breathing ad for an escort club, the kind that women would pay millions of dollars for the right to take him home.

      She watched him move about efficiently, almost like a programmed machine. Every move was intensely sexual, and she couldn’t help wondering if he would be that focused when having sex, his thrusts increasing in tempo—

      Park turned to her all of a sudden, surprising her so much she almost fell out of his bed. When she righted herself, he was frowning. “Go up if you’re sleepy. That’s my bed.”

      Violet wrinkled her nose at Park’s unsurprisingly rude answer. “I’m not sleepy. I’m bored and that’s why I’m here.” Before he could shoot her down with another rude retort, she asked quickly, “You didn’t really have friends for a long time?”

      Park seemed almost surprised at the question. He nodded reluctantly.

      “Well, I’m only going to say this once, but I’m glad I’m your friend.”

      He watched her move her legs up and down as she answered and almost grinned. “It doesn’t sound much of an honor when you’re acting like a kid there.”

      Violet’s eyes twinkled. “But I don’t kiss like a kid, I promise.”

      Park’s laughter died a quick death. He scowled at her. “If you want us to stay friends, you have to stop acting like a serial flirt.”

      She pretended to ponder his words. “Mmm…serial flirt. I like the sound of that.”

      Park sighed in exasperation. “I’m serious, Violet.”

      She pouted. “What’s so wrong with harmless flirting?” Then she gave him a challenging look. “Unless you’re afraid to fall in love with me?”

      He made a scoffing sound. “It would take more than an ugly, vain idiot like you to make me fall in love.” Park quickly ducked right away to avoid the flying shoe that was aimed at him.

      “If you don’t let me hit you…” She threw her other shoe at him and he successfully ducked that one as well.

      Violet gritted her teeth. “Park…”

      “Violet…”

      Without warning, she stood on his bed and threw herself at him.

      “What the—Violet—no!” Park’s breath was knocked out of him as he barely caught Violet in his arms, his back slamming hard against the wall. He glared down at her. “You little—” It was all he could say before Violet’s lips caught his.

      He gasped against her lips, but that only made Violet kiss him more deeply, her deliciously sweet tongue entering his mouth and exploring it.

      She pulled away just before he could kiss her back. “I may be an ugly, vain idiot,” she told him breathlessly, “but there’s no hiding the fact that you like how this ugly vain idiot kisses.”

      Park’s eyes narrowed. If this was her way of proving she had some kind of control over him just because he was obsessed with her body, it was a doomed and futile move.

      Violet tried to wriggle away from Park but froze when his hands suddenly tightened around her hips. She looked up. Oh, shit.

      That was her last thought before Park’s lips slammed back down on hers.

      Instant internal combustion: it was the only way to describe Park’s kiss. His breath was hot and sweet against her skin as his lips demanded her surrender. When her lips parted under the beautifully rough pressure, Violet couldn’t help moaning as his tongue entered her mouth and mated with his.

      A part of her was barely aware of Park carrying her away until he threw her down on the bed.

      She gasped as she bounced, her senses returning. But before she could do anything, Park was on the bed with her, moving towards her, climbing on top of her—Violet lost her train of thought, any plans of escaping dying at the first feel of Park’s long, lean, and hard body against hers.

      Park was mindless with passion. Nothing mattered except finally making Violet his. This was not right. This was what he had been avoiding all along. This was why he knew it was trouble to be her “friend”. A part of his mind acknowledged all of those things, but the rest of his brain ignored the message. All it cared about—all his body wanted—was to join hers in the most wondrously primal way possible.

      “Violet.” His voice rasped against her throat as he sucked on her neck.

      She moaned, arching against him, her breasts pushing hard against his chest. For so long they had teased each other, dancing in and out of each other’s reach, never quite acknowledging the attraction that just kept burning hotter and hotter between them.

      And now that steadily burning fire had exploded into a conflagration of sensual touches. There was no turning back.

      She whimpered when Park actually tore her blouse away.

      “Sorry,” he muttered even as his mouth was leaving a moist hot trail on her skin, leading down to the valley of her breasts.

      “It’s okay,” she gasped, her hands already busy trying to tug his sleeveless shirt off.

      Park cursed then solved the matter by pulling away just long enough to get his clothes off.

      She did the same, unbuttoning her jeans but she stopped midway when she saw Park strip off his boxers.

      And now he was naked in front of her, and Violet couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than the sight of Park’s awesomely hard body. Her throat went dry as her eyes rapidly took in every inch of him, she gulped at the sight of his erection.

      A part of her senses returned at that. Maybe this was the time to tell Park she was experienced…but not that experienced? But if she did, he might stop. Worse, he might think that the fact she was giving away her virginity could mean she was in love with him when it wasn’t that at all.

      Violet didn’t think she was ever going to fall in love again, and if she had to choose someone to give her virginity to then no one would be better than Park.

      Park raised a brow at her. “Like what you see?” he asked huskily, teasingly.

      She relaxed a little, remembering the last time they had talked like this. Then, she had totally denied it. Now—

      Violet finished wriggling out of her jeans and tossed them away. Now down to her lacy underwear, she simply leaned back on the bed, her long hair spread on the pillow like a dark, silky fan, and her almost-naked body on display as if it was an offering.

      Oh, she totally knew how she looked like right now just by staring at Park’s face, his jaw clenched hard in desire.

      “Take me,” she whispered.

      Park was on her in a second, and she couldn’t help but moan long and loud this time.

      He froze. “Sssh.” But he was grinning as he covered her mouth with his hand. If someone caught her in his room at this time of the night, the resident dorm manager would have them both kicked out.

      She stared up at him wide-eyed.

      “No one can hear us,” he said hoarsely, his senses drunk on the feel of her softness under him. His dick twitched demandingly, wanting to find the moist entrance to her depths.

      She nodded against his hand, still wide-eyed.

      When he let go, he didn’t give her a chance to make any noise, immediately taking her lips in another passionate kiss. It intensified his arousal, making Park unable to think of anything but fucking her then and there.