Breathe, just breathe. Master Park and his fine self, stretching out on the mat, looking good and doing things to my body without laying a single finger on me. If I’m to get my way, that’ll change soon enough. I laugh, knowing my strict—but otherwise loving—father would definitely have a problem with the sexual images running through my pure mind right about now. Pure…right…as if. No, I don’t go around sleeping with just any guy I find attractive, but there’s definitely something about this particular older man that has me in a tizzy, to put it mildly. And the more I think about him, which is a lot by the way, the closer I am to making my “move.” I’m not looking for a relationship with the guy, and I’d be lying if I were to say that I am. But if he were to show any sign of interest in me, anything in the slightest, I wouldn’t have him wining and dining me for days on end to give him a little action, that’s for sure. Problem is…he barely knows I exist. Except for the times he’s busy chiding me.
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