1. Miranda Kim


    Date: 10/9/2023, Categories: Reluctance Author: jxa2012 

    ... We're done working for the day.”

He reached forward quickly. Before I could stop him, he undid the two top buttons of my blouse.

“There! You look much more comfortable, and your black pearl choker shows up much better.”

“You're incorrigible, Jack.”

He drained his glass, and I followed suit. He raised the bottle, but it was empty.

“No more champagne. Let's go to my room.”

“Oh no," I said, wagging my finger and giggling. Two bottles of champagne between the two of us! I had a nearly empty stomach and was really beginning to feel the wine now. My mind was clear, but I had a hard time speaking without slurring. “I want you and I'm tipsy. So I'm not going up to a hotel room with Jackhammer Grierson.”

“You look so pretty, giggling like that.”

He took out his phone and took several pictures of me. I was leaning forward on my elbows. With the top buttons of my blouse undone, he was able to fit my tight cleavage and the tops of the cups of my black bra into the pictures. He attached the most revealing one to a text to my husband, Stan, with a copy to me. He texted, “I’m with your beautiful wife tonight. Her flight is canceled, but don't worry, I'll take good care of her tonight. Jack Grierson.” I only saw the text later.

“Come on, Miranda. You can't spend the night in an airport chair. Not when you can sleep in a comfortable bed.”

He stood up. I got up as well, teetering slightly on my high heels.

“Okay,” I said. I knew I was slurring now. “But I want ...
    ... to sleep, not fuck. I'm not starting with you again.”

“We'll do whatever you want,” he said, taking my roller suitcase and hooking it to his.

Just as we started walking, my phone rang. I fished it out of my bag and looked at the screen. It was my husband, Seho ‘Stan’ Kim.

“How are you, darling?” He sounded worried and his Korean accent was thicker than usual.

“Fine, fine,” I replied, my accent turning even more American in response. “My flight's been canceled, that's all. I'll be home on the first flight tomorrow.”

“Have you been drinking?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You're slurring.”

“I've had a long day. I had a glass of champagne.”

“Are you alone?”

I glanced at Jack before replying.

“I ran into an old client, Jack Grierson. We had a quick drink together.”

“Are you with him now?”

I looked over at Jack again and said, “I'm just saying goodbye to him.”

“Good, good. I'll call you back in half an hour. Then we can chat privately.”

“Okay.”

“Is your Asiatic husband being the mother hen again? ‘Now don't be naughty, Miranda, cluck, cluck!’ I can't understand why you married such an old man.”

“Stan and I are both Korean-Americans.”

“You look and sound All-American,” responded Jack patting my firm rump. “You were a cheerleader in high school, a varsity swimmer in college! He sounds like he arrived from Korea yesterday.”

“He's not that old! He's fifty-one!”

“That's pretty old,” said Jack. “And he acts older.”

“Well, age is just a ...
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