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___________________________________________________________25 CONTROVERSIAL QUOTES FROM THE STYLE EMPRESSOn ambition:It’s killing the romance in the dream. You want something?You don’t get it by being nice.You get it by being wise.___________________________________________________ I COME HOME AND FIND HIM in the kitchen. He’s cooking. Judging from the aroma wafting towards me from the oven, it’s something delicious and fattening. My taste buds react. My tummy growls. I was up early this morning with a calendar full of meetings from the creative to the corporate. I was wiped out by 6 PM. I gave Jae the keys to my apartment this morning and left for work. I felt guilty that I couldn’t bring him along, at least to the studio, and I was thankful he didn’t insist on coming. But I missed him. He’s been sending me messages all day. “Went to get some of my stuff from The Mark. Baby, can I come over where you are for a quickie? I promise I’ll finish us both in 15 minutes.” “Do you know that just thinking of your smile makes me hard? You can name your next perfume Smile, for my Dara-induced erections.” “Babe, I didn’t realize Korea air is such an aphrodisiac. Probably better than Viagra, not that I’d have a need for that in a hundred years yet. But I’ve been hard since this morning.” “I’m at the grocery store and I can’t stop thinking of your sexy ass. I blame them juicy watermelons I saw.” “I made myself some soup for lunch. It’s kind of creamy. I wish it’s you I’m eating though.” “I miss you. Dinner time. Come home.” It was very hard to maintain my stoic, no-nonsense expression in front of the team of lawyers, accountants and agents managing my finances and investments. I was actually counting the hours and minutes until I can go home. I clear my throat. He turns around, apron wrapped around his naked torso and smiles widely. “Hey, you’re home!” He leaves the kitchen island and walks over to me, enveloping me in a warm hug. I close my eyes, inhaling him. I fight the urge to lick his skin. He smells better than what he’s cooking. He tilts my head and kisses me tenderly on the lips. “I missed you.” I smile. “You’re cooking dinner.” “Yup. You’ve never tasted this before.” He pulls me toward the kitchen island and helps me up a high chair. “This won’t take long. Five minutes tops.” “Okay.” He goes to the fridge and comes back with a glass of orange juice for me. “Thanks.” He then crouches before me and removes my high heels. He squeezes my feet several times and smiles up at me when I moan softly in relief. “Tired?” I nod. “I’ll massage them later. I’ll feed you first.” He kisses my knee and stands up again. He goes to check the oven, whistling. I feel a lump forming in my throat. When did I ever dream of this scenario? Never. This is for those romance books. Never gonna happen. But it’s happening, right before my jaded eyes. I watch him silently, mesmerized by both his outer beauty and the gentleness of his soul. Minutes later, we’re at the balcony of my apartment where he has set up a table with candles and flowers. A bottle of wine is chilling. He sits me on a chair like a queen and serves me like a butler. He calls me “my lady”. I’m trying to keep a straight face and not burst into laughter. He’s quite serious with his act. He can be a comedian and make money, what with his looks and charm. “Hmmm,” I moan as I devour his baked salmon, probably the most delicious I’ve tasted this side of the hemisphere. Great looks, great fuck, great cook. “This is unbelievably good! Hmmmm!” “That’s Mother’s recipe.” “What did you put in the marinade? It’s extra tasty.” He grins mischievously. “You don’t wanna know.” “C’mon, tell me.” “Nope.” “Jae!” “I added my pee in the marinade.” I stop chewing and glare at him. He bursts into laughter. “Look at you. So serious.” I shrug. “I survived your exotic dishes. This is nothing.” He told me about the exotic food we ate at the yacht on the island and I couldn’t believe my ears. Crocs, lizards, frogs, boas! But heck, they all tasted good! He pours me some wine. “So, what did you do all day?” he asks me casually when he’s seated and digging into his own plate, too. “Meetings, meetings and freakin’ meetings.” He nods. “Hmm.” “And what did you do all day?” I retort, smiling knowingly, remembering his text messages. “I was very bored and horny, but I didn’t jack off. I’ve saved it all for you.” I nearly spew the contents of my mouth in his face. I wash it down with wine. He’s looking at me with that gleam in his eyes that only spells hot sex and I feel my body respond. I clear my throat and continue eating. “So…what are your plans here in Korea?” I ask. He must have something else in mind for coming here. Maybe business? Once we finish eating, talk will be forgotten. Might as well get this out of the way now. He can’t stay here with me all the time and do nothing else but THAT. “I’ve no other plans right now but to make you pregnant. That’s my priority. That’s what I came here for. We need more than two weeks of baby-making. Let’s make it a daily habit for months.”