Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

“I know her type. Do you know how upset your fans will be? Suddenly, Koreans aren’t good enough for you.”

“I have never said that,” I answer smoothly. I can’t let Sang get under my skin.

“We both know it’s not what you say that matters.”

I won’t give Hart up. I have never felt this way about anyone. She knows the real me underneath the suave and perfect exterior, and still, she wants me. The weaknesses I struggle with haven’t turned her away. That’s rare and deserves to be protected.

“I deserve to have a life outside of my work. To one day marry and possibly have a family. Many actors do this.”

His jaw drops. “You hardly know this woman. What is she telling you that has you turning into a stranger before my eyes?”

“Nothing.”

“Americans are much freer. Is it the promise of sex?” he scoffs.

I reach out to hit the emergency button and stop the car. Using my height, I force him into the wall of the elevator. “Do not speak about her like that. I will not tolerate it.”

His eyes widen. “You would turn against me?”

“You’re doing a good job of severing the ties of our relationship on your own.”

“Do you need assistance?” a voice crackles over the speaker.

“I am so sorry. I accidentally pressed the emergency button.”

I press it again once more. We rumble into motion, each of us remaining on our side of the car, like boxers about to go into battle. The gauntlet her been thrown down. All I can do is wait and see what the fallout will look like. It’s past time I take back my life. The tension is stifling. I all but flee when the metal doors slide open, and I make my way to my hotel room with long strides. Closing the door behind me, I sink down on the edge of the bed and grip the sheets. I battle my anxiety as my heart spikes and sweat coats my forehead.

Breathing deeply, I walk myself through all the reasons why this is necessary. I can’t fully live when I’m not in control of my life. I’m no longer a child who needs constant guidance or protection from impulsive and reckless behavior. A life lived solely for accolades and the entertainment of others would be empty for me. My family is taken care of. I can take risks I couldn’t before. An alarm chimes on my phone, signaling it’s time to meet up with my girlfriend for breakfast.

I grab the manilla envelope she sent me with directions. Staring in the mirror, I watch the face I know by heart disappear with a prosthetic nose, facial hair, and false teeth. No one would mistake the person in front of me for Yoon Kim. After adding a long, black wig to the getup, I slip a dark hoodie on over my T-shirt and walk down the hall. I take the elevator down to the buffet-style breakfast area. I hold my breath as a few teenage girls enter, but they pay me no mind. My muscles unclench, and I lean against the wall, enjoying my visit to the land of normalcy.

I exit the elevator, just another person who blends into the background. Whistling, I stroll to the eating area with an extra spring in my step. I spot Hartley seated at a table near the back, and my stomach flutters. Without a stitch of make-up in yoga pants and an oversized, heather gray shirt hanging off one shoulder, she’s stunning. I head for her, and she waves, grinning. Her shoulders shake with laughter as I reach her and sink into the seat beside her.

“Wow.” She cups my face, turning it from right to left. “You did an excellent job with this.”

“You did drill me on the application over and over on Skype.”

“I wanted to make sure you could do it alone.” She pouts, and I chuckle, squeezing her hand. A jolt travels through my body. I rest our joined fingers on my knee, enjoying the closeness. “I’ve waited so long to touch you.”

She leans closer. “You can touch me all you like, Yoon.”

I clear my throat as my pants grow tighter. Her frank talk is different from what I’m used to, but also one of the reasons I’m so enamored. She speaks her mind honestly and openly.

“How was your flight?” She traces her finger over my knuckles, igniting tiny sparks in her wake.

“Long.”

“I’m sure,” she says sympathetically. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that I’m with you.” I bring our joined hands up to my lips. “I want to see you tonight.”

“We don’t want to get caught,” she cautions.

“I’m not going to waste a moment of the time I have with you, Hart.” Her eyes dilate, and I can practically taste her desire. I want to bend down and devour her lips, but I know once I start, I won’t want to stop. Our first kis

s won’t be in a crowded dining area in front of strangers. I’ve had time to plan this out, and I won’t ruin it with my impatience. “Come on, let’s get food.” I stand and help her up, guiding her to the serving area. For the past few months, she’s worked herself into the ground trying to be everything to everyone. I plan to give her all the attention and pampering she deserves.

“DO NOT SAY A WORD ABOUT the contest today,” Hart warns as she steps into my hotel room.