Yu jin's POV
I don't know what I expected when Park Min opened that door. Maybe a delivery guy. Maybe a cleaner. Definitely not her.
She was… I don't think words will do the job . She was tall, sharp round eyes, sharp jaw line, filled lips, long lashes, a sharp nose, very expensive perfume that hit before her voice did.
"Who's this?" she asked, her tone already cutting through the air.
Park Min blinked once, like his brain needed a restart. "My assistant."
I almost laughed. Assistant? Right. I was holding a plastic bag with hangover medicine, wearing sweatpants. Totally screamed "professional."
Her mouth twitched. "Assistant. Huh." She tilted her head, the corners of her lips barely moving. "You sure? Because I could've sworn you said you don't like men. Or is that only when people are watching?"
Park Min's shoulders stiffened. "Hana…"
