Chapter 63
Seoul, Korea
Snowdrop Suite
“Are you finished?” Kita dryly asked, praying that his body wouldn’t react to the young woman straddling him.
“Uh, sorry?” Rain sheepishly offered.
Kita put his hand on her head and softly pushed her back, away from him and she flopped back on the bed. “Mature,” he scolded. “Stop trying to seduce me. It is awkward and creepy.”
She made a mocking face and crawled up the bed and stretched out alongside him, on top of the covers he was under, and made herself comfortable. “I’m not trying to seduce you,” she informed him. “I’m just a smiling, little demon not armed with sake this time.”
He nodded his agreement. “Yes, you are, and I will never drink with you again,” he said. “This is entirely your fault.”
Rain rolled her eyes. “Yes, blame me for you not being able to handle a stupid hangover.”
He looked at her suspiciously. “How are you handling it as well as you are? I feel like a truck ran over my head then backed up and did it again and again for fun.”
She shrugged. “I don’t drink often, but it just makes everything bright when I drink too much. My father drank, a lot, and often. Mother started drinking because Father did, and they fought when they did. Perhaps my alcohol tolerance is hereditary?” she offered with a shrug. “Eat.”
Kita knew it was a losing battle so he took the bowl and spoon from the tray on the bedside table. “You are very bossy,” he informed her before taking a sip.
“Most say cute and smiley, but our differing of opinions on that is just one of many,” Rain retorted. “And something I can live with. That meal will get you on the mend much quicker than anything else. Alcohol blocks the production of the hormone that helps the body hold water, so the magnesium in the bananas help with that. The pickled veggies help to replenish sodium that is lost, the spinach helps replenish folate, and the meat in the Gua bao will help with amino acid absorption that is affected by drinking. Even the puffy bun has a purpose; it absorb what’s lingering in your stomach… How is it?” she asked.
“It’s good, thank you,” he said between slurps of soup. “If I didn’t know any better I’d swear you make a habit of incapacitating your bodyguard then swoop in to nurse him back to health so he’s none the wiser.”
She blushed. “You’re the first,” she assured him. “But regardless of the means I break you with, I’ll always nurse you back to health regardless of it being my fault or not. That’s what a good smiling little demon does.”
He looked over at her from the corner of his eye. “Uh huh. Don’t make a habit of trying to break me. It won’t end well for either of us if you do.”
“Teach me your butt kicking ways then, Oh Great Kita Yasuhiro of the Yasuhiro Clan,” Rain said with a heavy accent, mimicking what she heard in her precious classic kung fu flicks, and waved her hands through the air as if she was doing Tai chi.
Broth came out Kita’s hose and he looked over at her with wide eyes.
Rain laughed hysterically and fell over on the bed, holding her stomach.
“Little demon,” he complained, cleaning himself up before finishing his broth. “You are not nearly as amusing as you think you are,” he informed her, putting the bowl down then grabbed a Gua bao and shoved it in his mouth then moaned; it was delicious. “If acting doesn’t work out for you, and taking over the world as the greatest villain ever written doesn’t pan out, being a chef might be in your future,” he mumbled with his mouth full before shoving another Gua bao in his mouth. “My headache is gone. How did you do that?” he asked, grabbing the bowl of rice and bananas next.
She smiled. “I told you it’d fix your hangover induced migraine.”
“That doesn’t answer my question,” he mumbled, rice falling from his mouth, causing her to chuckle.
Rain stretched out on her side and watched him shovel food in his mouth; obviously he was hungry. “I used to make it for my parents when they drank too much.”
“Your mom taught you?” he surmised.
“No. Mother could burn boiling water,” Rain said, causing him to chuckle. “The elderly woman that lived in the flat next to ours, she was Chinese and used to show me how to make certain medicines and soups to cure alignments of stupidity, as she called them, that her ancestors had perfected over the generations. After my parents died, Uncle and Cousin moved into my parents flat because it was slightly larger than the one they had. That allowed for me to continue to learn from Luo until her death when I was sixteen.”
Kita absently nodded as he ate, intently watching the young woman stretched out next to him.
When Seon Rain talked without filters, when she mentioned the past without meaning to have, she always looked at her hands as if there was some kind of strength in them or a secret that she had to unravel.
It frustrated him that she wouldn’t maintain eye contact with him, but at the same time it allowed for him to see another side of her, the side that Lula couldn’t brief him on…
And Kita hated how much he liked it.
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