Wooil jumps like I’ve electrocuted him, slamming the laptop shut with a crack. “What the fuck!”
I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. “What’s the matter? Watching porn?”
His cheeks flush an impressive shade of red. “No!” The denial comes way too fast, which only makes my grin wider.
I move past him toward the small kitchenette area he’s got set up in the corner.
Wooil scrambles to his feet, setting the laptop aside with exaggerated care. “How the hell did you get in anyway? That door was locked.”
I snort, opening one of his cabinets and rifling through the snacks. “Since when has a locked door ever stopped me?”
“That’s not the point.” He crosses his arms, watching me with narrowed eyes as I pull out a bag of shrimp chips and a package of dried squid. “Don’t you have food in your own house? You do have a place now, right?”
I tear open the chip bag with my teeth, mumbling around it. “Yeah, but I try not to hang out there too long. Don’t want to make it easy for Taewoo’s dogs to sniff me out.”
Wooil gives me a flat look. “So you’d rather lead them here instead?”
“That’s why I used the back door, obviously.” I hop up onto his counter, settling in comfortably as I dig into the chips. “Plus, your snacks are better.”
“Those are for customers,” he mutters, but there’s no real heat in it. He’s used to me raiding his stash by now.
He moves back to the couch, picking up his laptop but not opening it. Instead, he watches me with that calculating expression he gets when he’s trying to figure out if I’m about to do something stupid. Which, to be fair, is most of the time.
“As it happens,” he says casually, “I was about to contact you anyway.”
I pause mid-chew. “Oh?”
“I got news on that alpha guy.”
My heart does a hopeful flip in my chest. I force myself to keep chewing, to swallow before I speak. “Yeah? What’d you find?”
Wooil tosses me a look that’s equal parts amused and concerned. “He’s booked into a master’s suite at the Central Plaza Hotel.” He pauses for effect. “Tonight.”
The grin spreads across my face before I can stop it, wide and victorious. “Is he now?”
“Don’t get that look on your face,” Wooil warns, but I’m barely listening.
My mind is already racing ahead, running through possibilities and plans. The Central Plaza is one of the mostexpensive hotels in Gangnam, caters to the ultra-wealthy and doesn’t ask questions about what happens behind closed doors. Of course that’s where someone like Yoon Suha would go for his ruts. Private, discreet, luxurious.
And tonight. Tonight.
I jump down from the counter, dusting chip crumbs off my hands. “Sounds like I have some prepping to do.”
“Yujeong.” Wooil stands up, pointing a finger at me with the kind of stern expression that would probably work better if I didn’t know he’d just been watching porn on his couch. “You’re not about to do something stupid, are you?”
I flash him my most cocky smile, the one that usually makes him groan and cover his face. “Oh, I absolutely am.”
“Gods.” He runs a hand through his hair, making it stick up at odd angles. “I don’t even want to know, do I?”
“Probably not.” I head for the back door, already mentally cataloging what I need to do before tonight. Shower, definitely. Find something to wear that doesn’t scream ‘broke street fighter.’ Figure out how the hell I’m going to get past hotel security and into Suha’s suite without getting arrested.
Details. I’ll work them out.
“If you die,” Wooil calls after me, “just know I can’t afford a funeral. You’ll just be cremated and dropped in the ocean, understand?”
I wave him off without turning around. “Wish me luck!”
“I’m not wishing you luck for whatever insane plan you’re about to execute!”
