Park and Violet by Marian Tee Read Free Book Online Page B

practice was through reading and writing. “No,” she finally answered with a smile. “Not an item at all.”
          “But he’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Gladys, the Australian exchange student, giggled.
          Violet shrugged.
          “You don’t find him handsome?” Midori was staring at her in wide-eyed surprise.
          To be honest, handsome was utterly inadequate to describe just how hot Park was. She wasn’t blind. Even though she had absolutely no plans dating anyone, Violet had still noticed the way all the girls looked at Park every time they left the dorm. She also hadn’t forgotten all the nasty looks those same girls gave her, just for walking next to Park. Those looks were more than enough to remind her that she shouldn’t make the same mistakes again.
          Park might be a good friend, but that was all he should be in her life.
          Seeing that Midori was still waiting for an answer, she explained, “I just don’t have time for guys.”
          “Even for guys like Park Jin?”
          She laughed at her new friend’s exaggerated tone. Midori made it sound like Park was a young god fit for every girl to worship.
          Violet paused.
          Dammit, but if she had to be honest–he did look like a young god fit for every girl to worship. She uneasily remembered how she had felt the moment she opened her eyes and saw her world encompassed of Park looking down at her, still dressed in his boxer shorts. Thank God he wasn’t just covered with a small towel or she might have totally lost it then.
          He had been beyond sexy that time. The urge to pull him down for a kiss had been so strong she had panicked.
          Her lips twitched.
          Ah, well, what had followed—her way of distracting herself from Park’s sheer hotness—was not her fault. She had shrieked at him, nearly kneed him in the groin, and shoved him to the floor in her haste to jump out of the bed to put distance between us.
          That was self-preservation, for both of them, and so if anything he should be thankful to her. If Violet had not managed some semblance of self-restraint, they wouldn’t be here now.
          They would be having sex on his bed, against the wall, in the shower—
          Violet gulped at the images.
          They were not in love, but oh they were so dangerously attracted to each other both of them had to be extremely careful not to cross the line.
          Someone snapped her fingers in front of Violet, and when she looked up everyone was grinning at her.
          “Admit it,” Midori teased. “You were daydreaming about him.”
          Violet turned red. “No. I wasn’t. I was just thinking that his looks are totally wasted on him. He can be such a jerk, you know?”
          Gladys laughed. “He does tend to be rude sometimes.”
          Midori snorted. “Not sometimes. All the time!”
          The guys came out of the stock room just as they laughed. It was already ten in the evening, which meant they could officially clock out of work.
          Park and Violet, having already eaten at work, took their time walking back home since Violet insisted on savoring the sights of Osaka’s nightscape. And it was breathtaking. It might not be as glittery as Tokyo’s famous cityscape but Osaka had its own beauty, like glamour with a little bit of traditional combined, and Violet just couldn’t get enough of it.
          She did a little twirl, hugging herself in sheer pleasure. “I just can’t believe I’m here! Isn’t Japan the most amazing thing?”
          Park couldn’t help grinning. “You’re a real Japan fan, aren’t you?”
          “Absolutely,” she averred feelingly. She gestured to their surroundings. “Don’t you feel blessed to be here?”
          “I feel happy, but I don’t think my feelings match yours. Your enthusiasm is on a whole new