The following Friday, the scent of garlic and oregano clung thickly to the penthouse air. Koo lounged on the velvet couch, bare legs curled beneath her.

She wore a sheer black lace camisole—no bra—the fabric clinging to her curves, the dark peaks of her nipples visible beneath. Nothing beneath. Taehyung watched her from the kitchen island, a predatory gleam in his eye.