—Alec—

The afternoon sun spilled across the runway as the Phoenix900, the pride of Han Air's private fleet, rolled to a graceful stop before the hangar.

A faint smile touched my lips.

The door hissed open—and absolutely no one but Kyu-hun emerged from the craft in a tan coat and aviator sunglasses.

“Annyeong, Mr. Billionaire!” He grinned and descended the stairs. “Where’s my red carpet? And the band?”

“Hello, Kyu-hun.” I stepped away from the convoy and brought forward ...