Here are excerpts from the Chapter.
“You don’t want a sister . . . you want someone to boss around and then beat up on when you aren’t getting your way. Hyun Joong not as good as ‘Baek Seung Jo’? Is that it? Did he turn out to actually be a MAN? And not a fucking fantasy . . . AH! That’s it. I’ve figured it out. There’s where your triangle comes from . . . You don’t need two real breathing men do you? You have Hyun Joong AND ‘Seung Jo’, at your beakon call. Lucky you. Must be fucking nice. When one disses you . . . Bamm! Here comes the other one.”
“Don’t go there Saffire.” Saffron warned, waving the photo of Hyun Joong in front of Saffire’s face, hoping to God that she could get the air-headed, blonde spitfire to stop talking before she put her foot in her mouth and broke the dam.
“HEY! Listen up before you go getting your panties in a twist.” Saffron kicked one of Hyun Joong’s boots watching it careen across the newly polished floor, landing sole first against the doorway. “First off, I DON’T hate you. And secondly, how was I supposed to know JJ would be here? Am I telepathic? Can I see through walls?” Slapping her own palms down on the seat of plastic covered bar stool, she glowered at Saffire, (really just wanting to send it the way of the boot and throw it at her arrogant face). She had held back long enough tonight.
“Clearly, you and ‘Mr. Sexpot’ there were about to DO IT, in the freaking kitchen weren’t you? My kitchen! Where I bake! Five minutes later and you probably would have been bare-assed on top of the counter.”
Thanks, The Chairman's Daughters