I got played! What do I do?!

Kim Han-byeol's face went red every time she thought about last night.

When Jang Tae-san had leaned in close and breathed hot against her skin, she'd let herself hope for all kinds of things.

She'd never had a moment that hot in her whole life.

A man like a big bad wolf, asking if she wanted him to take responsibility.

That one line had melted her on the spot.

She'd been fired and had nowhere to go. No whisper in the world could have comforted her more.

On top of that, he was a man anyone would fall for, and he was ridiculously rich.

Heaven had to be showering her with blessings, she'd thought.

They'd kept drinking in the room.

She'd finally understood what people meant when they said liquor tasted sweet as honey.

They'd worked up a good sweat, so the liquor went down like water.

The mood had been warm and cozy, too.

She'd snuggled into Jang Tae-san's arms and even turned on a little charm.

He was a younger man, but she didn't care one bit. This was a real man's man, the kind who'd had Russian intelligence wrapped around his finger.

Then, just like that, everything went black.

She'd passed out mixing whiskey into beer for bomb shots.

With a man like Jang Tae-san, she'd felt safe letting her guard down, and she'd gotten as drunk as she pleased.

They weren't kids. They were a grown man and a grown woman, and something could easily have happened between them.

"How old are you...?"

"Twenty-six."

"Same as me?"

"Is that so..."

When she opened her eyes in the morning, she was in a hotel.

A suite, the kind they said only VIPs used.

She woke up in a huge, soft bed...

And nobody was beside her.

Blackout curtains kept out the sun.

It was noon. Noon!

She jolted upright and looked herself over.

Amazingly, nothing was out of place.

The guy who'd offered, so hotly, to take responsibility for her hadn't laid a finger on her.

And that wasn't all.…