The Idol's Captive Bride

Divine Temptation

Chapter 3: Divine Temptation

I stumble slightly as we enter the room, more out of confusion at Ji-Ho's closeness, and being painfully aware of the muscular fingers firmly grasping my hand. Tripping over the rug, I accidentally bump into his back, and grab hold of him to steady myself. He turns and steadies me, and my heart stops beating for an instant in shock as I look up into his burning amber gaze. His lips are parted slightly, and I can't hide the wave of heated desire that washes over me, from between my thighs to flood through my belly, over my breasts and up my neck, to darken my cheeks with betraying rosy colour. I shudder, breathing in his exquisite fragrance, and my eyes drop to his lips. He lifts a hand to caress my cheek, running his thumb over my reddened skin.

“Hmm, so you feel it too, little Rosa?” He sighs, and ever so gently, puts his hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him, so we almost touch. I feel as if electricity crackles in that small distance still between us, and know that the only thing preventing me from losing all control is that distance.

I look up into his eyes again, and nod an agreement. “I never...I mean...What is this? I do not understand...” I trail off, unable to put into words how much I want to take that one step forward, shed my clothing, inhibitions, and professionalism, and devour every inch of his body on the carved four poster bed behind him.

He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I shudder helplessly, and sway towards him in longing. He laughs, a soft and gentle chuckle, “That's my revenge for yesterday, little one.” He is examining my face curiously, examining the way my pale cheeks redden further as my desire for him builds. I manage to pant out the words “Not here. Meant to be working!” and look up at him pleadingly. I am not a prude, by any stretch of the imagination. But if I take that step forward and indulge fully in exploring that muscular physique, I would be too aware of the people in the next room to enjoy myself properly.

He looks down at me consideringly. “Perhaps you are correct. We must work now, and play later...what do you think, Rosa?” He chuckles wickedly, and slowly leans forward, until our lips almost touch. I can feel his sweet breath on my skin, and inhale, drinking him in. The fragrance of roses intoxicates, and I feel my knees give way.

Then, suddenly he is away from me, over by the window looking out. I step forward and sink onto the bed, putting one hand to my throat as my heart flutters and jumps in my chest. I sit for a few long moments to calm my breathing. When I am calm, he strides over and stands in front of me looking down, his expression unreadable. ''Stay calm tonight, Rosa Corbyn, and we will...talk over dinner tomorrow.”  I swallow, hoping I will not regret this. “Yes. That would be...I mean...I would like that.” I blush hopelessly and look away. Dammit, I swore to myself that I would not behave like a teenager, and I made it exactly five minutes before I am making a fool of myself again.

He pulls me to my feet, smooths my hair, and pushes me towards the door. “Quickly, go and get ready.” he says decisively, “Let's get this over with!”

I straighten up, reminding myself I am here to work, and march out of the room to my kit, hoping my cheeks are not so flushed as to give away my feelings to the team members present. Ji-Ho's assistant shoots me a knowing look, which I ignore as I rummage through my case. I gather everything I need and walk back to where Ji-Ho is sitting.

Avoiding his amused gaze, and trying to think calm, cool thoughts to stop my blush from worsening, I start the process of making his beautiful face even more beautiful. I quickly become absorbed in my work, smoothing the sponge over his perfect skin, highlighting and contouring the beautiful bones. Now that we have spoken and I know at least that he seems to be as fascinated with me as I am with him, I feel a little less foolish. My hand shakes a little as I dab colour on the perfect, sensuous lips, and my cheeks grow hot again as I feel his eyes on me. I see his hand twitch out of the corner of my eye, and glance briefly at him. His eyes are burning, golden with emotion, and I look away again, suddenly feeling as if I need a cold shower. I walk back to my kit to calm myself down a bit, and take a deep breath.

I hear the photographer and stylist walk over to examine my work, and sigh with relief to hear noises of approval as they discuss how he looks. The photographer's next words make me freeze with terror, and unable to move for an instant. “Can you do some contouring and highlighting on his body, please? He's already quite toned, but Calvin Klein always want extreme definition, so we need a little more contrast.” She wanders off to get the lighting set up, and I wilt inside as I start rummaging through my gear for the highlighter and a darker contour.

I can't even meet his eyes as I walk back towards him, I know my face is a deep, rich red, and despair at what the hair stylist thinks. I can hear him chuckling as he watches. Hopefully they all take me for an innocent, naive girl who is just embarrassed to be rubbing makeup on a half naked man. I often get taken for younger than I am, as I'm quite slender and, well, a little under-endowed.

I risk a glance at Ji-Ho Park. He is watching me with a touch of humour, and a little desperation as he stands up and unwraps the silk robe. I watch, completely bewitched, as the luminous fabric slides off his broad shoulders, and the absolute perfection of his body is revealed, clad only in the classic Calvin Klein's. He is in perfect proportion, with the lean muscle of a boxer or gymnast. His every movement is precise and elegant, discipline and grace revealing the hours of training he must put in every day. As before, the closer I get to him the more my heart hammers in my chest, and I try to focus on my breathing so I can get the job done.

I stand before him, brush in hand, and try not to look up at his face as I anoint his collar bones and the curve of his chest. I feel, more than hear, the sharp intake of breathe as I circle a dark brown, pointed n****e with the highlighter brush. I bite my lip as I see it harden under the brush, and the hairs on my arms rise as I stroke it again, unable to resist. “Don't.” he purrs softly into my ear, voice rough and deep with desire. I don't dare look up at him, I am too close, and my need for him is so impossible.

I move lower, and have to get on my knees to do his abs, and that glorious V of muscle framing the defined abs, wrapping over square, angular hips and disappearing under the Calvins. I swallow, I am face to face with what is clearly a c**k of extremely respectable proportions, and clearly struggling with the situation as much as I am. I try and work as quickly as I can, this is just too much to bear for both of us. Heaven alone knows why he is attracted to me, being completely ordinary when compared to his glorious being, but at this point I'm not going to argue.

I smudge the highlighter where it is needed with the brush, licking my lips as I see the tanned skin twitch with each stroke. I brush contour under each defined muscle, making the desired contrast that will bring out his shape under the studio lighting. I look at my work carefully. It just isn't right, I need to blend. I reach out a tentatively, and run a finger gently along the muscle, from his hip to where it disappears into the underwear. I see a shudder pass through the sculpted abs, and glance up at him in surprise. He is glowering down at me, golden eyes flaming, lips pressed tightly together as he fights for control. I leap to my feet and away from him...is this desire, or something else? He still regards me with that strange, almost savage expression, as he stands there motionless, and I become aware I am trembling from head to toe.

 Just then, the door to the suite is thrown open with a clatter, and the scent of ice and freshly fallen snow fills the room, for an instant sweeping away the deep rose and cinnamon of Ji-Ho. A tall, redheaded woman with a dazzling smile, wearing a clinging, sequined gold dress sweeps into the room, followed by an entourage of at least 10 people.

“Ji-Ho, Darling, have you missed me? Of COURSE you have!” she sings out, in a broad but somehow musical Canadian accent. I recognise her instantly, she's another A-Lister, so famous she needs only one name; Natalia. His Ex-Girlfriend. Great. 

I retreat; she has such enormous energy I feel pushed aside in an instant. She bears down on Ji-Ho, throws an elegant arm around his shoulder and runs a finger down his chest. “Still as delicious as ever.” she purrs, kissing him on the cheek. I watch, feeling suddenly small and mundane in the presence of these two divine creatures. Ji-Ho's face has lost all expression, and I notice his shoulders have tensed, but he does not step away from her. “Natalia.” he says, his voice absent of all expression, “ So nice to be working with you again.”