But Soo-Ah's door remained almost closed, and she showed no intention of opening it wider or inviting him in. Feeling awkward addressing her from the doorway, he had to ask. "Good morning. Could I come in so we can talk freely?"
Soo-Ah was familiar with this version of Sung-Ho. Finally opening her door, she allowed the man she thought she knew to enter her chamber. As soon as he passed her, silks swishing, she fell into a trance with him all over again. That scent of aromatic pepper and wood, his composure, his grace and his commandeering presence, beguiled her reasoning. Tingles were all over her skin. The heart pumping faster and the feeling she did not have enough air were all signs that she was falling once more under his spell.
