The doorbell chimed, sharp and impatient. Tae adjusted the hem of her sheer lavender dress, the fabric clinging to her hips like a second skin.

"Coming!" she called, her voice dripping honey. She swung the door open, leaning against the frame. "Well, hello there." Her gaze traveled slowly up the delivery man’s muscled frame—tight black t-shirt stretched across broad shoulders, worn jeans low on his hips. A pizza box steamed in his hands.