“Why, Mr. Park.” Cooper batted his eyelashes. “Are you suggesting some sort of rendezvous at a hotel? I’m a nearly married man, you know.” Park stood, dragging his hands over Cooper’s bare skin, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Mmm, so am I. Let’s be bad this one last time and go snoop around a dead blackmailer’s room.” Cooper smiled. “You know, no one says sweet nothings quite like you.”
