Manganiello Residence

@Kim Eunhae The female earned herself a subtle smile from the obvious reaction. A pair of brown fell on the exposed bust with a soft hum of approval. Joe tilted his head upon hearing her greeting, more curious than ever with a mixure of amusement on his face. When she continued, the older male found it to be unexpected. However, since this wasn't his first time dealing with such issue, he remained calm although he got anxious for a brief second. The door was widely opened and Joe stepped back as an invitation, closing and locking the door afterwards. "Women do love gossips huh?" His hand stretched out towards the kitchen counter, motioning her to have a seat and a drink. "What would you like to drink? I don't keep alcohol at home though." A glass was set down on the marble countertop and a pitcher filled with homemade mango juice was retrieved from the fridge.

Obviously the woman wanted something from him otherwise she wouldn't appear on his doorstep with a threat. "Think whatever you like, gorgeous. I'm an honest bussinessman. I just happen to hangout with dishonest ones." Once the glass was halfway filled, the juice was stored and Joe sat on a brown leather stool. "Nobody shows up on a stranger's door with slander. What do you want?" Money couldn't be it since she was born to a well off family. but then again, technically the money was her parents', not hers.

@Joe Manganiello Eunhae died a little on the inside at the sight of him. She had no idea how old he was but it was obvious there was a large gap between their age. Nevertheless, hot damn. Her eyes slowly wandered from his face and moist hair down over his developed chest and firm abs, lingering just below the hemline of the black towel. She coughed, flushed and swallowed, her gaze shifting to the sky as if there was something interesting there. That didn't last long. That only lasted a second and she was back to staring at the man, although she restrained herself to his face this time. Her palms were clammy but the grin on her face was confident. And cheeky. "Hii~!" Her tone wasn't formal in the least but a cheerful drawl that let people guess her spoilt background. "So I heard through the grapevine that you run a drug ring, and was wondering if the police happen to know?" Eunhae wasn't one to bother with beating around the bush. Where was the fun in that. A finger topped with a slender, ruby red lacquered long nail reached up and poked the door, lightly nudging it. "You going to open up, handsome?" Eunhae grinned up at him and flicked her head so her hair fell over one side of her shoulders. "Don't worry, I didn't bring my moronic bodyguards along." She had no clue if he was worried about that or not, she only meant to imply that she was a person who normally had bodyguards following her around.

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@Kim Eunhae () omg lolol

@Joe Manganiello [ *screams* *fangirls* *screams* ]

@Kim Eunhae The day was spent attending a charity event for three local orphanages held at a hotel. Joe was one of the sponsors and he didn't do it just to appear innocent in the public eyes. Like most human, he has a soft heart for the unfortunates. It reminded him that there was still good left inside that twisted heart of his. Once the event was over, he went home - took a nap, hit the gym to meet a few friends, went home and had a bowl of cereal for snacks then took a nice hot shower.

As he wore a black towel around his waist after drying up, the doorbell rang. A small screen installed next to the front door showed a young female on his doorstep. A sense of familiarity washed over the curious man while staring at the woman through the screen. He stood there thinking then exclaimed quietly when he figured out where he had seen her. It was at a party a few weeks ago. An alluring one but it was a shame that Joe had to leave early without even getting to speak to her. He wad going to ask someone to look for her but forgot when he got caught up by work.

"How may I help you, gorgeous?" The door was left slightly ajar. Joe would have invited her inside but first, he needed to know her intent - did she know him from the party, didn't get the chance to talk to him so she went looking for him? Or was it something else? Briefly he looked around the empty hallway, being wary of possible attack.

@Joe Manganiello [I'm so sorry for the huge delay ><]

Eunhae tugged at the tip of her rather short, black, and form-fitting dress. There was a faint blush on her cheek but she blamed it on the chilly weather. She curled her slender fingers into a tight fist and her knuckles turned white from the pressure. She hated to admit it, but she was nervous. Was this really a good move? No, absolutely not. Despite lacking evidence, it was obvious that what this man did was not legal. Having managed to evade the law for so long, would he even care if he was threatened with it? Probably not, but that was also what Eunhae was counting on. She was immature, and bratty, loud, demanding, spoiled, etc... but she wasn't a complete moron. Then again, that was to be decided after seeing how this went. Eunhae's expression calmed into her usual proud face as she released her fist and rang the doorbell. Her long black hair fell messily over her shoulders, framing a stately chest that was emphasized by a deep V-neck. So where was she and what was she doing? She had come to Joe Manganiello's abode. Leader of some kind of drug ring, devastatingly handsome for a guy his age - heh -, and soon-to-be the first victim outside of the family to her blackmail. Why? There was this fancy and really expensive bag, you see, and she really needed it. She would die without it. She couldn't live even another day without it. So yes, here she was. Waiting for Joe Manganiello, or perhaps a guard, to open the door.