The words made her head spin. She stared at his unbuttoned shirt, her mouth agape, unwilling to believe it. “N-no, that’s impossible.” She hadn’t made a drunken mistake since her junior year of college. That had been a point of pride. But I got drunk and spent the night with my boss? With Mr. Ryu? Desperate to deny reality, Saebom shook her head violently. “That’s impossible! I know myself, and I’m not some promiscuous woman!” She was not the type to sleep with just any man, whether drunk or angry. Absolutely not.