Fifty Shades Of Park Jimin

HOT SEXY BILLIONAIRE

Park Jimin opens the passenger door to the black Audi SUV, and I clamber in. It's a beast of a car. He hasn't mentioned the outburst of passion that exploded in the elevator.

It never happened, it never existed. Perhaps I imagined it all. No.

I touch my lips, swollen from his kiss. It definitely happened. I am a changed woman. I want this man, desperately, and he wanted me.

I glance at him. Park Jimin is his usual polite, slightly distant self.

How confusing.

Park Jimin start the engine. The music is on very briefly when the phone rings. Is this his life, constant nagging phone calls?

"Hi, Jimin, d'you get laid?"

"Hello, Jungkook - I'm on speaker phone, and I'm not alone in the car," Park Jimin sighs.

"Who's with you?"

Park Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Roseanne."

"Hi, Roseanne!"

"Hello, Jungkook."

"Heard a lot about you," Jungkook murmurs huskily. Park Jimin frowns.

"Don't believe a word Lisa says."

Jungkook laughs.

"I'm dropping Roseanne off now." Park Jimin emphasizes my name. "Shall I pick you up?""Sure."

"See you shortly." He hangs up, and the music is back.

"Why do you insist on calling me Roseanne?"

"Because it's your name."

"I prefer Rosie."

"Do you now?" he murmurs.

We are almost at my apartment. It's not taken long.

"Roseanne," he muses. I scowl at him, but he ignores my expression. "What happened in the elevator - it won't happen again, well, not unless it's premeditated."

He pulls up outside my duplex. I belatedly realize he's not asked me where I live - yet he knows. Of course he knows where I live. What able, cell-phone-tracking, helicopter owning, stalker wouldn't.

I don't understand. Honestly. He climbs out of the car, walking with easy, long-legged grace round to my side to open the door, ever the gentleman - except perhaps in rare, precious moments.

I climb out of the car. I'm not sure if I hear an audible gasp, but I choose to ignore it and head up the steps to the front door.

Lisa and Jungkook are sitting at our dining table. Park Jimin follows me into the living area, and in spite of her I've-been-having-a-good-time-all-night grin, Lisa eyes him suspiciously.

"Hi Rosie." She leaps up to hug me, then holds me at arm's length so she can examine me. She frowns and turns to Park Jimin.

"Good morning, Park Jimin," she says, and her tone is a little hostile.

"Miss Manoban," he says in his stiff formal way.

"Her name is Lisa," Elliot grumbles.

"Lisa." Park Jimin gives her a polite nod and glares at Jungkook who grins and rises to hug me too.

"Hi," he smiles, his eyes twinkling. He's obviously nothing like Park Jimin, but they're brothers.

"Hi, Jungkook," I smile at him, and I'm aware that I'm biting my lip.

"Jungkook, we'd better go." Park Jimin says mildly.

"Sure." He turns to Lisa and pulls her into his arms and gives her a long lingering kiss.

Jeez... get a room. I stare at my feet, embarrassed. I glance up at Park Jimin, and he's watching me intently. I narrow my eyes at him.

Jungkook continues to kiss Lisa, sweeping her off her feet and dipping her in a dramatic hold so that her hair touches the ground as he kisses her hard.

"Laters, baby," he grins.

Lisa just melts. I've never seen her melt before - the words comely and compliant come to mind.

Jungkook must be good. Park Jimin rolls his eyes and stares down at me, his expression unreadable, although maybe he's mildly amused. He tucks a stray strand of my hair that has worked its way free from my ponytail behind my ear. My breath hitches at the contact, and I lean my head slightly into his fingers. His eyes soften, and he runs his thumb across my lower lip. My blood sears in my veins. And all too quickly, his touch is gone.

"Laters, baby," he murmurs, and I have to laugh because it's so unlike him. But even though I know he's being irreverent, the endearment tugs at something deep inside me.

"I'll pick you up at eight." He turns to leave, opening the front door and stepping out on to the porch. Jungkook follows him to the car but turns and blows Lisa another kiss, and I feel an unwelcome pang of jealousy.

"So, did you?" Lisa asks as we watch them climb into the car and drive off, the burning curiosity evident in her voice.

"No," I snap irritably, hoping that will halt the questions. We head back into the apartment. "You obviously did, though." I can't contain my envy. Lisa always manages to ensnare men. She is irresistible, beautiful, sexy, funny, forward... all the things that I'm not. But her answering grin is infectious.

"And I'm seeing him again this evening." She claps her hands and jumps up and down like a small child. She cannot contain her excitement and happiness, and I can't help but feel happy for her. A happy Lisa... this is going to be interesting.

"Park Jimin is taking me to his place this evening."

"His place?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you will then?"

"Oh, I hope so."

"You like him then?"

"Yes."

"Like him enough to... ?"

"Yes."

She raises her eyebrows.

"Wow. Roseanne , finally falling for a man, and it's Park Jimin- hot, sexy billionaire."

"Oh yeah - it's all about the money." I smirk, and we both fall into a fit of giggles.

"Is that a new blouse?" she asks, and I let her have all the unexciting details about my night.

"Has he kissed you yet?" she asks as she makes coffee.

I blush.

"Once."

"Once!" she scoffs.

I nod, rather shame faced.

"He's very reserved."

She frowns.

"That's odd."

"I don't think odd covers it really," I murmur.

"We need to make sure you're simply irresistible for this evening," she says with determination.

Oh no... this sounds like it will be time consuming, humiliating, and painful.

"I have to be at work in an hour."

"I can work with that timeframe. Come on." Lisa grabs my hand and takes me into her bedroom.

The day drags at the work's even though we're busy. We've hit the summer season, so I have to spend two hours restocking the shelves once the shop is closed. It's mindless work, and it gives me too much time to think. I've not really had a chance all day.

Park Jimin mentioned some kind of written paperwork, and I don't know if he was joking or if I'm going to have to sign something. It's so frustrating trying to guess. And on top of all the angst, I can barely contain my excitement or my nerves.