His Tour Guide

Chapter 1

I'm on all fours on the floor when I first lay eyes on him. Somebody had spilt coffee on the floor right before he was expected. I wasn't quite sure who he was, but the boss had made it really clear everything needed to be spotless on his arrival, so I dashed to the little kitchen off of reception grabbed a cloth and threw myself down hurriedly trying to wipe it all up before he got there. That obviously failed.

I glanced at the black army style boots that stopped just before me and slowly looked up, taking in a well dressed body. The clothes were baggy but still managed to show off that there was muscle hiding underneath. Black combats and a white t-shirt was his outfit of choice. To be able to view anymore I had to sit back on my feet, and as I did so I saw the most glorious long slim neck, beautiful pale skin, pink pillowy lips and a button nose. His eyes were hidden by large Chanel sunglasses and his head covered by a black beanie, but I instantly had flutters all over by what I had taken in so far.

I tripped over my words trying to apologise frantically for the mess, and continued to try and mop up the rest of the spill, but the cloth was full and it was futile. My colleague Nancy, a 50 year old rigid woman who is never normally friendly comes to my aid with kitchen towels and interjects to Mr Park to please excuse me and to follow her to the board room where he can wait comfortably for the boss.

He nods at her and glances down at me with a smirk. I'm not sure how to take it but then, I realise a button on my blouse has popped open showing off more cleavage than I would like and a little bra. I want the floor to swallow me whole as i'm so embarrassed. I quickly do up the button, then mop the remainder of the coffee up with the paper towel as 2 body guards walk past me following Nancy and our esteemed guest.

I pull myself up off of the floor and watch him float down the hallway. He moves effortlessly. The combat trousers fit snuggly around his arse and it's gorgeous. I feel myself heat up but then quickly I pull myself together as there is no time to become a giggly little girl with a crush. I have to call the boss to tell him that Mr Park has arrived and then get rid of this wet bundle in my hands.

Nancy returns in a few minutes as i'm washing the stickiness from my fingers. She asks if I can take our guests some bottled water through whilst she takes a cigarette break, and I nod. We're not expecting anyone else today and the phones have been quiet so it will be ok if no one is on the desk for a bit.

I quickly check my buttons and make sure my skirt is straight, push my hair behind my ears and get the waters and fresh glasses out and place them on a tray. I hurry off to the board room. I expertly push the door handle with my elbow, after lots of practice in the past and push the door open. Mr Park is sitting facing me, now with his sunglasses off and is flanked on each side by his body guards. They are enormous, making him look so small and delicate. His eyes focus on me, they are dark and intense. I place the tray on the table and let them know that Mr Nickel will be with them momentarily, and ask if there is anything else I can get them.

He looks at me, his glare burning through me. He definitely has a natural smoulder. I'm not sure if he is even aware he does, but it certainly has an effect on me. His tongue has popped into the corner of his mouth and rolls from left to right over those amazing lips. I feel that rush of heat again. He is absolutely beautiful.

"Thank you for the water" he says with a deeper than expected voice and an accent. "We do not need anything more, but please tell me your name" he follows.

"I'm Aimee" I manage, still feeling hot. I presume from looking at him that he is from somewhere in Asia, but not knowing anything about him I can't be sure and the accent is not giving me anything. I have never been very good with that stuff, often mistaking South African for Australian.

He nods at me before saying "I have never been welcomed by a woman on her knees before" and a sly grin fills his face, showing wonderful white teeth and making his eyes sparkle. I'm taken aback at his forward words and thrilled by them in good measure, but remain professional and smile at him again apologising for the mess.

I step back toward the door as I hear Mr Nickel approaching and take my leave. I smile at the boss and glance back at Mr Park, wholly intrigued by him and notice he is watching me intently. I expel the air from my lungs upwards from my mouth to try and cool my warm flustered face and return to my desk, knowing full well I will be googling his name to find out exactly who he is.