His Tour Guide

Chapter 6

I pick at my food and we talk about where he is from, his tours, music, and general conversation. He mentions he loves animals and I tell him I have a Bengal cat called Louis. He asks to see a picture so I walk back over to the sofa to retrieve my phone and am aware he is watching me as I lean down to pick it up from my hand bag.

5 text messages have come in. I read them quickly.

Lori:
- The savoy. Jesus who is this guy!?-
- Holy fuck Aimee he is a superstar!-
- Woah you are right he is hot! Are you behaving?-
- call me when you can, I need more details!-

Mr Nickel:
- Aimee, I apologise that you were caught on the hop earlier. I appreciate your acceptance to become a liaison for Jimin. Please can you be there for him when he wants and we will make sure you are paid for the overtime etc. This may mean some late nights and possibly weekend work. Let me know if this is unsuitable but he was very insistent it was you.-

I laugh at Lori, she is still quite excitable, she never lost that young hearted exuberance and lust for life like some do as they grow into adulthood. The Mr Nickel text is surprising. I have no problem with extra money, and I rarely go out of a weeknight, and i'm sure my girlfriends will be ok with a few skipped meet ups over the weekends, but the insistence on it being me makes my heart skip a beat.

I go into my photos and find a picture of Louis. He's laying on the windowsill sunning himself and looking right at the camera pulling a face that screams oh please leave me alone. Jimin coos and says how cute he is and then suggests we take a selca. I look confused and he realises he has used a Korean word. He shakes his head and says slowly "selfie".

"Oh, ok, sure" I return getting the camera ready and just as I go to lean closer to get him in the shot with me he grabs my hips and pulls me on to his lap. I fall with a yelp at the unexpected manoeuvre and giggle. He clearly likes this sound and tickles my tummy to lengthen my vocal outburst.

He has firm thighs and I feel safe in his strong arms. He wraps them around my waist but leaves my arms free to take the picture. I raise them and angle the phone snapping a really cute selfie of us. We are both looking at the camera with effortless smiles on our face and the light from the window accentuates his defined jaw line and makes my hair look golden.

As I put my arms down to show him the picture properly I feel a loosening at my front. I glance down and the offending button from earlier has not just popped open but actually fallen of, meaning my blouse is now open and you can see my white lace bra. He has spotted the button on the table and glances up at me.

I stand up, flustered, clasping at my top, and apologise for my wardrobe malfunction. He picks up the button and lets it balance on his index finger before rising from his seat too, placing the button in my hand, grazing his fingers across my palm. He steps in closer to me and whispers in my ear with a leg trembling husk "please, wear something of mine"

Out of sheer embarrassment I agree and he leads me to his bedroom by the wrist and I follow behind coming undone at the seams for so many reasons.