His Tour Guide

Chapter 8

"Where did you go Aimee?" He asks walking past me to his wardrobe. Im fully dressed holding my blouse closed. What was that!? I full on zoned out into the most erotic day dream of my life. I feel my cheeks blush and my chest constrict. I slowly breathe out as quietly as I can to steady myself. "Sorry" I say turning to him.

He has pulled out an oversized white t-shirt and pair of black joggers and hands them to me. I thank him and make my way to the bathroom to change. I fold my clothes and pull on his things, checking myself in the mirror as I go. They feel comfy albeit a little big. I walk back to the bedroom and he is waiting for me. "Perfect he says" with a smile that could light up a room.

We go back into the seating area and I see him yawn. I suppose the jet lag is finally hitting him. I walk over to where my bag is and remember that I have heels with me. Now that will look plain silly travelling home on the tube. I chuckle and he notices. "Oh, shoes" he says running back into the bedroom and coming out with a pair of converse. These should fit your pretty feet he says.

Miraculously they are a size 5 the same as me. I put them on and tie the laces. I place my clothes into my bag and then go to get my phone from the table where I had left it. He yawns again. "I think I should leave you to gets some rest" I say softly.

He passes me his phone and asks me to put my number in it which I do. Then he says he will text me tomorrow. I go to leave but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into a warm embrace. My head fits snuggly under his chin without my heels on. He kisses my forehead and thanks me for my time. Then tells me to ask Ji-Ho to arrange a car to take me home.

I look at him confused as I have not been introduced to anyone by that name yet and he laughs realising his error. He tells me the security guards are Ji-Ho and Min-Jun and are Big Hit security. I thank him again for the clothes and turn on my heels and leave.

As I exit the room both the guards turn to me and I say aloud "Ji-Ho?" The larger of the 2 bows at me and I advise Jimin asked if he could arrange me a car to take me home. He radios somebody, speaking Korean and gestures for me to follow him. We walk back to the lifts, and down to the ground level. He doesn't seem to be confused or bothered by me wearing his bosses clothes, perhaps this is a common occurrence? We walk across the lobby and out the main entrance where a taxi is waiting.

I give the driver my address and Ji-Ho closes the door and holds a hand up to me as a goodbye. I wave back and slump back in the seat letting out a sigh. The driver asks if i'm ok and I of course say yes, but deep down i'm angry at myself for getting worked up and now feeling disappointed that we didn't actually do any of that stuff that flashed through my mind.

I get out my phone and call Lori. It's a little after 6pm and she would be on route home from work. She may not answer as she could be on the tube, but she does. "Hey babe, i'm at yours. When are you going to be home?" I'm surprised that she is at my flat, usually we hang out at hers as it's bigger, but I tell her i'm in a cab on my way now. We hang up knowing that we can catch up in person shortly and I zone out taking in the sights whilst my mind whirls.

We pull up outside my block and I ask the driver what I owe him but he says it's been handled already. I thank him and step out. Eager to get up the stairs to see my bestie and finally get to be stupid and giggly over the fact that i'm wearing a global superstars clothes.

I open the door and walk in to my little living room and she eyes me up and down and says "why are you not wearing your clothes? What happened, did he hurt you?" Bless her for being concerned. I assure her no he didn't hurt me and that i'm fine and explain the button saga. She laughs and tells me she knew my big tits would get me in trouble one day.

I put my bag down, slip off the converse and plonk myself of the sofa next to her. She looks at me with a smile brewing and then hits me on the arm and excitedly says "spill!"