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Kimberly Smith is sent over to Korea to represent her marketing company after just receiving the job in America. She was sent to work for Bighit entertainment to market for BTS a...
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Authors note: This book has several Smut scenes, including this part, so please read at your own risk. Also if you are not new, this book is undergoing some heavy editing, so please bare with me. ENJOY! <3
I was finally at the airport in Seoul and looking for my ride to Big Hit entertainment. There was a man in a suit holding a sign with my name on. I greeted him with a smile and walked his way. He was handsome but much older than me.
"Ms. Smith?" He asked in English.
"That's me," I reply in Korean.
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Smith. I'm Mr. Kim. I hope your flight was good," He had said in Korean as we walked to the car sitting outside, and he opened the door for me.
"Thank you, and my flight was great," I replied.
"I'm here to be your translator if you need it. Considering how good your Korean is, I think I will be useless." He said with a chuckle.
"Thank you, but I might need you if I don't understand a few words," I reassured him.
He climbed into the back of the car with me and started to go over the business schedule as the driver took us to Big Hit entertainment. When we had arrived, and I was taken to the third floor. A few minutes later, a group of men walked in.
"Boys, ready?" Namjoon asked BTS, "Hello, we are BTS," all seven men bow at the waist.
"Hello, I'm Kimberly Smith," they looked surprised as I spoke to them.
"You speak Korean?" Hoseok asked with a curious face. I nodded in agreement, and the meeting started.
We talked about how the market was in America versus the one in Korea and how changes should be made for when they release their CD's in America based on American culture, etc. When I was sitting at the table, I kept feeling someone's leg against mine. I glanced over, and to my surprise, I met eyes with Yoongi, who's expression was unchanging as he continued to rub his knee on mine. I turned my attention back to the meeting and moved my leg enough that he couldn't continue to distract me.
A few minutes later I felt his hand on my thigh, I glared at him, and he seemed amused. He was always very charming with that shit-eating grin of his face. I tried to ignore him, which made him travel further up my thigh. When I didn't react to his teasing, he gave my leg a squeeze, almost causing me to yelp. Finally, I had enough with his shenanigans, so I removed his hand from my leg. His amused expression changed to a disappointment on.
The meeting went on as planned, and there were no other interruptions from Yoongi, but I couldn't stop thinking about his hand on my thigh. Mr. Kim had taken me to my room in the dorm. It was the same dorm as the boys, but I was on the guest floor. It was a private room with a desk, bed, kitchenette, and bathroom. The covers on the bed were an eggshell color, and the walls were a baby blue.
