Chapter 4

We slide out of the car, the hulks right behind us and he extends his hand to me. I interlock our fingers and we walk in to the main lobby. It is breathtaking. A large open space with Art Deco features, a checkerboard pattern floor and crystal chandeliers. We make our way to the lifts and he still has hold of my hand.

I think to myself that maybe this is something that they do in Korea, because it's highly unusual to hold someone's hand when you barely know them here. I don't feel uncomfortable though and his skin is warm and soft against mine. We call for the lift and on arrival enter through the double doors. Hulk number 1 presses for level 6 and up we go. I look at the floor but I can feel him looking at me.

We haven't said anything since getting out of the car, and we continue to walk in silence to the door, where Hulk number 2 unlocks it and allows us to walk in. Neither him or his counterpart enter the room with us. They stay stationed outside of the door. I'm all alone with him now.

The suite we are in is stunning. It has full length windows giving a beautiful view of the river and I spot Big Ben and the london eye. It's a clear sunny day and the city looks pretty. For a moment i'm transfixed at the view but this is broken when he finally speaks again.

"Have you ever stayed here before?" He asks pulling off his beanie and releasing his dark brown hair. It falls over his forehead, looking glossy and smooth in the billowing stream of light coming through the window. I am surprised he doesn't have a signature colour, and wonder if the reason for the lack of brightness is to stay under the radar.

"No, I haven't" I say, glancing around and taking in the decor. There is so much to see in here. I think he picks up on my interest and offers me a brief tour.

We have already observed the little lobby area with a small toilet off of it on entering and walked through it in to a large seating area with a dining table in the centre, splitting the seating in to 2 areas. To our left is a bar and on our right is the bathroom and bedroom areas. He shows me to the bedroom, and I can see a large bed with a chaise lounge at the foot, lots of glass items and bright colour, I notice he is still unpacking.

"I apologise for the mess" he says looking embarrassed. "I usually have someone to do this for me, but this time I wanted to be more independent. I didn't want the security with me either" he waves a hand in the direction of the Hulks and continues "Big hit wouldn't let me travel without them though".

"I'm sure they just want to protect you. You're a very important person it seems" I say walking over to the window. He chuckles and although i'm not facing him I can tell he has scrunched up his face again.

I suddenly realise that I haven't let Lori know I am ok, and although she was laughing at the end of our call, she will be worrying because that is just who she is. The best best friend anyone could have who has been by my side since we were 11. My ride or die.

"May I use your bathroom please?" I ask thinking I can call or text her from there out of ear shot and check on how i'm looking. I want to look my best for him and I probably don't. He of course agrees and as I leave the room I hear him start to sing my ringtone, quietly and not with any effort. He sounds so angelic.

I grab my phone out of my bag and notice I have a missed call and 2 texts. They are all from Lori. I open the texts and they say:

-I'm sure you are fine but ring me when you can x-

and,

-since when do you call me Lorraine, even my Mum doesn't call me that anymore!-

I hit reply and bash out a quick response.

-Sorry, wanted to talk but boss man was right there with a special client. I've been asked to be his tour guide whilst he's in London recording. At Savoy now with him in his room! Google Park Jimin from BTS and I will call you later. 😘-

I check my appearance in the mirror and it's not bad. My blonde hair is straight today, usually it has a wave to it, and my make up is muted, just natural tones. I reapply some dusty pink lipgloss and take a quick glance at my blouse and skirt, everything is in place.

I walk back out of the bathroom and he has made his way to the large L shaped sofa at the end of the room. I walk down to him and notice he has taken off his boots. I ask if I should remove my heels and he nods. I place them to one side and put my hand bag on top of them on the floor as he gestures for me to sit.

At first I sit on the edge of the sofa with my legs pressed tightly together at the knee and my hands on my lap. I feel uncomfortable. Not because of him but because of my attire. If I was at home on my sofa I would be in PJ's or a lounge suit, sitting comfortably in a pencil skirt is not easy.

He is draped over a large cushion, his legs stretched out gazing at me when he remarks, "you have very pretty feet Aimee, sexy red toe nails" and smiles. I feel my cheeks ignite and my heart rate increase. All I can manage to reply with is thank you.

He pats the sofa either summoning me closer or asking for me to put my feet up but I'm not sure which one he means. Do I ask? I'd sound silly if I did so I assume he means for me to come closer, so I slide my body along to a more intimate distance. He's pleased.

"Now, tell me Aimee, what would you like to eat?"