Chapter 142

International Air
Private Jet


Kita looked to the folded pile of clothes on the vanity. “What are those?” he asked.

“Tae-il was so kind as to offer me something more comfortable to wear for the flight,” Rain explained. “I need help getting out of my outfit,” she said. “Will you unzip me please?”

He sighed. “Tell my baby brother to stop with his antics,” he grumbled. “It is weird.”

Rain giggled. “I was close to giving him the finger for his shameless innuendo,” she offered.

Kita chuckled, turning Rain around so her back was to him.

“I hate this outfit, I hated it when they forced me to wear it the first time, and I don’t want to be stuck in it for the entire flight. Tae-il was a gentleman and gave me something to wear, so will you please unzip me?”

Rain jumped, startled, when the zipper started to pull down.

She looked over her shoulder and looked at him.

Kita’s attention was on what he was doing and each inch of skin he exposed with the simplistic action.

When Rain had stepped out of her trailer in the soft pink dress that zipped from the hem up, he snorted. It wasn’t flattering on her, the design he couldn’t find the purpose of, and when she reddened with embarrassment after looking at him for approval, his chest tightened.

“Thank you,” Rain whispered, breathlessly.

“It is an ugly dress that I have no longing to look at longer than I already have,” he said, his fingers caressing her exposed back as he finished unzipping her.

Her skin was ridiculously soft and littered with small, barely visible white scars.

“It’s supposed to make me look as if I have womanly curves on screen,” Rain grumbled under her breath, tugging on the neckline.

“You have womanly curves,” Kita said, his eyes moving over her from behind; the unzipped dress revealed all of her from behind, and he rather liked the way her tiny lavender and grey colored silk panties cut up her backside more than they should.

“Nu huh,” she grumbled, pulling the pins out of her hair. “The Director and Producer have voiced their opinions on my lack of womanly attributes rather loudly throughout the entire production.”

“Simply say the word and they will be silenced forever,” Kita said, getting to his feet then slipped out of his jacket and holster and set them on the vanity, his attention never leaving the small panty-covered backside teasing him.

“Tempting offer,” Rain said, causing him to smile.

There was something unbelievably sexy about her when she encourages his mudery side, as she calls it.

“Seon Rain, you are Korean, a young Korean woman at that,” he said, unbuttoning his dress shirt. “You are not Brazilian or Colombian.”

She snorted.

That didn’t come out right.

“What do they expect of a young Korean woman?” he tried to clarify.

If that was compliment, Rain missed it.

“I don’t know,” she admitted as she finished pulling the pins from her hair then released from the band holding it back. “Sometimes I feel like they are trying to keep me looking like a child but sexualize me and my image on film. You remember what the Producer did when you refused to leave my side.”

Kita nodded, watching her.

The first day on set the Producer was adamant that he speak with Myo Mi-Sun in private.

Myo Mi-Sun politely declined his offer.

After the second demand, he errored when he tried to grab her arm to force her to speak with him. Kita broke that man’s thumb and wrist, and threatened to snap his neck if he did that again.

Lula had step in and take care of it with the Production Company and Producer, then she threatened the Producer with a restraining order if he touched their client again.

It was an eventual first day back on set, to say the least.

Rain sighed, pulling her fingers through her hair to loosen the curls. “I don’t know why I even bother anymore. I don’t enjoy it,” she said, slipping the dress off her shoulders then carefully folded it up so she could return it to set when shooting resumed.

She turned around and reached for the shirt on the vanity, but it wasn’t there.

“Where’s the shirt and shorts Tae-il loaned me?” Rain asked, looking at Kita.

His eyes were wide and mouth was slightly ajar.

She was standing there in only a tiny pair of panties and a bra, her hair spilling over one shoulder in large, loose curls that Kita longed to knot his fingers in.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Why are you getting undressed… Oh my God!” she shrieked when she realized that she was standing there nearly naked. “Turn around!” she shouted in a panic, trying to cover what he had already seen with her arms and hands.

Kita offered a small smile. “Here,” he whispered, draping his dress shirt over her shoulders. “This one I know has not come into contact with sesame,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.

It took strength he didn’t know he possessed to keep from eying her and the cute lavender and soft grey bra and panty set she was wearing and admire her slender body.

That was a completely believably excuse as to why he was half-naked with her in the bathroom.

But it wasn’t the reason he was giving her his shirt in the least.

To see Rain in the clothing of another man turned his stomach and caused a searing in his chest.

That wasn’t normal, he knew, but Kita didn’t know how to resolve that problem other than to take the problem out of the equation. The problem wasn’t Seon Rain in another man’s clothes, but Kita refused to even suggest it was because he has feelings for the young woman he was commissioned with protecting…

Seeing her nearly naked now, however, caused his heart to race and his cheeks flushed, confirming that he might indeed have feelings for her.

Rain shuddered when Kita wiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek; she has gotten so comfortable around him that she completely forgot she was undressing in front of her bodyguard.

“I know why I was getting undressed, but why are you getting naked?” Rain hiccupped.

“I am not getting naked. I always wear a tank top under my dress shirts, you know that. And stop trying to distract me from the original discussion.”

She snorted.
Rain rather stand there practically naked in front of him then talk about her body, which he had now seen nearly all of.

“You have womanly curves,” Kita whispered, buttoning his dress shirt for her since she was trembling. “Never let those jealous of you or your natural beauty make you believe otherwise,” he scolded.

It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about either, especially with the start of an erection like he has, but he’d do anything to distract her so she doesn’t cry more than she already has.

Kita hated it when she cried, but it broke his heart when she cried because of him.

“If you must know,” he continued in a whisper, “you render all those that have the honor of being in your presence breathless with merely your smile. I, myself, have been victim to it many times since meeting you.”

That was romantic, but Kita Yasuhiro wasn’t romantic, he had mentioned multiple times that he refused to be romantic, so Rain knew it wasn’t intended that way.

Rain’s bottom lip trembled uncontrollably; she hated that he didn’t mean it in the romantic sense.

“But know I have never seen a woman look as breathtakingly beautiful as you when you honor me with each glimpse you give me of your bared heart and soul.”

Rain looked up at him.

No, that was romantic.

Intentionally romantic!

The moment was perfect.

Kita was standing half-dressed in front of her, she was nearly naked, each breath he exhaled washed over her lips and they parted with longing.

And, for the first time, his parted as well and he started to close the distance between them as Rain stood tall on her tip-toes.

What would a little kiss hurt?

The moment was perfect, it was just the two of them, and it was obvious it was what they both wanted.

It was picture perfect.

What Rain had always envisioned her first actual kiss to be like…

And of course, reality would have a different opinion on it being right or not.

The bathroom door pulled opened and instantly Kita pulled one of the guns from the vanity and pointed it at the interloper, with his other hand he pulled Rain protectively behind him in an impressively fluid movement.

Lucien gave him a look. “I would not suggest shooting me since we are many thousand feet over the ground and a loss in cabin pressure could kill us all,” he said, looking from his brother to the cowering, half-dressed young woman behind him.

Apparently he missed something and stopped something else.

Kita was going to kill him for this.