Chapter 42
Seoul, Korea
Highway
When Rain eventually joined Kita, she wore large, oversized sunglasses so he didn’t see her glassy eyes or know that she had been crying.
Arguments between Lula and Kita carried rather well through the bathroom door, and Rain heard everything as she brushed her teeth.
She didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was impossible to stop listening when they were talking about her. As much as Kita kept quiet usually, she really wished she hadn’t heard what he had to say in regards to her. She didn’t want to leave the hotel with him now, she just wanted to hide away in her room and pretend none of this had happened or that she had ever met Kita Yasuhiro, but he wouldn’t let her.
Multiple complaints about wanting to get it over with from him was what prompted her to face him, in a matter of speaking. She didn’t know what else to do!
The elevator ride to the garage was quiet.
Kita looked straight ahead as if Rain wasn’t even with him; she stayed back huddled in the opposite back corner, trying to look at anything but him.
Since she was nothing more than a child he was stuck babysitting in his eyes, she would try to be a quiet, invisible child that didn’t jeopardize the safety and well-being of him and his siblings.
“Where did you want to go?” Kita asked, heading to the attendant so he could check out a vehicle.
“If you don’t want to go, we can go back upstairs,” Rain said, her tone soft.
He shook his head; he hated it when she used that tone because it grated on his nerves.
When she did, he couldn’t tell her no.
“Why are you upset?” he asked, signing out a car for the day.
Rain’s eyes widened. How did he knows she was upset?! She hadn’t said more than a few words to him, hadn’t sniveled or had to wipe away any tears, and yet her knew.
She hated that he seemingly always knew, even if they’ve only been stuck together for a few days so far.
“It’s nothing,” she promised with a smile and two thumbs up.
“You’ve been crying,” he accused, handing the keys back to the attendant. “I will be taking the Maserati GranTurismo today.”
The attendant nodded and handed him the keys to the Italian sport car. “You break it, you buy it,” he warned.
“Of course,” Kita agreed, heading towards the Maserati then went around and got the passenger door for Rain. “After you,” he graciously said.
Rain forced a smile and took Kita’s offered hand and climbed in and he shut the door behind her.
“You can do this,” Rain whispered to herself, watching Kita walk around the front of the car. “His butt looks even better in jeans. Ugh! Why does he have to hate me so much? What did I do to deserve that?!” she whined the jumped, startled, when the car started.
Kita was sitting in the driver’s seat, looking at her. “You do that often,” he said.
She cringed. “You moved faster than I thought you did, but you were slow-motion walking in my mind-”
“I suppose that can happen when you’re admiring someone’s backside,” he agreed indifferently. “And I don’t hate you,” he said once they were clear of the garage and heading towards the highway. “Why would you assume I hated you?”
Rain sighed and looked out the side window. “I hear you and Lula talking, arguing I suppose, before we left. I was brushing my teeth, not eavesdropping, and then I was crying.”
Kita sighed. “I’m sorry you heard that. It wasn’t meant like… It was, but not for you. I don’t know you enough to hate you. It takes a lot to get me to that level. My little sister has a way of jumping to conclusions, and because I’m not acting like my usual insufferable pain in the a*s self, she automatically thinks it’s because I’ve fallen for you in only a couple of days.”
She looked at him with wide eyes. “Huh?”
“I’ve come to the conclusion women, regardless of where they are from or how lethal they are, are all hopeless romantics,” Kita said, making a face that made Rain smile. “I suppose I could blame you and your acting catalog that Lula and Lucien watched before taking the assignment, thus it turned them both into hopeless romantics.”
“Oh yes. Completely my fault,” Rain agreed; she didn’t know they had done that, but she knew Kita hadn’t bothered to watch anything she had starred in.
“Lula, she expects it to run in the family,” Kita guardedly explained, turning serious; he didn’t want to tell her, but he felt that he needed to in order to clear up the misunderstanding from earlier. “My parents met when they were on assignment: Mother was a translator with the UN or Interpol, the backstory changes depending on who’s telling the story, and Father was a guard for the royal family in his native Japan. While on assignment, they fell for each other. Lula’s first assignment that she was the lead on, she fell for the client and regretted it.”
Rain’s face dropped. “That’s so sad.”
He shrugged, his attention out the windshield more intently than needed. “It is her own fault. Because she followed in our parents’ footsteps, she thinks I did or will as well. I won’t. The job has no place for feelings or needless sentiment. I’m trying to be less robotic because if I don’t it will only complicate protecting you, but it’s difficult for me. Lucien is the people person that is everyone’s best friend by the end of the night. Lula is a terrifying force to be reckoned with but you have to respect her for it.”
“And you?” she asked, looking at him.
Again, Kita shrugged. “An insufferable stick in the mud, as they’ve repeatedly called me.”
Rain snorted. “You aren’t insufferable in the least. You’re just different. Your last job, was what is? I mean, was it personal protection or were you the lead like Lula?”
Kita didn’t say anything.
That was answer enough, he hoped.
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