Off Limits Attraction (The Heirs of Hansol #3) - Jayci Lee Page 0,1
her from falling asleep, and possibly drooling, in the pilot’s presence. That would’ve been very unheiress like.
The helicopter came to a smooth landing on the hotel roof, and Jihae rushed to the privacy of her room. By the time she let herself inside the presidential suite, she was exhausted and starved. After kicking off her snake-print stilettos, she made a beeline for the hotel phone.
“Yes, Miss Park.” Her butler picked up on the first ring.
“Could you send up a double cheeseburger with extra jalapeños, some curly fries and three bottles of ice-cold lager?”
“Do you have a preference for a specific brand of lager?” he asked with his usual fake not-so-British accent.
Jihae had lived in the UK for close to a decade and it was obvious her butler never had. But she would never burst his bubble. If he got a kick out of using a British accent on the job, then by all means, why not let him speak with a fake accent?
“Anything local is fine. Surprise me.”
She hung up the phone and took stock of her evening. Her schedule was gloriously empty. Since she didn’t need to leave her suite until tomorrow morning, she headed for the bathroom for a proper hot soak. The food wouldn’t arrive for at least thirty minutes, and she was dying to scrub off her makeup and let her hair down. Literally.
Princess Jihae, as the Korean media called her, hadn’t been born into this world. She’d been meticulously created by the Park family’s PR specialist and stylists when the real Jihae was about seventeen. Her parents needed a persona worthy of being a part of their pseudoroyal family—the almighty jaebul. She had preferred the prior seventeen years of neglect by them compared to the constant reminders of her responsibilities to her family and the importance of maintaining a perfect image.
By then, she’d already been tall, close to her current five foot eight. They couldn’t work the lovely, delicate-flower image on her, so the team decided she would be presented to the world as the picture of aloof elegance. Other than when she was home, Princess Jihae always wore her hair up in chignons, buns or elaborate updos befitting the occasion. And her entire wardrobe consisted of finely cut clothes in various shades of white—all selected by her stylist during the private shows that fashion designers hosted for her family. She’d fought tooth and nail for her right to choose her own shoes as long as they were appropriately upscale.
People probably thought she wore a billowy white nightgown with a chignon to bed. Ha! She plopped down on the couch in her French terry joggers and a baggy T-shirt, and draped one leg over the arm of the sofa. Tonight, she was dressed from head to toe in pink. Unsurprisingly, her home-alone clothes were the colors of the rainbow. And her hair was falling freely over her shoulders, brushed but damp.
She grabbed the remote and raised it toward the TV when a familiar “British” voice said from the hallway, “Your dinner, miss.”
“Please leave it outside the door. I’ll serve myself when I’m ready. Good night, Timothy,” she said in rapid succession. He couldn’t see her out of character.
After a slight pause, he replied in a slightly miffed tone, “Very well, miss. Please let me know if you need anything else. Anything at all.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
When she heard his receding footsteps, she scrambled off the sofa and rushed to the door to listen for the ring of the elevator. She waited ten more seconds before opening the door a sliver to check the hallway. All clear. There were only three other suites on the floor, but she couldn’t be too careful.
Once she grabbed the cart, she headed straight for the couch and TV, and opened her first bottle of beer. She closed her eyes and took a long swig of beer. Heaven. With one hand, she clicked until she found the channel showing The Bachelor, and grabbed the burger with her other hand. The first sloppy bite of the juicy, oozing cheeseburger was probably the best thing that happened to her all day.
By some miracle, she finished her burger without getting any of it on her clothes, and leaned back on the sofa with her second bottle of beer. Her favorite part of watching The Bachelor was the commercials. American commercials were so different from the Korean ones. She loved the outrageous humor in many of them.
“Tomorrow on Hollywood Insiders,” the voice-over bellowed from the speakers,