✨MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ✨|| JIKOOK

27.

JIMIN POV

I run a finger along the
dust-covered countertop.

I'm supposed to be listening to the contractor across the room as he spouts off measurements and details in a mixture of English and French but I
can't stop thinking about everything that happened
the day before with the twins.

Every time I close my eyes,
every time I have a free
moment for my mind to wander
I can picture the two of them, their toned, muscular arms wrapping around me as their mouths work their magic
across my entire body.

A full-body shiver runs through me just thinking about it.

"Sir, are you listening?"

I turn my head to look at
the burly Frenchman.

His expression is a clear mixture of confusion and annoyance.

And to be fair, I should be
paying attention to him, especially since I basically insisted that he should come
out here as soon as possible to give me a bid on the kitchen remodel.

"Hmm?" I ask reflexively, then shake my head as his scowl deepens.

"I'm sorry."

"Oui, monsieur, I'm listening."

"You were about to give me
the estimate on the new appliances we were talking
about earlier, right?"

He gives me a hard look
and I'm pretty sure I've got at least half of my answer right.

I'm certain we were talking
about that stuff at some
point, anyway.

"I was saying we can't possibly discuss that until you decide on cabinets." he says, turning
away and muttering some
thing in French that I'm quite certain is not a compliment on my listening skills.

Shit. Or, should I say, merde.

I'm staying on top of this renovation, despite my
current slightly distracted state.

I should probably try to get
some results from the hours
I've already spent with this particular contractor.

"Well, I still have several other contractors to speak with and several other bids to collect."

My sudden change in tone
from uncertain to strictly business gets his attention,
at least. I suppress a smile as
his eyes narrow.

Surely, he didn't think I'd be automatically handing him a blank check.

"So if you could give me your best estimate in writing by the end of the day today, that
would be helpful." I gesture to the binder near him that is bursting with plans I've
drawn up.

"Feel free to use the models
I've indicated there and we'll negotiate anything that might need to be changed after that."

He opens his mouth to speak
and for a moment I'm afraid
he'll call my bluff or throw a
fit or tell me that isn't how
things work here in France.

But he doesn't do any of those things.

He doesn't say a word, in fact, and finally closes his mouth again with an audible snap.

Satisfied that we've come to
an understanding, I leave him
to finish his measurements
and his grumbling on his own.

I walk out of the kitchen, tempted to go find Guk or Jungkook or both of them, preferably but I'm sure they probably have work to do
today, too.

And since they're paying me
for a full day of work, I should probably find something
besides thoughts of sex to occupy my time.

Like thoughts of what it would
be like to actually date one of them, for instance.