Married To The Jeon

68

Jungkook gives Rose a brief, if awkward, almost arm's-length hug. I know that Jungkook's attitude to Rose is tolerant, at best, and ambivalent most of the time, so this is progress. Releasing her, he says so quietly only she and I can hear, "I hope you are as happy in your marriage as I am in mine."

"Thank you, Jungkook. I hope so, too," she says graciously. The waiter has returned with the champagne, which he proceeds to open with an understated flourish.

Jungkook holds his champagne flute aloft.

"To Rose and my dear brother, Jimin - congratulations."

We all sip, well, I glug. Hmmm - Cristal tastes so good, and I'm reminded of the first time I drank it at Jungkook's club and later, our eventful elevator journey to the first floor.

Jungkook frowns at me. "What are you thinking about?" he whispers.

"The first time I drank this champagne."

His frown becomes more quizzical.

"We were at your club." I prompt.

He grins. "Oh yes. I remember." He winks at me.

"Jimin, have you set a date?" Somi pipes up.

Jimin gives his sister an exasperated stare. "I've only just asked Rose, so we'll get back to you on that, 'kay?"

"Oh, make it a Christmas wedding. That would be so romantic, and you'd have no trouble remembering your anniversary." Somi claps her hands.

"I'll take that under advisement," Jimin smirks at her.

"After the champagne, please can we go clubbing?" Somi turns and gives Jungkook her biggest, brown-eyed look.

"I think we should ask Jimin and Rose what they'd like to do."

As one, we turn expectantly to them. Jimin shrugs and Rose turns puce. Her carnal intent toward her fiance is so clear I nearly spit four-hundred-dollar champagne all over the table.

Zax is the most exclusive nightclub in Aspen - or so says Somi. Jungkook strolls, his arm wrapped around my waist, to the front of the short line and is immediately granted access. I wonder briefly if he owns the place. I glance at my watch - eleven thirty in the evening, and I'm feeling fuzzy. The two glasses of champagne and several glasses of Pouilly-Fume during our meal are starting to have an effect, and I'm grateful Jungkook has his arm around me.

"Mr. Jeon, welcome back," says a very attractive, leggy blonde in black satin hot pants, matching sleeveless shirt, and a little red bowtie. She smiles broadly, revealing perfect all-American teeth between scarlet lips that match her bowtie. "Max will take your coat."

A young man dressed entirely in black, fortunately not satin, smiles as he offers to take my coat. His dark eyes are warm and inviting. I am the only one wearing a coat - Jungkook insisted I take Somi's trench coat to cover my behind - so Max only has to deal with me.

"Nice coat," he says, gazing at me intently.

Beside me Jungkook bristles and fixes Max with a back-off-now glare. He reddens and quickly hands Jungkook my coat check ticket.

"Let me show you to your table." Miss Satin Hot Pants flutters her eyelashes at my husband, flicks her long blond hair, and sashays through the entryway. I tighten my grip around Jungkook, and he gazes down at me questioningly for a moment, then smirks as we follow Miss Satin Hot Pants into the bar.

The lighting is muted, the walls are black, I think, and the furnishings deep red. There are booths flanking two sides of the walls and a large U-shaped bar in the middle. It's busy, given that we're here off-season, but not too crowded with the well-heeled of Aspen out for a good time on a Saturday night. The dress code is relaxed, and for the first time I feel a little over . . . um, underdressed. I'm not sure which. The floor and walls vibrate with the music pulsing from the dance floor behind the bar and lights are whirling and flashing on and off. In my heady state I idly think it's an epileptic's nightmare. Satin Hot Pants leads us to a corner booth that's been roped off. It's near the bar with access to the dance floor. Clearly the best seats in the house.

"There'll be someone along to take your order shortly." She gives us her full megawatt smile and, with a final flutter of eyelashes at my husband, sashays back from where she came. Somi is already jigging from foot to foot, itching to get onto the dance floor, and Jackson takes pity on her.

"Champagne?" Jungkook asks as they head off hand in hand toward the dance floor. Jackson gives him a thumbs-up and Somi nods enthusiastically.

Rose and Jimin sit back on the soft velvet seating, hand in hand. They look so happy, their features soft and radiant in the glow from the tea lights flickering in crystal holders on the low table. Jungkook gestures for me to sit, and I scoot in beside Rose. He takes a seat beside me and anxiously scans the room.

"Show me your ring." I raise my voice over the music. I will be hoarse by the time we leave. Rose beams at me and holds up her hand. The ring is exquisite - a single solitaire in a fine elaborate claw with tiny diamonds on either side. It has a retro Victorian look to it.

"It's beautiful."

She nods in delight and, reaching over, squeezes Jimin's thigh. He leans down and kisses her.

"Get a room," I call out.

Jimin grins.

A young woman with short dark hair and a mischievous smile, wearing regulation, black satin, hot pants, comes to take our order.

"What do you want to drink?" Jungkook asks.

"You're not picking up the tab for this, too," Jimin grumbles.

"Don't start that shit, Jimin," Jungkook says mildly. Despite the objections of Rose, Jimin and Jackson, Jungkook has paid for the meal we just consumed. He simply waved them aside and would not hear of anyone else paying. I gaze at him lovingly. My Fifty Shades . . . always in control.

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