"Where are we going?" I ask as I follow Panda to the car.
"You'll find out." Pan gestures to the chauffeur to come out of the driver's seat.
"He'll be driving from now on." He explains, pointing at me.
"What? I'm not your chauffeur! I'm your bodyguard." I protest.
"Now you're my driver. This is the disguise you will be following me with."
I sigh. He's right. This will be the least suspicious position.
"Fine." I sigh and get into the driver's seat.
"Ow." Pan groans as he sits inside. I glance at him through the rear view mirror and smirk. His bottom must be hurting from when I pushed him off the bed.
"Everything alright?" I say seriously, trying to hide my grin.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing! I'm not laughing at all." I say quickly and start driving. I follow his directions cluelessly. Where are we going?
"You'll be following me everywhere." Pan says as he checks his iPad.
"Um, even the toilets?" I ask.
"Of course." He says seriously. "Why, is there a problem?"
"N-no!" I say, "I was just wondering. It's not like anything can happen in the toilets."
He frowns, "What if there's a hidden bomb planted somewhere in the toilets?"
"No one would be stupid enough. If I wanted to kill you, I would definitely do it in a place where no one passes. Toilets are too public to target a single person." I explain.
"You're picking a fight with me?" He says, piercing his eyes at me from the back seat.
"I would never!" I lie.
"Just do your job properly." He says angrily.
"Yes Sir!" I salute.
***
Turns out, we are actually at one of the King Company's hotels to hold a press conference about a scandal involving an actress and Panda.
The actress is beautiful and there's a lot of reporters taking photos and interviewing her. What kind of scandal has Pan got himself into? This idiot is full of problems isn't he?
Pan drags me hurriedly into a room and throws a bag I hadn't noticed onto the bed.
"Strip."
I stare in horror at his order. "This is illegal! It's not on the contract! What are you doing?"
"Calm down and change." He says mysteriously. "We don't have much time. Just follow my orders."
He walks out of the room and I slowly open the bag.
A Dress.
Heels.
Perfume.
A long wig.
What is this man planning?! He doesn't know I am a female so why?
£3000. £3000. £3000.
Fine! Just this once I'll give in to him.
I haven't worn a dress in years so I find it weird to see myself in it. The dress is tight and hugs my body. My chest area hurts with my binder still wrapped around my breasts. If I loosen it a little, I should be fine since he wants me to look like a girl right now for some reason.
The wig is a slightly lighter shade than my actual hair colour but it is long and wavy. I don't look that bad with it on.
There's a lipstick and eyeliner with a handwritten note inside the bag. "Wear the eyeliner of you can but you must definitely wear the lipstick."
I wear the dark red lipstick and leave the eyeliner. I'm not going to waste my time putting that on.
The most difficult part are the heels. I usually wear flats and boots with only a slight chunky heel but these are stilettos which look like they would break if I took a step.
I stumble around the room. I can't walk at all.
After spraying the perfume, I leave the room and find Pan waiting outside. What is he planning making me wear this get up?
When he sees me, his expression is strange before he grins and pulls my arm. "Let's go."
"Uh, okay." I say uncertainly as I stumble along with him. He holds my hand and drags me along.
As soon as we enter the main conference room, the reporters flock towards us.
"Mr King, who is this with you?"
"Mr King, is this your girlfriend?"
"Mr King, was the affair with Patricia untrue?"
They flash their cameras in our faces and chatter on top of each other as they ask questions.
As a bodyguard, it's my duty to make sure they don't come any closer. I step forward but Pan pulls on my hand and discreetly shakes his head.
"Thank you for coming today." Pan plasters a fake business smile as he greets the reporters. "I will answer your questions in turn."
"This is Flora Evian." Pan says calmly. He must be used to doing these interviews. "Yes, she is my girlfriend."
I choke. Is he serious? What is he playing at? He wants me to act like his girlfriend?! And what is with that name?
This man is getting on my nerves all the time.
If he had an affair, why is he using me, a "Male" bodyguard to cover it up?
***
I sigh for the tenth time and lie down on the bed. I am out of that dreadful dress and back into my own clothes. My feet hurt like hell. Pan is clearing the last few questions with the reporters. It took half the day to do this conference and by the end of it, I have somehow become Panda King's girlfriend.
All I wanted was to be a bodyguard who earns a lot of money but why am I here?
"I'm only putting up with you for the money Panda King!" I shout loudly.
I glance at the table near the bed. Right. He must have seen them. There is an empty Flora Butter box and an Evian water bottle. The previous residents must have left it here.
I laugh.
Flora Evian.