Living In The Shallows (UK Crush #1)
Aileen Foster, a shy, 22 year old student from LA, thinks she has landed a dream job as an interpreter for some actors making a film in Japan. She gets a surprise when she arrives in Tokyo and finds out that they are UK Crush, the hottest boyband around. She has been orphaned for most of her life, and it's a shock for her to enter their world of frank physicality. The boys come to love her, and Aileen is forced to look at her life and choices, and decide if she's ready to be brave and start living.
"Obviously there's been some sort of mix up," I heard one of them say. "She can't be more than sixteen; look at her."
"Well, regardless of her age, something's wrong, she's fainted dead away..." That was Gethin of the lilting tones.
"Miss?" I opened my eyes to see gray eyes hovering a few inches away. "Are you okay? Do you need us to call someone?" He put his hand, which I noticed with clinical detachment had to have at least an eleven-inch span-no Rachmaninoff issues for him-on my forehead. It felt warm and comforting for some reason, which was strange, as I wasn't used to receiving comfort from other people and a complete stranger at that.
"She feels a bit clammy," he told the boys behind him. "Perhaps we'd better get Paul in here to take a look at her-"
"No, please," I interrupted him, marshaling the last of my resources. I pulled away from his hand on my forehead. "No Paul. I need this job. I'm twenty-two. Twenty-two." It felt crucial to get this point across. "I need this job," I reiterated. "I haven't slept in, like, two days. If I could just take a little nap, maybe twenty minutes, I'll be fine, honest. Please? Please." I guessed I was going to find out in a hurry if they were nice guys or assholes.
Theo looked at me with concern then looked back at the guys on the couch. I closed my eyes and felt strong arms boosting my legs up onto my chair. "Okay. Okay. Calm down. Just close your eyes for a bit, Miss, um, Foster. Just relax..." And I was