"Hey!" she exploded. Had little Jia's carry the bride game really gotten into his head?
"What are you doing?" she asked Lu Aotian who put her gently on his bed.
"I just carried my bride home. What else would I be doing?"
She squinted her eyes.
"I'm not your damn bride! Has your brain been eaten up by worms?" he ignored her and proceeded to take of off his coat then his tie. He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt while looking at the girl on the bed.
Wan Jia had to swallow her drool as she watched his long slender fingers slowly play with the top button before unbuttoning it. He looked so seductive that she wanted to jump onto him. His fair neck was revealed before her. She glanced at his Adams apple which moved slightly when he swallowed. Slowly the second button followed. Her breathing turned slightly heavy as her heart raced.
Why did he suddenly stop? She really wanted to see his chest. Was it the same as before? Was it even better? Even though he had only undone two buttons, the girl had already pictured his whole chest and stomach bare and her imagination was slowly moving downwards…
"Seems like someone really can't wait to see me naked. Do you want to see my body that badly?" Her gaze shifted to his lips when she heard his voice. They looked soft and tortuously delicious. The last time they had only brushed slightly against hers. She didn't want a slight brush, she wanted to kiss him….really wanted to kiss the air out of him.
Eer wait. Someone wants to see him naked, he said? Wan Jia snapped back to reality. Lu Aotian was raising an eyebrow at her. Gah! She had really embarrassed herself.
"Who wants to see you naked? What's there to see?" she defended herself.
"Oh? Then why are you blushing so hard?" he inched closer seductively. Wan Jia's heart almost stopped beating. This was too much! He was doing it on purpose. She wasn't going to fall for his sick trap again.
"I'm not blushing! You're the one who is blushing. Your whole family is blushing!"
"Hehe..."
"What's so funny?" she meant to glare daggers at him but the look turned into a passionate gaze.
"I wonder why your hand is touching your breast then?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Idiot! I'm not…" shoot! He was right. Her hand was really… she couldn't get out of this.
'God this so humiliating'
Lu Aotian almost laughed his butt off.
Just then, his phone rang. Seizing the perfect opportunity, Wan Jia fled.
"Hey, don't go!" she heard a shout from behind.
Lucky enough Lu Aotian was too busy and didn't have time to have dinner with them. Wan Jia coaxed her naughty baby to sleep and locked herself in the study room. Several pieces of paper were strewn across the table. All those were finished drafts. She was trying to find the best of the best to be worn by the first model.
One of the unspoken rules of designer awards ceremony was that the best piece was worn by the first model to give a good first impression to the judges. Many designers would also make the best model to wear this piece to promote fame. Wan Jia was pretty much ready for the ceremony apart from not having produced the dresses yet which she would do on the second last day and she still had seven models.
She had contacted two and would meet them the next day while Lu Aotian had offered to help her find two more from his connections. Actually, she was finding it hard to find enough models because most of them were already taken by other competitors. As for the ones affiliated with Mondial Studios, Mo Zilian had deliberately warned them not to have anything to do with her.
The next day, Wan Jia woke up early to go to the office an understood what she had forgotten the night before with one glance. The locker was wide open; she had forgotten to lock it! Without even having to check, she knew her draft file was gone. Her mouth twitched. Whoever was paying attention to her sure was observant. To have someone follow her around like a bodyguard, she was honored.
"Mo Zilian just won't give up." She sighed. She was sure this Mo Zilian had something to do with this. After all, everyone in the designing department was fairly busy and wouldn't have time to scheme against others. Only people like Mo Zilian who were vice presidents by name and had no actual skills would have so much time in their hands. She waited to see what their ultimate plan was.
Her fellow designers trickled in one by one. She lay on her office desk lazily with her hands dangling from the side of the desk as she counted them under her breath. She was getting tired of waiting. Could these schemers please hurry up?
"Designer Wan, are you alright?" a concerned colleague went up to her when he saw her dazed look.
"I'm fine."
"Designer Wan, you're too mysterious with your work. Your designs must be just as gorgeous as you."
"….thanks?"
Did these men not have any new pick up lines?
The door opened and Mo Zilian entered with another woman in tow. The two looked like a pair of proud b*tches. Wan Jia had a feeling that other woman was the bomb. sat upright and scanned the woman. Standing next to Mo Zilian, all that lacked was a very beautiful princess and those two would qualify to be the two evil step sisters.