An intense darting eyes in between SiSi and me, waiting one of us to say something. Because I certaintly won't be the one who will speak first.
' Hi President Feng.' SiSi nod at him. 'But, excuse me.I need to powder my nose.' She places her empty glass on the worktop and leaves, and I mentally curse at her. She deliberately leave me with him. How dare you bestie!!! Oh shit. What do I do now?.
Now left only me and him. He circles around me so he could facing me.
'You look stunning today,' he murmurs.
' Huh. Didn't you said I wouldn't have to see you again?; I challenge him and ignoring his compliment.
'I didn't know that you would be here.'
I look at him tiredly. "Grrrh. You sent the flowers.'
'Ah, so I did..' He smile ticklish on the edge of his lips.
Gosh! I don't really have time for his games. I need get away from him.
'Please, excuse me.' I go to sidestep him but he moves along with me and blocking my path.
'Wei Lin. I was hoping a tour.' He ask.
'Okay. I will get Yi Lan. She'll be happy to show you around.'
'Hm. But I prefer you to take me.' He keen.
'You don't get a fuck tour.' I snap.
He frown. 'Will you watch your mouth, lady?.
'Sorry,' I mutter indignantly.
He grins boyishly and I'm very furious with myself when my heart start to racing up. Gosh. I mustn't let him see the effect that he has on me.If not something bad will come.
'And leave the music alone.' I shout on him.
'I'm sorry.' His eyes flicker with a mischievousness and it's bloody sexy.
'Are you okay Wei Lin? You look a little shaky right now.' He reach out softly running his finger down my bare arm and continue provoke me. 'Hmm. Is something effect you?' He whisper.
Oh God! He actually discovered my condition and make a fun of me. Dear God, He's so awful.
I jerk away.
'Not at all.' I denied.
Gosh, I need to get off from his trapping line conversation.
'So did you want a tour?' I deliberately change the topic.
'I would love a tour.' He looks please himself with my sudden agreement.
On a huff, I lead him out of the kitchen and into a massive living space.
'Lounge,' I waves my hand about in the general space around us. '
And you've seen the kitchen,' I say over my shoulder as I walk through the open space and onto the terrace.
'This is the view,' I maintain my tired tone and hearing him laugh lightly behind me.
I continue lead him back through the lounge to the workout room,not saying a word as we trek through the penthouse. President Feng shake his hands, while greeting a various people on our travels tour but I don't stop or allow him a time to chit chat with them. I march on the bid to get his over as soon as possible. Damn this place being quite big so suddenly.
'Gym,' I state, walking abruptly to leaving again when he enters. I head for the stairs, hearing him laughing behind me.
I take the back lit, and onyx stair case proceeding to open and shut the doors, one at a time while declaring what lies beyond. When we reach at the most resistant place, that I should a void entering with him, The master room. I wave my hand around at the dressing room and en suite bathroom. The place really does deserve more passion and time than I devoting.
'You are and expert tour guide, Wei Lin,' he teases, regarding on one of my favorite pieces of art.
'Miss Wei Lin. Care to enlighten me on the photographer? He snap.
'Jonathan Leijonhufvud ,' I toss the name at him while folding my arms over my chest.
'It's good. Is there any particular why you chose him?' He's blatantly trying to tempt me into a conversation.
I stare at his broad, suit-covered back,his hands resting lightly in his trousers pocket. He leans legs slightly spread. My eyes very pleased at his posture and my brain is in a jumbled mess. I sigh and decide, wisely or not, to indulge him. Jonathan Leijjonhuvhud definitely deserves my time and enthusiasm. I drop my arms and walk over to join him in front of the piece.
'He was know as master of the Hassleblad,' I tell him and look at him with my genuine interest.
'His images are made with two eyes, large format film cameras and medium format digital capture.And when not freezing time, Jonathan plays drums in Chinese rock band P.K.14. Indeed Jonathan Leijonhufvud is photographer of architecture, interiors, hospitality and landscapes. Plus he was born in Sweden but raised in China. Jonathan works throughout Asia with offices in Beijing and Hong Kong. I like him the most because of he seeking a sharp and dynamic style. And Jonathan's recent clients include Chanel, Converse, FutureBrand, Maison Martin Margiela, Marriott International, Meta Design, Ogilvy & Mather, RTKL, Swire Hotels and Zaha Hadid Architects. ' I tilt my head and observe the picture. I never tire of it because of the picture always look alive as is it.
After a few moment of silent , I rip my eyes from the picture and finding President Feng is staring at me. Our eyes got lock to each others and he's chewing his bottom lips. At that moment I realize that I won't be able to say know if he make his moves at this moments. Because all my defense were collapses and right now I out of all my willpower because I had used reserve tank last night. I've never felt more desire than when I'm with him. This time if he made any dangerous move I surrender and he will got all what he wanted from me. Plus our environment play along too. Tempting!
Oh My God. Please save me today.