3 Chapter 3 Mr. Feng

'President Feng, Miss Bei, of Deng Tai,' the guy announce.

'Perfect. Thanks, assistant Yu.

I'm dragged from my awed state straight into high alert and my back straightens. I can't see him, he's obscured by the big guy's massive frame, but that raspy,smooth voice has me frozen on the spot and it certainly doesn't sound like it's coming from a cigar smoking, overweight, wax jacket wearing Lord of the Mansion. The Big guy or assistant Yu as I know him, moves to the side,giving me my first glimpse of President Feng.

Oh God, oh my goodness. My heart crashes against breastbone and my nervous breathing rockets to dangerous levels. I suddenly feel light headed and my mouth is ignoring my brain's in instruction to say something. I just stand there staring at this man, while he stares back at me. His husky voice halted me in my tracks but the sight of him...the sight of him has just turned me into a non-responsive, quivering wreck.

He rises from his chair and gaze travels up with him. He's very tall. His white shirt is casually rolled at the sleeves, but he still wears a black tie,loosely knotted and hanging down the front of a broad chest. He makes his way around his massive desk and slowly walks towards me. It's then that I take in the full impact of him. His dirty black hair looks like he's half attempted to get it into some resemblance of a style but given up. His eyes are sludgy brown but bright and the way too intense. The stubble covering his square jaw does nothing to conceal the handsome features beneath it. He's lightly tanned and just, holy sh**t, he's devastating. Lord of Old Mansion?

Miss Bei?. His hand comes toward me but I can't persuade my arm to raise and clasp his outstretched offering. He's so gorgeous and beautiful as hell.

When I don't offer my hand, he reaches forward and clasps both of my shoulders then slowly leans in try to kiss me, his lips brushing lightly over my burning cheek. I tense all over and I can hear my pulse throbbing in my ears and even though it's completely inappropriate for a business meeting. I do nothing to stop him and I'm all over the place.

'It's a pleasure, 'he whispers in my ear which only severed to make me nervous slightly. He must feel my tension,it's not difficult coz I am rigid because his grips eases up and lowers his face to my level, looking at me directly in the eyes. 'Are you okay?' he asked, one side of his mouth lifting into a semblance of a smile. I noticed a single frown line across his forehead.

I snap myself out of my ridiculous inertia, suddenly aware that I've still not said anything yet. Has noticed my reaction to him? What about assistant Yu? I glance over, seeing assistant Yu standing motionless, glasses still in place but I know his eyes are on me. I mentally shake myself and step back away from President Feng and his potent grasp. His hands fall to his sides.

'Hi.' I cough to clear my throat. Bei. My name is Bei Wei Lin. I offer him my hand but he's unhurried in accepting it, like he's unsure whether it's safe to but he does...eventually. His hands is clammy and slightly shaky as he squeezes mine firmly and sparks fizz. A curious look flirting across his stunning face as we both retract our hands in shock.

'Wei Lin.' He's trying my name on his lips and it takes all of my strength not to be so nervous again. He should stop talking immediately.

Yes. Wei Lin.' I confirm it. He's the one who seems to be off in his own little nirvana right now while I'm becoming increasingly aware of my rising temperature. He suddenly seems to come to his senses, showing his hands in his trousers pockets as he shakes his head slightly retreating a few step from me. Thanks assistant Yu, he nods to him who smiles slightly, softening his hard features and then leaves.