4 Chapter 4 Speechless Alone with Him

Now left me alone with President Feng, who has rendered me speechless,motionless and pretty much useless. He nods toward two brown leather couches, positioned opposite each other in front of the bay window, with a large coffee table sitting between them. 'Please, take a seat. Can I get you a drink? He drags his gaze from mine,walking toward a cabinet with various bottles of liquor lined up on top. He surely doesn't mean alcohol? It's midday. Even by my standards it's too early. I watch as he hovers at the cabinet for a few moments before turning to face me again, looking at me expectantly.

No,thank you. I shake my head as I speak,just in case the words don't come out. Everything was so awkward.

Water? he asks again, that smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Oh my God, don't looks at me. 'Please.' I smile a nervous smile. My mouth is parched. President Feng collect two bottles of water from integrated fridge and turns back toward me and it's then that I persuade my shaky legs to carry me across the room to the sofa.

'Wei Lin? His voice rolls across me causing me to falter end route. I turn to face him and it's probably a bad idea. 'Yes?'.

He holds up a highball. 'Glass?

Yes, please. I smile. He must think I'm so unprofessional. I settle myself on the leather couch, retrieve my folder and phone from my bag and place them on the table in front of me. I notice my hands are shaking.

Gosh,woman. Get a grip! I feign making notes as he strolls back over, placing water and a glass on the table before he sits on the sofa opposite me and crosses one leg over the other, his ankle resting on his thigh. He stretches back. He really making himself comfortable and the silence that falls between us is screaming as I write anything and everything to avoid looking up at him. I know I've got to look at the man and say something at some point but all standard enquiry que6have run,screaming and shouting from my brain.

So where do we start? he asks, forcing me look up and to answer his question. He smiles. I'm swoon over.

He's watching me over the rim of his bottles as he raises it to those lovely lips. I break the eyes contact and reaching forward to pour some water into my glass. Why am so thirst, mumbled to myself. I'm struggling to rein in my nerves and I can still feel his eyes are on me. Gosh this is truly awkward and I've never been so much affected like this before by a man.

'I guess you should tell me why I am here.' I look

back up at him as I take my glass from the table.

'Oh?' he answer quietly.

There's that frown line again, but even with that he still beautiful. Oh my goodness, am I met a goddess man like in front of me right now? Holy sh**t am speechless.

'Yes, he replies simply and he smile again.

Oh no, I have to look away next time. If not i think i might have to be admit in ICU today after this meeting for being dried up with nervous.Haha

I take a sip of my water to moisten my dried mouth and clearing my throat before returning my gaze to his calm stare.

'So may l, I ask why?'.

'You may. He put his legs down, leaning forward to place his bottle on the table while resting his forearms on his knees but he say nothing afterwards. Is he not going to elaborate on that meaning?

'Okay.' I struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

' So why?' I asked again.

'I've heard a lot of great things about you. So that's why I asked for you.'

Oh gosh, I feel my face burning up and adrenaline rush from intense nervous.

' Okay, thank you for the good words. But why am I here for then?

'Well to design.' He laughs.

Oh no, right now I'm feel so stupid for asking that question but slightly irritated as well. Coz I felt like 'Is he making fun of me?'.

'Hmm, so you want me to design what exactly? I asked.

'Because from what I have seen that everything here is pretty arranged and perfect.

He surely doesn't want to modernise this beautiful mansion is it,?.

This countryside may not be my forte but I know what class is it when i see it

'Thank you,' he speak softly.

'Do you bring your portfolio with you?' he asked.

Yes sure, I do. I reply and reaching into my bag bring it out. But something still bothers me. Why he wants to look at it anyway. It won't reflect anything from what I've seen here.

I place on the table in front of him and expect him to drag over to his side but unfortunately he stand up in one fluid movement and walks toward me. Then clean his body onto the sofa next to me. Oh my God. He smells so divine, it was like all fresh water and minty too. Gosh, I hold my breath instantly.

He leaning forward and open the folder and he say. 'You're very young to be such an accomplished designer,' he muses and slowly turning pages of my portfolio.

He was right but all my accomplishment it's only thanks to Xu Feng for giving me an opportunity to walk this path smoothly and free rein on the expansion of his business. After i left my college, I've picked up my first job in an established design company too but the company had financial stability and lacked of new freshness in modern ideas and made a name for myself on the back of it. After I quit from there and met Xu Feng everything is change and all path is open for me to start my real deal in modernise interiors. I've been lucky and very appreciate toward Xu Feng fo having faith in my capabilities. That couple year being contracted with Deng Tai, is the only reason where am I today at this age of twenty five.

I look down at his lovely hand, his wrist adorned with a beautiful gold and graphite Rolex.

'How old are you?'. I blurted out.

Omoomona. My brain is like salted egg mantou that being cut into pieces. Oh sh*t, I should just keep my mouth shut up. Haiyas, where the hell did that coming from.

He looks at me intently, his brown eyes burning into mine. 'Twenty two,' he answered with completely put a poker face after that.

I scoffed mildly and his eyebrows jump up questioning 'Why?'.

'Sorry,' I mutter and turning back to the table. I'm feeling so flustered.

I hear him exhale heavily as his muscle right hand reaches back down to my portfolio to start turning the pages again while his left hand resting on the edge of the table.