~Sunshine~

Francisco, turning to face Hazel, murmured, "Karan, that's extremely kind of you."

"But my PA will pick out my clothing this time."

Hazel felt a mixture of astonishment and responsibility. The weight of choosing attire for someone as influential as Francisco stirred a sense of importance within her.

Mrs. Karan, though momentarily surprised, gracefully acquiesced to Francisco's decision.

Hazel's eyes narrowed as she heard Francisco's directive, but he paid no attention to her reaction, casually settling onto a plush couch and lighting up a cigarette. Mrs. Karan, seemingly unperturbed, extended an invitation.

"Please come. I will show you the men's area," Karan said with a slight smile.

Hazel, a bit nervous as it was her first visit to a renowned branded store, followed Karan towards the men's section. In the midst of high-end fashion, curiosity got the better of Mrs. Karan.

"It seems Francisco really depends on his PA more than his girlfriend," she remarked.

The mention of a girlfriend caught Hazel off guard. This was the first time she had heard about Francisco having a girlfriend. Her gaze shifted, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Girlfriend?

The words echoed in her mind.

Who could his girlfriend be?

So is the rumor true?

"It's my job," Hazel quickly uttered, eager to dispel any potential awkwardness.

After a momentary shock about Francisco's girlfriend, Hazel took a deep breath, reminding herself to focus on the task at hand rather than dwelling on his personal life. Working for a billionaire tycoon required a shift in her mindset.

As she delved into selecting outfits for Francisco, Hazel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Would he appreciate her taste?

Hazel realized she needed to adapt her behavior to fit the expectations of her new role. She grappled with understanding Francisco's preferences, a challenge that intensified her nervousness.

For nearly an hour, Hazel wrestled with decisions, the confusion evident in her prolonged contemplation. Meanwhile, Francisco, seemingly unfazed, tapped away on his phone. Hazel finally mustered the courage to break the silence.

"Sir."

Francisco looked up, his demeanor relaxed.

"I apologize for taking so long."

Francisco, with a casual air, responded, "It doesn't appear that you have never bought anything for a man."

Hazel spotted a smirk on his face. He remarked again after standing up.

"Help me with dressing."

Suddenly, Hazel realized that they were alone in the room. Mrs. Karan had left, and even Francisco's guards had stepped back, leaving them in relative privacy. Through the glass, she could observe the vacant space around them.

"Hazel!"

Francisco's voice, smooth and soothing, prompted her to turn towards him. At that moment, her throat felt dry, and her heart raced. She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand.

With a delicate touch, Hazel began assisting Francisco in removing his shirt. As the fabric slid off, her gaze inadvertently lingered on his well-defined physique. Despite her efforts to maintain professionalism, the sight was undeniably captivating.

Glancing away, Hazel reached for a black shirt and a maroon tie, choosing the combination for him.

Hazel delicately touched Francisco's broad shoulders; she couldn't help but notice the multitude of old scratches on his back and chest.

However, what caught her attention the most was a striking tattoo—a snake—etched across his entire back. The intricate design added an element of allure and mystique to Francisco's already captivating persona.

Hazel found herself studying the tattoo, contemplating the significance behind such an elaborate choice. A mix of curiosity and admiration stirred within her.

Did the process of getting the tattoo hold any significance for him? The temptation to reach out and touch the inked artwork danced in her thoughts, but hesitancy held her back.

From the reflection in the mirror, Francisco observed Hazel's contemplative gaze. Breaking the momentary silence, he called out, "Hazel!"

Startled, Hazel responded quickly.

"Yes."

The sudden question from Francisco took her by surprise, "Why did you choose black?"

"You'll appear more attractive in black, after all."

Francisco didn't expect such honesty from Hazel but found himself appreciating her straightforwardness.

"I see."

"I didn't anticipate receiving this praise from you."

Hazel said as she averted her eyes, "It's true though."

As Francisco turned back towards her, he deliberately closed the distance, his presence emitting a seductive and pleasant scent that could entice anyone. Hazel, in response, blinked slowly and sighed deeply, her face expressing a hint of discomfort.

However, Francisco seemed indifferent to her unease.

With meticulous care, Hazel began buttoning Francisco's shirt, feeling his gaze lingering on her. She refrained from meeting his eyes, choosing to focus on the task at hand. Francisco's calm and captivating voice added another layer of allure to the scene.

"Tie."

Hazel, meeting Francisco's gaze, reluctantly nodded in acknowledgment. She accepted the tie from his hand, feeling the chill in his touch as she began the intricate process of knotting it.

His eyes remained fixed on her as she worked, creating a sense of unease for Hazel. The challenges of her role as a PA became unexpectedly apparent, and even though she wore heels, handling the tie presented an unexpected difficulty.

In the midst of her struggle, Hazel couldn't help but entertain the thought that if Francisco leaned in a bit closer, she might find it easier to complete the task.

To her surprise, Francisco seemed to sense her predicament and acted on her unspoken desire. He leaned in, causing a slight startle from Hazel. As his warm breath brushed against her cheek, she turned her focus toward him.

"You no longer need to struggle," Francisco reassured her.

Hazel hurriedly adjusted his collar, her senses still tingling from the unexpected proximity.

After Francisco finished dressing, he inspected himself in the mirror, Hazel standing in his immediate rear. His gaze shifted from his reflection to Hazel.

"Hazel, come here," he instructed, and she approached him. Without much preamble, he handed her a packet, stating, "Go change your dress."

Hazel was poised to say something, but Francisco interrupted her curtly, "You have 5 minutes."

Continue.