A MAN IN GREY SUIT

Astrel was speaking over the phone to his brother. Teasing the little kitty for a while, he handed the clothing bag to her earlier. She was so pissed off that she showed her anger to the lifeless door, shutting it harder with a loud 'Thud'. Astrel was more than amused. But he was back to his cold self, communicating with his brother regarding the modeling issues. Daria was one of their best models. Considering the things that were conspiring before him, he had second thoughts when he asked for a recent background check of Daria. She was not the only mole in their company. It was clear that more rats were roaming freely in their company, including some of their contracted models.

Astrel was way more than pissed off. Their target line was nearing, and they were losing the models. He has to find new models before the launching day reaches.

"No worries bro... We'll find a way somehow. It's not like anyone's gonna turn you down if you were to call them," he heard his brother say, but he didn't respond, "Aren't you off to the meeting?"

'Click' he heard the en-suite door open, snapping his attention.

"Hello...? Helellelloooo...~ Are you there, bro? Can-"

"Just shut the fuck!"

'Beep-beep-beep' he ended the call before cursing his brother as he glanced at the kitty in blue.

Spending quite a while in the en-suite, Vilian walked out struggling to pull the back laces tangled one another in the light blue lace-up spaghetti straps frock that reached two inches above her knee, exposing her fair long legs. Her golden locks almost covered her face as she glanced back uncomfortably.

"Uff... what's wrong with this... Such an annoying thing. This is why I hate such complicated dresses," She'd prefer being a tomboy to spending time in these. She walked and stood in front of a large standing mirror. She turned to her side and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands ached, trying hard to knot the lace.

"Huh... I wish Lily would have been here. She would have done it perfectly," she sulked her face, biting her lips that were already reddened with her constant bitings.

"Stand still," she heard the deep voice beside her ears sending chills run down her spine as her whole body turned rigid. She turned about, bumping right onto him. Almost kissing his chest, which peaked through his first three buttons unbuttoned in his white shirt. Her feet padded back with beet-red cheeks. Astrel pulled her by her waist and twirled her around, facing the mirror. She was caught off-guard with her hands raised in reflex.

"W-what are you doing?" she felt his hands on her bare nape, sliding her hair to her chest. The act made her conscious of his fingers running over her back. She tried not to shudder.

"Helping you out?" his hot breath fanned her skin. She felt her breath hitch, "Why's your hair not dried?" he questioned, running his fingers through her hair, melting her. She shook her head and swatted his hands away, "Do you wish to fall sick?" he questioned, resting his chin over her shoulder.

She glanced at their reflection in the mirror. Why did she feel like she had suddenly reincarnated into a movie plot? They looked like one of those married couples in one of her book collections. She felt like she was being treated by her boyfriend, more like in a relationship. She gulped her dry thought and shook off the weird thoughts from her mind.

He nuzzled his head closer to her blushing cheeks and whispered into her ears low and slow, "What's going on that little head of yours, little kitty?" His lips grazed her flushed ear as he spoke. Vilian's cold palms turned to fists. Astrel blew next to her ear ever-so-slow and teasingly, causing her to jerk her head away, and he stood straight.

"I- I can do it m-myself," she stuttered as one of his arms went around her waist and settled on her back. She brought her hands in front of her chest as she felt her head slightly spinning because of the predicament she was in.

"I did see you doing it very well," he hummed and remarked sarcastically, "Now shush little kitty," he scolded her not so harshly. His face was lacking his usual smirk on his lips, "Stand still, Vilian," she stood frozen, hearing him call her by her name. Wasn't he calling her by her name for the first time?

Well, little did she know he had called her by her a number of times but this was the first time she had paid heed to it or was able to.

"Good girl," he complimented. She felt like a two year old girl being praised when he addressed her in such a way. he glanced at her through the mirror and their gaze locked on one another.

It was not helping her, she thought. She felt the air in her body drained the very instant at the conscious of his presence.

She felt his index finger run over her spine, tingling her whole body, and without prior notice, he pulled the two blue laces of the frock, enough to force her to fall back and crash into her chest, "Ah..." she gasped loudly. She glanced behind with a glare. He still had the nerve to tease her.

He whispered, "Breath in, kitty unless you have plans to taste my lips." She did take a deep breath and released it. Until now, she didn't know she was holding her breath for so long.

Vilian tried to move away, but with his hands on her waist and his face next to her, it made it hard for her to step away from him, "My time's scarce, my dear, or we could play hunting as much as you want," She parted her lips to protest him. But as if he read her mind, he let go of her waist.

She felt like the soul that had slipped out of her had returned to her body.

His fingers clutched the laces and started to pull them slowly. She felt ashamed that a man was dressing her, though, he was just helping her, "Your lace is done," he said, breaking their eye contact through the mirror. Stepping back, he gazed at her fully. His eyes traveled down from top to bottom and took a halt at the end.

She was bare feet.

He held the Bluetooth headset and tapped it twice, and walked away. Vilian gazed at the lace crisscrossed and knotted into a cute bow at the end by Astrel. A look of astonishment settled on her lips.

"Hmm... not bad..." mumbled Vilian, 'Way better than me, eh?' questioned her internal voice. After all, it was the truth.

Running her fingers over the blue frock, she admired the dress as she flipped her hair back and was about to do her hair. But, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her. She glanced at Astrel. The man was busy talking to someone over the Bluetooth device. She took the lead to head to the door. But not before making the fringes in her slightly wet hair.

She didn't bother to look who was out there through the peephole. Just unlock the door and twirled the doorknob.

'Click'

She slid the door open wider enough to see who it was. She frowned in confusion.

"Puff... Would you look at this!" exclaimed a tall man in a full grey suit, knotted with a fancy tie.