Chapter 80 - 80 Speak of Devil

I'm lifted from the desk and placed me on my feet. Pulling the cups of my bra back over my br**sts, he starts to button up my shirt and peel the blazer down my legs. I'm going to look like a crumpled mess. He fetches my bag from the floor, putting my heels at my feet for me to step into. I start tucking my shirt in, trying to make myself more presentable, and watch as Feng Teng takes a seat in his huge, brown leather, swivel chair.

He's gone quiet.

Resting his elbows on the arms and letting his fingertips meet in front of his lips, he watches me thoughtfully as I finish sorting myself out.

"What?" I ask. He looks deep in thought.

What's he thinking about?

"Nothing. Are you hungry?" He ask.

"Hiiish," I shrug.

A smile tickles the corner of his mouth.

"Hiiish." he counters.

" The steak's good. Do you want that?" I nod.

Yes, I could eat a little steak. He picks up his office phone and dials a few numbers.

"Mrs.Feng would like the steak," He puts the phone to his shoulder.

"How do you like your steak?" He ask.

"Medium, please," I reply.

He returns to the phone.

"Medium, with new potatoes and a salad." He looks at me with raised eyebrows.

I nod again.

"In my office…and bring some wine…Zinfandel Rose too. That's all…yes…thank you." He hangs up and dials again.

"Yu…yes…I'm ready when you are." He hangs up before picking up again.

"Muxin…fine, don't worry. Bring me the latest attendance figures." He puts the phone down again.

"Sit." He points at the sofa in the window.

Okay, I'm getting that uncomfortable feeling again, my small appetite fading fast. Damn it, I hate coming here.

"I can go if you're busy." I say.

He frowns, throwing me a questioning look.

"No, I didn't. You sit here." He command.

I take myself over to the sofa to settle myself in the soft, brown leather. I feel like a spare part, uncomfortable and awkward. Even he already proposed me but right now. With nothing else to do, I watch as Feng Teng flicks through various piles of paperwork, signing here and there. He's completely engrossed in what he's doing. He glances up every now and then, lobbing me a reassuring smile, but it does little to ease my discomfort.

I want to go.

After twenty minutes, or so, of twiddling my thumbs and wishing he would hurry up, the door knocks and Feng Teng calls an okay for whoever it is to enter. Some look like middle age elder walks in with a tray and follows Feng Teng's pointed pen over to me.

" He's Uncle Mo. The headservant here," Feng Teng introduce his people.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo." I smile as Uncle Mo places the tray down in front of me and hands me some cutlery wrapped in a white, material napkin.

"My pleasure, my lady's. Can I open your wine?"

"No," I shake my head.

"I've got it. Thank you," I say.

He nods before leaving the room quietly.

I remove the lid from the plate and a delicious smell invades my nostrils, dragging my appetite back. Unwrapping my knife and folk, I stab at my separate bowl of salad, the most colourful I've ever seen  peppers of every colour, red onion and a dozen varieties of lettuce leaf, all drenched in infused oil. I could finish this alone.

It's delicate palate ever.

Crossing my legs, I place the tray on my lap and slice into the steak, humming a satisfied m.o.a.n around my fork. The Mansion chef does food very well.

"That good?" He ask.

I feel Feng Teng chin resting on my shoulder.

"Yes,very," I mumble around my steak.

"Would you like to have some?" I offer him a bite.

He nods, opening his mouth. I slice a piece of steak and hold it over my shoulder for him to take.

"Hmmm, very good." he says around his chew.

"More?" I ask.

His eyes widen in appreciation, so I cut him another piece, passing it over my shoulder again. He watches me as he wraps his full lips around my fork and slowly pulls the steak off. I can't help the big smile that breaks out across my face. His eyes sparkle with pleasure and he struggles to prevent his own smile as he chews. He clamps his hands on my shoulders and buries his face in my neck from behind.

He nips playfully at my neck.

"But you taste better than." He exclaims.

My smile broadens as he makes a meal of chewing at my throat, growling and nuzzling to his heart's content. I laugh, raising my shoulder when he latches onto my ear, his hot breath causing shudders to course through me. He entices so many extreme reactions from me either extreme frustration, extreme desire and extreme happiness are just a few.

He works me, and he works me  so well.

I totally forgot what've happened to us an hour ago.

"You,continue eat," he says as he kisses my temple tenderly. He starts circling his thumbs into the top of my back.

"Babe,you're tense. Why are you so tense?" he asks.

I roll my neck in gratitude.

Ohh. I'm tense that's because I'm here, and it's the only reason. How can one woman make me feel so uncomfortable?

There's a knock on his office door.

"Yes?" He carries on working my shoulders as Muxin walks in.

Lol...Speak of the devil. She's here.

The atmosphere instantly cools as she looks Feng Teng is massaging my shoulders and her facial expression altering significantly.

I notice it, but Feng Teng seems oblivious to the chilly undertones of her presence. I tense further, suddenly wanting he hands off of me. That's something I never thought I would want.

But right now, I feel like an impostor, and the icy glare that were thrown at me on going has me shifting uncomfortably in my seat. It's really not helping my cause as I sat here, legs crossed, all cosy on the sofa, with a steak in my lap and The Godly President is working his magic on me.

"Your figures," she grumbles, waving the folder and walking casually over to Feng Teng desk to place them in front of his chair.

Then she turns to face us as she throwing daggers at me.

Oho, she really hates me.

"Thanks, Muxin." He leans down and brushes his lips over my cheek, inhaling deeply before releasing me.

"I have to work now, baby. Eat your dinner." He say warmly.

I could scowl briefly before reinstating the fake smile on her pouty face when Feng Teng turns towards her.

He reaches into his jean pocket.

"Have one hundred thousand transferred into this account ASAP." he instructs, handing her an envelope.

"One hundred?" Muxin blurts as glances down at the envelope.

"Yes. Now, please." He leaves her staring at the paper, taking his seat up behind his desk, completely ignorant to her gaping mouth. She flicks at me a murderous look.

Just then I realise that it's the envelope was Er Xi gave it to him.

One hundred thousand?  Isn't that way too much.

What's he thinking? I wanted to say something. But should I?

I look at Muxin. She's stood there scrutinising me, pursing her red lips. I don't blame her. I just want to crawl under the sofa and die.

One hundred thousand? Oh God, she already thinks I'm after his money.

"That's all, Muxin." Feng Teng dismisses her and she turns to leave, but not before throwing a scowl in my direction.

She saunters over to the door, meeting Assistant Yu at the threshold.

He nods at her before moving to the side to let her pass, shutting the door behind her. He flicks me a nod, and I smile before resuming the picking of my salad and steak.

Yeah, my appetite has run for the hills.

Hmm. I need to speak to him and ask what role that woman plays in his life. And why does she hate me so much? I place the tray back on the coffee table to pour some wine, but I notice uncle Mo only brought one glass, so I take myself over to the side board, collect a tumbler for myself and return to the sofa to pour the wine.

When I place the glass on Feng Teng desk, Assiatant Yu stops talking and they both look at the glass, then to me.

Feng Teng picks it up, handing it back to me.

"I'm fine, thank you, baby.I'm driving.' " He smiles.

"Oh,sorry," I take the glass back.

"Don't be darling, you have it. I got the wine for you." He say softly.

I take my place on the sofa, picking up a magazine called SuperBike. It's the only one so it will have to do.

I start flicking through, loosing myself in the articles on superbikes, MotoGP and getting myself over excited when I find a section especially devoted to superbike passengers or riding pillion, as I now know it to be termed.

Is Feng Teng a superbiker? I read the rules of riding pillion, along with an article entitled "Safety First". I imangined him riding. Oh if he riding the bikes, I think I'll make him wear leathers, if it's the last thing I do. Haha....

I'm completely lost in details of four-stroke engines, horsepower ratings and the approaching Milan Motorcycle show, when I feel warm hands wrap around my neck from behind. I drop my head back to look at his upside down features.

He blesses me with his roguish grin.

"I've started something, haven't I?" He bends and drops his lips onto my forehead.

"You have this one?" I ask bluntly.

"Yes. I do." He answer soflty.

"Oh, how many do you have?"

"Twelve." 

"Wow. That's much." I exclaims over his possesion.

"Twelve? Are they all superbikes?" I blurt out.

He laughs lightly.

"Yes,babe. They're all superbikes. Come on, I'm taking you home." He say.

I place the magazine back on the table and begin to unravel my folded body.

"You know, if you are riding, you should put on the leather for safety right?" I ask casually.

"Yes, should be. But I didn't always." He takes my hand, leading me to the door.

"Why though, don't you?"

"My babe, Wei Lin. I've rode bikes since I…"He halts mid-sentence and glances down at me.

"For many years already," He say.

"As the veteran doesn't mean you have to neglected the safety," I say.

He looks at me, and I smile brightly, earning myself a return beam for him.

"Maybe." he says quietly.

If he's rode bikes for years, then he should appreciate the dangers right.