Wesley thought a minute and said to Blair, "I called up Carlos. He has arranged a job interview for you at the ZL Group. I think you should give it a try. ZL Group provides its employees with more benefits than the Jin Group."
Before heading towards the premises of the Jin Group to pick up Blair, he had considered finding her a new job. He wouldn't make her quit her job and stay unemployed.
'The ZL Group?' The name struck Blair. She was surprised. "Do you mean Carlos Huo's ZL Group?"
There was joy visible on her face. Wesley became hopeful and thought she would agree to go to the interview. "Yes. Carlos now works in Y City," he informed her.
Once again, Blair was moved by his gesture. She felt that he was being so good to her. It was not easy to have an opportunity to work in ZL Group. All those thoughts and opinions were contrary to the decision she made. It was totally unexpected when she announced her stand to Wesley. "Thank you for your concern, but I don't want to work in such a big company.
The signal changed and green lights were on. Wesley cast a confused glance at her and started the car.
Blair sounded apologetic as she continued, "I'm afraid my free spirit doesn't fit a big company like ZL Group. They must have tons of strict rules and regulations to be followed rigidly. I don't think I'd like to work in that kind of working atmosphere and ambience. It will be depressing for me. So, I think it will be much better if I find a job myself."
"What kind of company would you like to work in? Surely, I can help you find a good job." Wesley didn't persuade her to join ZL Group. Once she said she wasn't ready to work there, he decided to help her find another job.
"Thank you for your concern and offer. But you're always so busy. I don't want to trouble you with my problems. If I can't find a job myself, I'll ask for your help. Is that okay?" She didn't want to bother him with such a trivial matter. She knew how busy he usually was.
Wesley didn't say anything further. Blair took his silence as acquiescence.
The drive was a couple of minutes from her former workplace to the apartment complex. He silently drove the car into the underground parking lot.
As soon as he parked the car in a vacant spot, Blair got out and closed the door behind her. Wesley held the two boxes which contained her stuff and was about to step out too when she walked around the car, took the boxes from him, and said, "I can go home myself. You should get back to work."
Wesley glanced at her, got out of the car and walked towards the elevator. "Why are you rushing me to leave? Is it because you don't want to see me?"
How could she possibly not want to see him? Actually, she was feeling bad that her personal affairs were taking up too much of his time and disturbing his tight schedule. He was going ahead so fast that she had to jog to catch up to him. "That's not what I mean. Aren't you busy today?" she questioned.
"No." He had decided to delegate some of his work to his colleagues. Then he wouldn't be as busy as he used to be.
That was good news for Blair. He was always busy and this plan would keep him away from work at least for some time. She quickened her pace and asked cheerfully, "So, you're free tonight?"
"Yeah!"
"Great! Then, can I invite you to dinner? I want to thank you for your help and celebrate the end of my miserable days." She followed him like a tail, blabbering all the time.
After being silent for a few moments as he listened to her continuous talk, he answered, "Okay."
Once back in their apartment, Blair changed into her slippers and asked in an embarrassed tone, "Do...do you want that?" She pointed at the boxes of Wahaha soft drinks stacked in a corner.
Wesley looked at her and replied in a simple tone, "No."
"Then what should I do? I can't drink them all. Why did you buy so many?"
"You asked me to. Have you forgotten?"
"So you just went ahead and bought them? Joslyn used to buy only one bottle for me, and that was all I needed," she grumbled as she walked towards the boxes. She took out one bottle, popped the straw in and started to drink.
'Seriously? One bottle? Does she really think she is so easy to handle?' Wesley had never met anyone who was such a handful as her. She had a mind and a mouth of her own. And her temper and tantrums were just too much for a simple man to handle.
Blair drew another bottle out of the box and handed it to him. "You should try it. It's delicious."
Wesley quietly sat on the couch and declined the offer. "No."
"Just give it a try, will you? Who knows? You might love it." Blair hastened to the couch where Wesley was sitting, and held the bottle up to his lips.
Wesley looked at the bottle of drink. His face twisted into a grimace of disgust. "Take it away from me."
Blair blinked her eyes innocently and remarked, "Someone used to say, he is not picky."
'I'm not. But this kind of drink is for children. I'm not a child, ' Wesley thought. "If you can't drink all of those, I'll send the rest to a children's welfare institute." But he wouldn't drink it anyway.
Blair squatted in front of him. She casually placed an elbow of hers on his knee. "Okay. But this one is already open. Don't waste it."
Her fragrance filled his nostrils. His body went stiff. Wesley leaned backwards and replied stubbornly, "No."
Blair finished the drink and knelt on the couch on one knee. Before he knew it, she raised her slender arms and locked her hands around his neck. He hardly realized what she was doing, when her lips touched his with mischievousness in her eyes.
Blair was wearing a black suit, a white blouse, black pants, and black stilettos. In that outfit, she looked more mature than usual.
Worried that she would fall and get hurt, Wesley put his hand around her waist.
The taste of the milk suffused his mouth. A moment later, Blair let him go, giggling triumphantly.
Wesley had never drunk sweetened and flavored milk before, so he wasn't used to the taste. As soon as Blair stopped kissing him and had got steady, he pushed her away and rushed off to drink water.
Watching him dash into the kitchen desperate for water to wash away the taste of sweetened milk from his mouth, she laughed. She was enjoying this so much. "We ran out of mineral water two days ago, and I didn't boil water today."
Wesley stopped in his tracks to squint at the smirking woman behind him. There was a menacing glare in his eyes.
Blair stopped laughing as he started to approach her.
Her heart started racing with nervousness. She raised the bottle in her hand and warned him, "I...If you dare to hit me, I'll make you drink it again."
Her threat wasn't working, though. He was getting closer and closer. Blair screamed and made an attempt to run.
But Wesley took one stride forward, stretched out his arm and pulled her into his arms.
Leaning against his sturdy chest, with his strong arms holding her by the waist from behind, Blair flushed. "You... All right...I promise... I won't do it again."
Having taken control of Blair, Wesley turned her around. They were facing each other now. Her face was a few inches away from his. "Well, I suddenly realize that the drink tasted delicious."
"Huh?" Before she could make out what was going through his mind, he shocked her.
He slowly lowered his head. His face got closer and closer to hers until they seemed to breathe in each other's breath. Softly he sealed her slightly parted lips with his to savor the taste of the milk.
As seconds passed, their kiss turned more passionate. Wesley pressed her against the wall. Blair wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe as she responded to his fiery passion.
Their kiss could have continued till eternity. But two minutes later, the ringtone of his mobile phone intruded their moments of passion, inappropriately.
Forced to stop, he lifted his lips from her swollen lips. But his grip on her waist tightened. Gasping, Blair was short of breath.
Wesley let her go gently. After glancing at the caller ID for a moment, he steadied himself in a second and took the call. His voice deep and magnetic as ever.
Seeing it as an opportunity, Blair ran into her room.
She sat on the corner of the bed and fell into a reverie.
The various thoughts lurking on her mind stirred up a storm of emotions in her. One moment she was smiling and the next she was sad. After a while, she was bored and decided to have some fun on her phone.