CHAPTER 5 - Fashion Spree
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“Did I stutter?" Lucas asked with a frown.
Ayla had almost smiled at the thought of him trying to be nice but his ego wouldn't let him.
“What's so funny?" He asked, seeing the smile that tugged at her lips,” You can choose not to go but don't wear these pieces of sewing materials you call clothes to my office"
“No," She quickly said," I would, thank you”
He rolled his eyes and did a little wave of his hand, that was her dismissal as he returned to his laptop.
Ayla went back to the little desk he had put up for her, wondering if her ever-so-mean boss was starting to have a change of heart.
That was quite impossible, she thought with a shake of her head.
Lucas kept to his words, the next day he ordered his driver to take a different turn and drive them to a boutique.
Ayla just sat still as they drove, she decided not to think of him but at the place he was taking her.
Funny enough, a thousand and one thoughts jammed into her mind, she wondered if he was taking her to a place where he could behead her, or even bury her alive.
She swallowed and tried to shake the thought off her head. She tried looking at him through the corner of her eyes but as usual, his eyes were glued to his phone.
They got to a magnificent fashion house and Lucas led the way in, walking like he owned the place as Ayla followed closely behind him.
All eyes were drawn to him as he walked in and some ladies shrieked among themselves, trying to get his attention by waving but Lucas being who he was, totally ignored them.
Ayla felt pity for the dumb ladies who were probably crushing or dying over him if only they knew that he could be an alien in human flesh.
A lady, looking all posh and fashionable came out to welcome them,Ayla stood aside and watched them talk,the lady threw glances at her as they spoke and Ayla felt like making a face at her.
“Come with me, miss," The lady said to her, her voice laced with a die-hard French accent.
Ayla followed her while Lucas took a seat, crossing his legs and looking away.
Ayla was made to undress from her work clothes and the lady fished out beautiful but expensive dresses from her clothes rack.
Lucas was getting pretty impatient as he ran his fingers through the screen of his smartphone, he glanced at his wristwatch and returned his eyes to his phone.
“How do they look?" The lady's voice came up before him
Lucas slowly dragged his eyes away from his phone and came to rest on Ayla who stood nervously before him.
He let his eyes wander over her for some seconds and then he shook his head.
“She looks like a drenched dog in that dress, too tight," He said, waving his hands for their dismissal
Ayla frowned at him but the lady smiled, leading her back to the dressing room. Ayla tried out another dress and walked out mechanically to him after some minutes.
He looked up again and sighed, Ayla's heart dropped.
“What is this? You look too feathery, It's supposed to be work clothes and not a ballet costume” He retorted.
The lady looked her over, what she was wearing was perfect. Ayla turned immediately back to the dressing room, stomping her feet as she went.
Ayla came out again after a whole lot of selection from the lady who Ayla was starting to pity.
Lucas tilted his head to the side,” No, you mustn't dress in all black. You aren't going for a Halloween get together”
Ayla knew for a fact that she looked good in all the dresses she had worn, she also knew he was trying so hard not to admit that too.
Ayla came out at least three times, deciding to waste his time since he had nothing important to do.
Lucas looked up at her, his eyes scanned her frame in the dress she wore now.
Ayla crossed her arm across her chest, frowning down at him.
“Now what?" She asked him tiredly.
He cleared his throat uneasily and shifted on his chair.
" This would do, "just …." He said then he turned to the lady “Wrap up a couple of clothes, a pair of shoes, and maybe bags so we would be out of here"
“Finally" Ayla muttered, rolling her eyes.
The clothes and everything he had asked for were properly fitted in three shopping bags which Ayla bagged over her arms, straining under the weight.
Lucas didn't offer to help, too engrossed in his phone as they walked out of the boutique.
Ayla felt a sense of a relief wash over her, she was done with the shopping ordeal.
“Let's get back to the office,” Lucas said, already walking ahead of her.
The drive back to the company was silent, Lucas typing away on his phone while Ayla stared out of the window, lost in thoughts.
When they arrived at the office, Lucas got out first, then turned to Ayla” Let's get back to work"
Ayla nodded, gathering the bags, She turned to him" Thanks for…this"
Lucas stared at her, saying nothing. For a ticking moment, they both stood staring at themselves and saying nothing.
He took a step toward her and she moved back instinctively, his eyes were locked on hers as he took another step toward her.
Ayla moved back, her heart beating, gaining its pace as she wondered what he was trying to do.
She continued taking steps back as he came until her back bumped into the shelves behind her.
“What are you doing?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas's eyes locked onto hers, and a smirk played on his lips,” I think you know"
Ayla's heart raced as he took another step to her, the distance between them was an inch.
She quickly shut her eyes, her heart pounding, Lucas's face drew closer, his lips almost touching hers…
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