Suits ━Mark Tuan

Meeting

Stella

Trying to look formal, i'm wearing one of those body con dresses that I normally where everytime I meet clients.

I went up to the front desk.

"Is there a Mark Tuan here?"

"Wait a moment ma'am." The receptionist looked through a list.

"Name please?"

"Stella. Stella, Kim." His eyes widen

"Oh! Ms. Kim! I'm sorry for not recognizing you. You're the designer right? I really admire your collections!"

Giving out a small chuckle, I replied

"That's flattering. Thank you."

"This way ma'am, i'll escort you. He's in a vip room." He smiles leading the way.

Upon reaching the door of the vip room, I thanked him.

"Don't tell anyone I came here today alright? His fans are crazy." I winked at him

He just laughed and nodded before leaving me alone in front of this luxury room.

"Stella." The guards outside his door nods and opens up the door for me.

I let my eyes wander my surroundings. A really luxury room.

"Miss Stella?" I heard someone says.

It's obviously him since his deep voice is recognizable. This may be the first time meeting him, but I heard about him a lot. When I say a lot I literally mean A LOT. The news about him with his childhood friend blew up.

I also watched some of his performances on T.V. and know how famous he is, so I know my precautions.

At first I really thought he's kind and shy since that was atleast what the camera showed.

Turns out he has an attitude. But who knows? Maybe it's just because our first meeting or he just got friendzone or something.

"Mr. Tuan." I smiled at him, since we all need a good impression. Though it wasn't good at all when I started texting him.

"You can sit down." It sounded more like a command.

I sat down, then I started unpacking things I needed to get his measurements.

He isn't much of a speaker. He just sat there and stare at me while unpacking my stuff.

"Shall we start?" I look to his way, while still smiling.

He stood up and nodded.

I got my tape measure and started with his shoulders.

I measure from behind him, of course, to be able to take it properly.

I place one end of the tape measure on his right shoulder, and measured until where  his left shoulder ends. I did the same with his arms.

I went infront of him to measure his chest. I know I'm normally used to this but– with Mark it's a different story.

I knew it from the start. He's watching every move I make which really made me conscious.

I leaned to him since I'm in my heels and we were almost the same height except he's really just tall.

"Can you raise both of your arms please?" Without saying anything, he raised both of his arms.

I wrap the tape measure around his chest, swallowing the lump on my throat. His eyes were almost closed, only because he was looking down. Looking at me.

That's when I got really really conscious.

"Mr. Tuan, it would be nice if you consider not to stare at me so it'll be more comfortable for me to do my job."

He sighed, rolling his eyes to look somewhere else.

I reach the the tape measure for his waist, wrapping it around once again when the back of my hand accidentally brush his abdomen.

He has abs. That's for sure.

I felt his head move to look downwards. He noticed it.

Fuck.

"Don't enjoy it too much." I heard his deep voice once again.

I really don't want to. But I did for a second there, because damn, he's a tall glass of water and I'm thirsty.