Her Assistant

[7] Phil

UNEDITED/DRAFT.
Finals is coming so I don't want to deprive you guys for a couple of weeks.
I was inspired by Mila Kunis' Versace dress and Vera Wang heels, photo on the side.
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There she was, standing like a goddess in front of him.

Phil did not expect that she’s capable of pulling a magnificent dress like this. Black may be simple, yet she was undoubtedly sexy with the fine cloth covering her beautiful curves. She’s not gaunt or like an anorexic model, she had a body like Kate Upton, but with smaller taut breasts. Her yellowish skin reflected her oriental roots, and her brown eyes had a touch of dark smoky tint that made it look irresistible to look at. Her black raven hair was styled with curls flowing at the end.  Her set of diamond necklace, earrings, and bracelets added sophistication to this strong woman. And her lips were in a fine seductive shade of red.

“Damn,” he muttered, his eyes locked on her figure. “Who would’ve thought that the ugly duckling would turn into a beautiful black swan?” He teased.

Chloe smirked, “Thanks to you.”

He winked, “You’re welcome.” God, her scent is intoxicating, he thought as her scent lingered. It was the scent he loved when he was in college;  it was the scent of hers that he missed. It was the scent of the perfect sexual encounter. “Must we go, Miss Pike?” He gestured like a gentleman, offering his arm.

She nodded then gently placed her arm around his as they walked then headed to the Maserati Jesse gave Phil.

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                “Miss Pike,” Phil started after clearing his throat to kill the silence between them, “I didn’t know  you have a shoe guy, and an accessory guy. Don’t you do shopping for yourself?” He teased again. He thought it would lighten up the mood because he believed that Chloe still has her humorous side. Glancing at her, he saw her smile despite the dusk atmosphere.

                “Let me tell you something, Phil, I also have a food guy, and a coffee guy. My time is too precious for me to do those things by myself. I choose then they deliver. I have no time to go shopping, especially Jesse is sick,” she replied seriously.

                “Well, you are definitely better than the last time, uh, you know, we saw each other,” he confessed. “I’m glad.”

                She sighed, “Me too. Now, drive faster so we can get there on time.” There was a hint of sadness and despair from her voice. It baffled him, of course.

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                The beautiful people gathered in the hall. Waiters carrying a tray of the finest food and champagne were striding along, carefully avoiding the rich and sophisticated people. The tables were occupied by the wealthy. He was there, standing beside the Chloe Pike, who was deliberately smiling as some old men of filth and vast riches approached her together with their mistresses and wives.

                “Chloe, it’s great to see you,” Mr. Pemberton, a sly fat businessman wearing a toupee whose wealth was produced by his connection with the most notorious politicians. The fifty-two year old man, reached for her hand then kissed it, “Congratulations on your recent promotion.”

                “Jesse’s on leave, he wanted to get out of New York, he deserves it. My position is temporary, regardless of that, thank you,” Chloe replied politely, her hand secretly wiping on the back of Phil’s tux. She was clearly disgusted of people touching her hands. “Oh, how rude of me, Mr. Pemberton, this is –“