Cerulean Heart (Polyfidelity) (MxMxW) (In progress)

3.

That's how the past few days went, Ambrose had even helped her re-revise after her meeting with the models.

Now she sat back at the long oval table, their work being critiqued by the creative director. A man she's come to know as Emil Bonbrake.

He looked bored until he reached Aleksei's design, his hard forest green eyes shimmering.

Ambrose had "let her in on a little secret" as they became closer, the fashion show was Aleksei's birthday present. So of course the star of the show had to look the best, the entire line was going to be dedicated after him. But he wouldn't know until the day of.

Lúa thought it was very sweet, but she wondered how Ambrose was so comfortable with the look in his bosses eyes watching his lover.

"You did well. Ambrose get the rest of these designs to the designers as soon as possible." Emil praised.

Ambrose looked proud, "Okay!"

He was off, he looked as if he was walking on clouds. Lúa could tell the man loved his job.

Emil eyes locked with Lúa's once they were alone, his gaze was powerful and it made her flustered.

"Yes?" She asked trying to break the tension.

"Your work exceeds your reputation, you really did well on the designs." He complimented.

Lúa felt her stomach become giddy, she never expected any real form of flattery to come from such a stoic appearing man.

"Thank you very much. Is there anything else I can help you with before I head back to my own company?"

He shook his head no, "but there is something I can help you with."

She felt confused, "excuse me?"

He failed to hide his amusement, "you have a eyelash about to fall into your eye, come here."

She wanted to protest, to say she could do it herself. But her body seemed to know he wasn't leaving room for debate. She rounded the table to stand awkwardly in front of him.

He turned so he was facing her, Lúa basically between his strong legs. "Lean."

She bent slightly and shivered as rough hands skimmed her face, it was over quickly though. And when she opened her eyes their faces was almost close enough to touch noses.

Emil leaned back and showed her the eyelash on his thick finger. "Make a wish."

Sleepily making her way obnoxious knocking on her poor door, which she'd become used to associating with Ambrose, Lúa hugged her robe tighter.

She didn't even get a chance to open the door, the moment he heard the locks click out of place he was swinging it open. Lúa barely escaped the flying door, grimacing at the bubbly bastard in front of her.

"Where is my kid."

Myron popped his head from behind a dejected Ambrose. "Boteiche de menos!" (I missed you)

Lúa gave a soft genuine smile ushering they two in. Ambrose taking a second longer to realize, as he was surprised at how pretty the usually standoffish women could look.

This realization brought attention to her attire, he couldn't help but notice how the expensive silk accentuated her pear shaped figure. He felt his Adam's apple bob and directed his eyes toward the ceiling.

"I brought the finished outfit for Aleksei, I wanted you to be the first person to see it."

Lúa's eyes visibly brightened and she bent over to clear room on her kitchen table, as it was bigger then the small coffee table in the front.

Myron tried to give a wolf whistle, which he quickly realized was impossible as he didn't know how to whistle. He also tried to trip Ambrose who'd been staring at Lúa's bottom the entire time.

Ambrose glared at the teen who just glared back.

Lúa turned toward them confused, "hurry up." But more so impatient.

Ambrose nodded making his way to the kitchen area, he pulled out the covered clothes before unzipping the cover.

Lúa gasped.

"It's beautiful right?" Ambrose chuckled pleased.

Lúa reaches out to feel the soft but sturdy material, she closed her eyes trying to imagine Aleksei in the clothes. It was a beautiful image indeed. She opened her eyes, "He's gonna steal the show."