Love Began with the First Meeting

Brian was not aware about Shawn's scheming at that moment. He poured himself a glass of champagne, casually grabbed it within his fingers and looked at the canary yellow liquid dancing along the ice cubes. He tipped the glass and savored the liquid. Instantly, his mouth was filled with the strong stimulation of an acrid chill. He took a deep breath and swallowed, and the chill travelled through his throat.

There was a quick knock on the door. Brian lowered his glass and turned around to the door. Tony entered and informed,"Mr. Brian Long, Miss Xia's clothes have been delivered."

"Good," Brian responded idly. Tony ordered the servants to bring over all the clothes and he had them place it on the bed. He quickly withdrew from the room.

Brian walked over and picked one of the underwear and a dress embroidered with Bohemian flowers. He walked straight towards the bathroom.

Molly, who was in the bathroom, was holding her underwear in one hand and a hair-drier in the other. After her bath, she had washed all of her clothes which she had been wearing and was now trying to dry them out. As she was dragged along by Brian unexpectedly, she didn't have any spare clothes to change into.

She started whining, depressed by the still-wet clothes even after several minutes of blow drying them with the hair-drier. It seemed like an impossible task. If she took too long, Brian would think something was amiss and would come to find her. 'How embarrassing would that be, ' she thought.

It was in vain; the clothes were still wet. Molly looked at them in utter disappointment and then averted her eyes to the locked bathroom door, wondering if it would be appropriate to tell Brian that she needed clothes to change into.

She heard a knock on the bathroom door and recoiled, quickly covering her front with her hands. She looked keenly across the glass door. "I haven't finished yet!" she cried in a voice full of embarrassment and wariness.

"Oh?" The corner of Brian's mouth lifted into a faint, cunning smile at the response,"It has been more than half an hour. You haven't finished yet?" he asked in a rather prurient tone.

wash well," Molly blushed and angrily clutched her wet

"Open the door!"

window. She had forgotten that she had

he demanded again, in a harsher voice.

refuse him,"I told you

like this...' and she turned towards the mirror. She blushed the second

she pulled a bathrobe from the shelf and wrapped it around her body. Timidly, she opened the

eyes fell on her wet body. He knew in a glimpse that she was wearing

if he saw something. "I am not wearing any wet clothes,"

the bathrobe?" he asked with

with indignation. It seemed to her like he was not aware that she did not have other clothes to wear.

as the corner of his mouth lifted again.

could refute. Molly lowered her head in fury and embarrassment and that was when she saw the clothes in his hand. "Why didn't you

to open the door," he countered.

you brought clothes," Molly bit her lower lip in irritation. 'He

at her,"I thought you were