Best Defense

Unpredictables.

I stepped out of the bathroom. My body was still wrapped in a bathrobe as I tidied up the bed while humming ria. My mouth followed Peabo Bryson singing My heart belongs to you which I played through the loudspeakers in our room. Just for information, I am crazy about old songs in the 70s or 80s.

My shoulders and hips swayed while my hands formed a pillow at the top of the bed. My mood is very good today. Not only because my body condition has improved, but also because my boutique cooperation plan with Warner Enterprise was finally implemented. Sean and I signed all the paperwork this morning before Sean went down to his office. We ratified the agreement that should be formal in the room. Funny, right?

And today I have to visit the Warner Enterprise Fashion's Life office located not far from my boutique with an example of my design that is planned to be loaded on their online shopping site. I myself have asked Denise to prepare some of the best dresses and suits I have ever made.

With a fierce spirit, I immediately prepared myself. I parsed my hair behind my back. The hair will still flutter there, becoming an amazing lure when my body will upright show the results of my hand to the Warner Enterprise representative. That's the only part of my body I showed besides my face.

No cleavage or my leg. Only my face and hair will face those who might stare sinisterly at me. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of Jasmine emanating from my neck. For God's sake, I'm sure they'll be stunned at me.

My lips sizzled next opening my eyes again. This time my eyes were completely shiny and hot inversely proportional to my body wrapped in a cold blue dress, as cold as the water in the ocean. I look calm, but I'm the most dangerous. My confidence increased so much that I felt like I could drown any man. Gosh, my behavior is really like a girl looking for a moor.

In the next second, I found my lips drying up while Mia kept calling my name from outside. He's gonna take me to the boutique, and next I'm gonna go to the meetinghouse with Denise. Sean hasn't let me drive and I'm asking Mia to accompany me everywhere for a while until Sean finds a replacement for Pritta.

Folded my lips and felt the moisture. After I hooked my shoelaces, I stood upright on a seven-centimeter high right covered by my cold gown. I stepped up and prepared to crash into an unusual world.

***

Denise and I had just gotten out of the car and we immediately found a building that looked like a big Scandinavian-style mansion standing tall on top of a large parking lot. In the courtyard of the building itself was clearly emblazoned with the writing of WE Fashion's Life with a bright golden color. Without long, Denise and I immediately entered the building and asked someone at the security post to help carry the goods from inside the car.

As soon as I entered the building, I clashed with a perfect man who glared at me with a hungry look. The man seemed to be trying to seduce me by showing off his chest muscles imprinted on a tight T-shirt that I was certain would soon tear from being unable to resist the push of his overpowering chest. Not classy, I thought.

My body that I have cared for with expensive and routine must be repaid with the same luxury. And the most perfect reply to my body was the boss of the man who was looking at me. I raised my shoulders and walked steadily to the reception desk. "Hi, I'm from Femme Boutique." I purposely did not mention my name because I wanted to see the response of the beautiful woman behind the table.

I was quite surprised when he recognized me and smiled at me. "Mrs. Warner, Miss Stella and the others are waiting for you in the meeting room" she said gracefully and gently. His face and appearance were perfect, perfectly suited to his place of work. Sean is good at organizing his people, who are technically my people. Well, I'm his wife.

The woman came out of her nest and asked me to follow her. I was a little nervous and started to lose the self-confidence rhythm that I had been attached to. Looking at the style of the woman who led us made me doubt myself a little. While walking I heard Denise's voice reprimanding me without further ado. "Just calm down, boss. Nothing can beat your charm. You'll always get whatever you want, boss." I swore in my heart because Denise was aware of my nervousness while she kept walking until we were right in front of a room that read Meeting Room.

It's time for me to act. I don't want to waste the opportunity before my eyes. I had to take my boutique name up to the highest peak because I deserved it. My hard work over the years must earn the accolade. With a fiery spirit, I asked the woman. "Can I come in now?"

The woman smiled with her instincts and opened the door a little. "Please, Madam." I nodded and then sauntered through the door with Denise and a man who helped carry our luggage.

Now I stood in the middle of the room gracefully and quietly despite being showered with the sharp and hot gazes of some people sitting on a rectangular table but every corner was blunt. "Good day." I said as I approached and greeted them one by one.

I sat in one of the chairs while letting Denise hang the clothes we were carrying on a hanger stand that was already there. My smile continued to expand as I clashed with them, inversely proportional to my feet shaking under the table. I sighed a few times when Denis was done and landed his butt in the chair next to me.

I touched a long red dress decorated with precious stones with tenderness as if I was so afraid of losing it, and as I turned to look at them, I opened my voice. "I made this dress earnestly and carefully. Well, just like my other designs, but this dress has a different meaning for me. This is the first dress I made by inserting a precious stone. Even I was only able to finish it after two years."

I turned to the dress for a moment, looked at her with pride and could not believe I could create something as beautiful as that. My smile expands as wide as the sail on the boat.

The next few minutes I felt comfortable explaining my design to the other clothes. I was happy as if doing it in my own boutique, without worrying about other people seeing my work. I'm happy because I actually finished the room. Denise says, I'll get whatever I want.

I stole a glance at the group of people sitting and found them nodding their heads with a smile. Then suddenly a speech broke the silence of the room around us. Someone who was looking at me at the entrance of the building was standing at the door. "I love all your designs, Miss. Would you like to take the time to talk to me for a minute?"

I lifted my chin and listened to the next sentence. "If so, I'll carry you out of this place right now."

My mouth opened while I saw the light of his eyes darken. Seeing that I was silent, the man spoke again. "I'm very interested in you personally, Miss. I want to know more about you."

The face's sharpness grew more serious as the two eyebrows intertwined. "You don't have to waste time working. I have money and satisfaction for you." My heart was about to explode with anger. That man just harassed me in public. Yet I hurriedly neutralized my expression for not wanting to embarrass myself by scolding her using profanity, even though I was anxious to do so.

She was completely wrong to think I was a teenage girl who would be lulled into the lure of living a luxurious and satisfied life. No matter how attractive a man looks like or any man out there, they won't be able to attract me. Maybe I can get excited by being close to her seductive body, but I can only feel my heartbeat pounding incoherently when with my soulmate. And that man is my husband, Sean Danial Warner. A handsome and rich man who also served as my boss.

The man is now waiting for my answer and I have to tell him the truth. I licked my frozen lips to get a little wet. I took a slow breath and then made a sound. "I'm married, sir." I said politely and smiled.

The man's eyes grew dark. "Miss, don't deceive me with the scolding. How could a girl as beautiful as you want to marry young. Moreover, you look so excited."

The man smiled lightly. "If you're afraid I'm just using you, I'm Dean Subroto. You can ask them about myself, I'll make you live like a queen if you agree to come out with me from this room, Miss."

I smiled as I lowered my head, feeling funny with her beautiful promise-filled words. The man seemed to be trying to tie me up with his rope, but I could not move following his pull because someone was holding me back. I feel Sean is currently clutching my body from behind. Sean seemed to defend me so that my blood flow boiled. I floated up imagining him on top of me with a smile from his wretched face. Oh, my God, I'm crazy.

The Dean's rope bond in my body slipped and was thrown deep into the bottom of the abyss. Sean's name alone is capable of giving me great power to take that rope off. I immediately raised my face to look into Dean Subroto's eyes. "Thank you for your offer. I think you can ask them about my husband, sir." I looked at the people who were sitting. Some of them looked pale, noticing something threatening from the glare of my sharp eyes for the first time.

They had not yet opened their mouths to answer, another person appeared who now surprised me even more. He glanced at Dean at a glance and passed him just like that. The man who had just arrived, smiled at me. Approaching then embracing my shoulder while squinting one eye flirtatious. "Are you seducing your brother-in-law, Dean?" My eyes opened wide at the words that came out of Sean's mouth.

Subroto Dean. The man was no less surprised. His face turned pale. After a while he spoke with a stutter. "Sister-in-law?"

Sean laughed softly then nodded. He answered while looking at me confused. "Yes, she's my wife, bro."