Villain Ch 313. Do You Like What You See?
Allen nodded in acknowledgment as he put down the suit, preparing to change into it. However, as he was about to unbutton his shirt, he noticed Vivian still lingering in the room, not making any moves to leave.
"Why are you still here?" Allen asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. "I thought you wanted to finish your hairdo in the bathroom."
Vivian's eyes darted away for a moment before she sheepishly replied, "Oh, I just wanted to make sure the clothes fit you properly."
Allen raised an eyebrow, unsure if he understood her reasoning. "You want to make sure the clothes fit me?" he repeated, feeling a bit puzzled. It wasn't like they were tailor-made clothes that required adjustments.
Vivian quickly tried to cover up her real intention, trying to act as casually as possible. "Well, you know, sometimes clothes look different on the hanger than they do on a person. I just wanted to make sure you look your best in that suit," she explained with a nonchalant shrug.
Allen couldn't help but smile at Vivian's endearing attempt to mask her true feelings. He decided to play along with Vivian's charade. He figured there was no harm in humoring her, especially since he was only changing his clothes, and his jeans were perfectly suitable for the occasion.
"Make sense," he replied with an easygoing smile, appreciating her efforts to ease his nerves.
Vivian sat down and grinned, satisfied with his response. "Great! Now, go ahead and try on the suit. I'm sure you'll look amazing in it," she said cheerfully, gesturing towards the suit.
Allen's hand confidently gripped the hem of his T-shirt, and with a fluid motion, he pulled it up and over his head. The fabric slid off his well-toned body, revealing his defined muscles and smooth skin. Vivian's breath hitched at the sight before her, and her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't tear her eyes away as she took in every inch of him, the image searing into her memory.
Her desire ignited with every move he made, and for a brief moment, she found herself wishing they didn't have to go to the club. A part of her yearned for a more intimate setting, where she could have him all to herself and explore the undeniable chemistry between them. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing they had plans for the evening.
As Allen deftly put on the suit, his confident demeanor only intensified the allure he exuded. The clothes fit him perfectly, accentuating his masculine physique. When he turned to face Vivian, he noticed the stunned expression on her face, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn't resist teasing her a little.
With a playful smirk, he sauntered closer to her, his body language exuding confidence and charm. He stopped just inches away from her, leaning in slightly so that his hands rested on the back of the sofa, enclosing her in his embrace. The proximity sent a shiver down Vivian's spine, and she found herself momentarily speechless.
The closeness between them was palpable, and Vivian's breath hitched as she felt his presence engulfing her.
"You seem impressed," Allen quipped, his voice low and tinged with amusement. "Do I look that good?" Allen asked, his voice low and seductive. He knew the effect he was having on her, and he couldn't help but revel in it.
Vivian's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find her words. "I... um... well, the suit does look good on you," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Allen chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Do you like what you see?" His question hung in the air, his gaze intense and piercing as it bore into Vivian.
Vivian's face flushed a deep shade of red, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, but admitting it aloud was another matter altogether. "I... um..." she stammered, her mind racing for the right words.
Before she could gather her thoughts and respond, Allen playfully interjected, "I'll take that as a yes."
Her embarrassment only intensified as she found herself tongue-tied, unable to form a coherent sentence. "I need to finish my hair," she blurted out, using the excuse as an escape. Without waiting for his response, she quickly turned and practically ran towards the bathroom.
Once inside, Vivian closed the door behind her, leaning against it for support. She took in a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself and regain her composure. Her heart was still racing, and her mind was filled with a jumble of thoughts and emotions.
"What just happened back there?" she whispered to herself, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.
In an attempt to calm her racing heart and clear her mind, Vivian took a few more deep breaths, trying to focus on her breathing. She closed her eyes, blocking out the outside world, and concentrated on the rhythmic inhales and exhales. With each breath, she willed herself to relax, letting go of the fluttering nerves that had taken hold of her. Yet, the image of Allen in the suit lingered in her mind. She couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between them.
After a few minutes, she felt her heart rate slow down, and her thoughts became clearer. Vivian knew she needed to get a grip on herself if she wanted to enjoy the evening ahead. With a newfound sense of determination, she pushed herself away from the door and walked over to the bathroom mirror.
While Vivian was trying to compose herself in the bathroom, Allen let out a deep breath and plopped himself onto the couch. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head in amusement. "If you want to play with me, you should be prepared to that extent, Vivian," he muttered to himself, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
Deciding to give Vivian some space to compose herself, Allen glanced around the living room for something to occupy his time. His eyes landed on a magazine sitting on the coffee table, and he picked it up out of curiosity.
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