Siren Song

Chang crawled over to the shower and set it to a luke-warm temperature. She then peeled Brandy"s clothes from last night off of her, and got in. Chang still felt a little nauseous, even with the medicine, so she stood hunched in the shower for a minute or two before she started to feel a little more right in the head.

As Chang stood in the shower she stared to think about the "dream Jian", it felt like he had said something to her but she couldn"t remember. She did remember though the "dream Jian" kissing her and kissing her ear and neck ardently. He had also been rubbing his hands all over her body. Chang started to feel hot thinking about her drunken dream, she realized her hands were starting to wander like the "dream Jian"s" had. Chang shook her head to rid her brain of the dirty thoughts and seriously washed herself and got out.

She wrapped herself in one of the towels she had used for a blanket, and exited the bathroom. Chang dressed herself in one of her favorite b.u.t.ton up baby blue blouses, it had three-quarter length sleeves that slightly puffed on the ends. She partnered it with a dark navy knee-length skirt and her favorite black Mary Janes. Chang quickly towel dried her hair to being just damp, and combed it before braiding it neatly. She looked prim and proper, more like herself in this outfit than the seductress last night.

Chang opened the door and walked down the small hallway, Justin"s room, past the empty bedroom, that had yet to be be rented out; and came into the dining/living room. They had a small teak kitchen table with a small vase with a couple of fake sunflowers in it, just a little touch of brightness. Justin sat at the table sipping tea and reading a newspaper, wearing his gla.s.ses he was never "caught dead in outside in". He wore one of his usual black tank tops with the sleeves cut out, and a pair of tight, black jeans. On his feet though he wore his bunny slippers, which looked absolutely ridiculous with his outfit.

Justin looked up when she came in and put down his newspaper. He went into the kitchen, grabbed two pieces of toast he left in the toaster oven to stay warm for her, put a little b.u.t.ter and brought them in. Chang was touched by her friend"s caring demeanor, gave him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks, grabbed the toast to munch on the way, her money from last night, and she left. She chose to go down the elevator instead of the stairs for her stomachs sake, even though it was slower. She exited the building and started walking in the direction of a couple of thrift stores that she knew of to find more suitable clothes for her job that fit.

After Chang had walked a block past the Mercedes that was parked on the opposite side of the street, a man got out of the back seat. His white shirt and dove grey slacks were rumpled from the tell-tale signs of having spent the night in the car. As he closed the car door it woke his a.s.sistant who slept with his face on the steering wheel. He stumbled out of the car to attention.

Liang Jian Amal strode resolutely to Chang"s apartment building and rode the elevator to third floor. His long legs quickly carried him to the door down the long corridor, his a.s.sistant stumbling to keep up. Without waiting for his a.s.sistant, Liang Jian Amal knocked on the door.

Justin, thinking it was Chang coming back for something, went right up and opened the door without checking the peephole. When Justin opened the door he was astonished to see a tall bronzed Asian s.e.x G.o.d standing there.

"Oh my G.o.d, did I die and go to heaven?"

Justin didn"t recognize him as the man from last night as he had only got the briefest look at the side of his face and had been a little drunk. He stood there love drunk at the site of Liang Jian Amal.

Liang Jian Amal waited a second for Justin to say something, thinking that he had recognized him. Yet when he continued to only stare, he realized that he did not, and he finally spoke.

"Mr. Che, is it, I have a proposal for you that I think you will find very beneficial."