Declining Chunhua’s Invitation

An hour later she was thoroughly examined and had given so many samples of everything she almost felt violated. "You can get dressed now." Jack smiled at her. Changying frowned at the stained dress crumpled in the corner with her bag and bra. "Here," Jack passed her several bags. "Wang has been here twice wondering what I am doing to you. He bought you a new dress to replace the one he destroyed."

Changying gasped looking at the bags as Jack left the room. 'Well, he did owe me a dress' she thought bringing her shoulders up. 'It wasn't totally my fault.' She tried to convince herself that accepting his gift was okay, and she would owe him nothing in return. Maybe he would like to meet Chunhua, she smiled to herself. He was just her type, young, successful and arrogant. Shaking her head wondering what she was thinking, no way was she jeopardising her job by letting Chunhua mess with it.

She dressed quickly, discarding the idea of a bra and slipping on the matching shoes. The straps of the dress were thin and the band that held her breasts was wide and soft allowing her blotchy chest room to breathe. The soft dress swung out from just below her braless breasts cascading around her like a soft blue waterfall ending just above her knees. She felt as if she should be going to a cocktail party rather than back to work.

Shoving her stained dress and shoes into one of the bags she headed out to the waiting room. Wang was talking with Jack, and they both looked up as she walked out. Wang watched her with an odd expression and Jack walked toward her handing her a card, "This has my number on it, the big bad wolf will let you off work early tomorrow afternoon to get your results, we should be able to do the Implanon then since your cycle just finished." Jack winked, "See you then, Miss Ma." He said louder as Wang approached.

The new heels she wore clacked over the tiles in the waiting room as Wang took her hand and pulled her out the front door into the car park. Wind blew the flimsy fabric of her dress around her legs as she followed him to his car. He opened the door, and she climbed in as ladylike as she could in the wind whipped dress. Changying leaned back against the leather upholstery crossing her legs and acutely aware of the shortness of her dress she placed her bag on her knees.

"Thank you for this. You didn't have to go to so much trouble."

"I am glad it fits. I had to ring your mother. You always wear such baggy clothes it was hard to know your size."

"Oh great," she mumbled, "Chunhua knows," sighing she said, "Let me guess she invited you out for a drink to thank you?"

"Actually, she did," he smirked, "I had to decline. There is a thing tonight I have to attend."

"Oh!" Changying was genuinely surprised, "I bet Chunhua didn't take that well," she looked over at him as he drove.

"You call your mother Chunhua?"

"She's not exactly the maternal type." Changying said stiffly and looked out her window.

"I put the things that fell out of your bag into the glove box. Interesting book you're reading," Wang smirked.

"It's Chunhua's," Changying blurted, "I told her about my current research she thought it would help me," she tried to keep her voice light and easy.

"Interesting," Wang murmured his arrogant smirk still in place.