Zia Knight POV

I would say that was a nightmare but I would be lying and the title of the BIGGEST Liar for the year would go to me. That damn piece of ... no no no... I'm sorry, I meant to say 'that damn masterpiece of specimen named Ashton Lombardi was in my dream last night'. 

Alright, specifically, it was him and I
in my kitchen...my granite kitchen island.
Him in his glorious birthday suit and 
I was only in a piece of apron.

Let's just say there was only one thing in the menu and it wasn't food. THE END.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!! this is not healthy! That was the first time I have ever gotten a wet dream, all because of the content of that dream which I cannot believe I STILL remember!! 

I usually forget my dream as soon I was awake. Heck I usually get crazy dream than an R-rated one. My dream usually involved sweets, cooking, baking and all that holiness. One of the crazy dreams I got, for example, was me receiving Willy Wonka invitation and I was the last one to walk out of the factory then me becoming one of the crazy sweet inventors of all time and Him handing over the factory to me as he die old from diabetes. Then, me living happily ever after.

Other dream was me being rescued by the guardian of galaxy team because the bad, ugly aliens wanted me to be their main cook. Oh the shiver! but heck they finally rescued me and I happened to help Groot to say a word other than his name, which was foooood. Yeh, I swear it was that and not his name. 

Whatever! Crazy, I know, but that was my usual kind of dream unlike last night.

Urgh, I need Jesus. and Holy Water, then have a communion by myself. Pray and visit Church every Sunday. REPENT REPENT REPENT. 

Okay, I think I should be good now. 

I quickly started my routine and got myself ready for the day. I made myself a cup of coffee and texted Daniella to inform her that I will be in the restaurant office for today. 

The day went by fast with mom nagging me to stop by home this weekend since she's still worried about my health after my previous stunt that in her word 'scare the living shit outta me'. Colorful expression, I know, that's my mom for you, she may be rich but heck her swearing vocabulary is richer I'm telling you. But of course mother dearest said it with such class that I do not know how the heck did she pull it off, must be the Italian accent. 

Also, dad called me to free myself for this Friday, in three days time, for a meeting at his office for the catering business that is now official and open for business. And as usual, him or Zach always fight for the 'First customer' title. What a bunch of "ruthless billionaire" huh? cue the eyerolls. 

Zach called me to say the same thing as dad but with a request to bring some lunch to the meeting. Yeah right! I mean 'yeah right' as in of course I will as the catering representative I should use this as a chance to impress them. pfft, I knew that even without him telling me, stupid twins stealing my ideas! 

As I was reading a report from one of my branch manager I heard my phone buzzing. I reached my phone and read the new text.

Angela: Hey! It's me, want to hang out?

I was surprised to see the random text by Angela but I welcomed it nonetheless. I replied with a simple sure with a 'when and where' but received a quick reply in just a few seconds later.

Angela: NOW? if you're not busy? Your place? I still need to see your wardrobe? ;)

Looking back at my laptop I realised I only need to write a quick reply to my branch manager and resume the rest at home. 

ME: haha, my room already? and we haven't gone to a date yet? ;) jk, sure. My home in 30 mins? bring some food with you, I got us champagne at home. 

I sent the text and reply to my email with no rush because you can't do business successfully if you're rushing you know!

Then, I pack up and make my way out. As I walk out I bid Avery goodbye, surprising her since she didn't know I was in the office at all. She told me Lucas was out with Angelo since he wants to bond with the 'soon to be my boy', which got her all blushed up and I just had to tease her even more. Heck, now I miss Ashton! Wow, what the hell was I thinking just now? Brushing it off I quickly made my way to my car.

I stopped by at my favourite sushi restaurant to bring some home, and because I was craving some seafood and sushi in general.

I quickly made my way up to my kitchen and set up the sushi onto a large cutting board. Then I got some warm green tea but took out a bottle of champagne along with two crystal glass for it.

Not long after the bell was rang and I opened the door to greet Angela looking fresh and clean as always. 

"Welcome! It's good to see you again, love your outfit by the way." I say cheerfully as I greet her with a hug. 

"Thanks but ughh, talk about outfit I need your help!" she replied immediately as we let go of our hug. 

"Well let's come in first so we can tell me about this." I took her to the kitchen and she handed me the plastic bag of food. I looked into the bag and sighed in relief. Luckily she brought steamed and fried dumplings.

"Well, looks like we're having some Asian dinner" I chuckled and said out loud. Angela nodded absentmindedly while she look around my condo. I quickly pour the champagne into the crystal champagne flute and handed a glass to her before sipping on mine.

"Nice place"

"Thanks. Anyway, want to eat first or have a look around?" 

"Let's eat. I used to much of my brain so now I'm exhausted and tired." I nodded my head in agreement and quickly plate out the still steaming dumplings onto different plates before placing the plates onto the kitchen island.

"So, while we eat, want to tell me what's bothering you? What sort of help you needing from me?" I asked politely, minding to not show the food I have in my mouth as I talk. My mom would kill me if she sees me talking with food in my mouth, she's been drilling it to me to not do it but oh well 'Old habit die hard'. 

"Girl, I need help! It's an emergency!" she slam the take away chopstick before flail her arms on the air like a crazy possessed woman. 

"emergency?"

"Yes! I'm having a creative block! My head cannot bring out any creative ideas right now!! I have a deadline by next week to have three sketches! I.NEED.THIS! Otherwise I won't be able to make it big! I need to overcome this or I won't be getting my name spread out! I need this or I won't be acknowledge by my mentor! I need this otherwise I won't be able to live it up to my siblings and family's reputation and success! I need this..." and I cut her off from her never ending rambling.

"Alright, how about you breathe in and out slowly first before you choke on your food. I don't want you to traumatise me from you choking on sushi. It happens to be one of my favourite food thank you very much!" 

Angela took my advice and closed her eyes before she slowly took a couple deep breathe in and out. Damn, every time I see people do stuff like this I unintentionally follow the action. I groaned internally when we're done with the breathing theraphy. 

"Thanks! I needed that!" I nodded as she continued.

"I need three sketches for dresses. Semi-casual yet elegant and sexy is what I want but I don't know. Nothing comes in my head except that. I've been looking for an inspiration but having no such luck even after going here and there." she sighed loudly but continue eating her sushi before eating two steamed dumplings one after another so quickly. WOW, stress eating are we? scratch that, 'healthy stress eating, are we?' 

"and now you're here?" Huh? what's that got to do with me? How would I help? 

"Yeh, you told me last time you have a closet full of branded clothes and stuffs from your mother?" Oh yeah, I did say that. Well, if that can help her why not.

"Oh yeah sure, hopefully it'll help!" I said with a smile to assure her so she would stress a little less. She smiled and thanked me before we changed our topic to a casual conversation about our work and day. 

Angela was surprised to hear that I own my cafes and the 'Family Night' restaurant. She thought I was just a cook and married to a well-off or rich guy hence my luxurious condo. I laughed out loud at that. It turned out that she's been to my cafe in LA and was in love with the desserts and the service. We found out that we're only one year apart with her being older. She told me that she has been in two relationships but none right now, and she was shocked to find me with no relationship history and my education history where my intellect just carried me away fast unlike many other.

"WOW, brain and beauty huh?" she whistled and I had to scoff at that.

"Yeh, take the beauty out of it. I just told you no guy has hit on me so far!" I rolled my eyes and glare playfully at her as we make our way to my room with our champagne flute on hand.

"Yeah right, maybe you're just oblivious. I mean come on, you're so pretty. Wait until I dress you up and make you look hot like a slut!"

"Hot like a slut?" I halted my step to look at her like she's now back to being a crazy possessed woman. She raised her right eyebrow at me instead like what she said was nothing new at all.

"Yeh, hot like a slut! every non-gay man always ogle at woman like a piece of candy or their favorite sweets they want to devour. We all know slut dress can impress male species which consists us to dress as sexy as they can so the men can "unwrapped" the dress like unwrapping a piece of candy. get it get it get it?" she laughed out loud probably from my sour facial expression.

I shivered at what she said and continue walking my way to my room leaving Angela to calm down from her laugh, which was way longer than I thought.

"Hot like a slut is not I want, maybe a classy, hot, seductress?" I whispered but not loud enough since Angela heard it as well. 

"hmmm... that sounds, interesting?" I look back to see Angela standing still. She seemed to be in her thinking mode since she was nodding her head before tilting it sideways. What's creepy though that she all of a sudden start to look at me from my head to the rest of my body then, just... stare. Okay....no creepy at all dude. NOT!

I clapped my hand loudly to get her out of her creepy trance, and it seemed to work. 

"Do I want to know why you were looking at me in a slightly creepy way? actually cross that, in A VERY CREEPY WAY" I ask slowly so I don't offend her. 

"No, well, yes. I mean what you said just got my attention."

"What did I say?" I titled my head and squint my eyes as I tried to remember what I said to made her being... like this.

"Classy, hot, seductress... I think I can use it for my theme? my creative mind is slowly coming to me." she copied my expression before tilting her head to the same direction.

"Right.... in other words.... I inspired you?"

Angela started to walk towards me, took our champagne flutes and placed it onto my dressing table in my walk-in closet. She took my two hands and squeezed it lightly before she smirked as she stared at me with her sparkled but wicked eyes.  

"Hey, want to be my muse?"

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I imagine Zia reaction from Angela's word. LOL

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