Let My Hands Do the Talking (Completed)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Liana got into the car 20 minutes later with a messy ponytail and a wrinkled shirt and old pair of jeans on.

She slammed the door. The limo pulled out of the driveway.

What took you so long. We are going to be super late now.

"It's not my fault. You're worst than a woman. You were in the bathroom for over an hour!"

I was having trouble with a certain member of my body!

"All you had to do was ask me for help and I would have helped you tame your little problem."

There was nothing little about it. And there is no taming the beast.

She rolled her eyes and fell back on the seat.

They arrived a few minutes later to the largest building in town. When they got out of the limo she stared up at it.

"Wow! There must be like fifty floors in there."

That's right. Come on, he tried to grab on to her hand but she moved it out of his reach. He's puzzled.

"I'm still mad," she crossed her arms over her chest.

When she walked away he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She smells like warm vanilla.

"Dylannn," she grumbled.

He smiled and kissed his lips down her inviting neck.

She shivered and laughed. "People can see us, you know."

Who cares. He gave her one last kiss and let her go. Will you hold my hand now.

"No. I told you I'm mad."

For what, he grinned. You look amazing and we're here now.

"For hogging the shower. Why do you want to hold my hand so bad anyway."

Because it's soft, he winked.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and let him hold her hand. She's glad she did because there are so many people in here and she would have gotten lost without his guidance. And she likes the feeling of her hand in his.

The room that Dylan is shooting in is on the 35th floor. She doesn't feel safe all the way up here. She doesn't like being this high up in a building. This is just not her thing.

A very stuck up woman met them at the door. "Dylan," she said his name slowly. "Nice of you to finally show up. You have never been one to be late."

He gave her an innocent smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"No need to explain yourself. We have already wasted enough time. I need you in hair and makeup right now."

Not the make up, he groaned in his mind.

Dylan motioned for Liana to follow him.

The woman stopped her. "And who are you?"

"Uh I'm here with him. I'm his translator."

She gave her a smug look. "Oh! You're 'That Girl'. The one he told me about. I have a place just for you. I'll take care of her," she said to Dylan.

"Go ahead," Liana assured him that she would be okay without him. He nodded and left.

The woman opened the door enough to let her in.

This place is huge and there is so much going on in here. Hundreds of people are running around.