Chapter 375 Strange Friend
Layla flashed a killer smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course."
William laughed, "Haha, chill out. I'm not. I'm just Mary's knight in shining armor."
He turned to Mary, grinning. "Right, babe?"
Mary's cheeks turned bright red.
William was really cheeky, flaunting their love like that.
Layla just smirked and led them into the back room.
The studio was decked out in pure luxury. Not a ton of customers, but everyone there was getting the royal treatment. William even got to meet some celebrities.
As Layla walked by, she'd stop and chat with everyone like they were old pals.
She took Mary and William to a swanky private room on the second floor. Clearly, this was her personal space, and she was gonna work her magic on Mary herself.
"William, hang tight. I'll glam up Mary first, then it's your turn," Layla said, getting her tools ready.
She was one of the best in the biz, a real pro.
Even though the room had two gorgeous women, William was bored out of his mind. He ended up dozing off on the couch, dreaming about adventures with Mary.
An hour later, Layla was done with Mary.
"Hey, sleepyhead, look at Mary. Is she pretty?" Layla called out, arms crossed, beaming with pride.
She knew she nailed it.
William woke up, and when he saw Mary in the mirror, he was spellbound by her beauty.
Mary was so stunning like a super star.
Mary was rocking a red evening gown with a deep V back, super sexy.
Her hair was styled elegantly, a far cry from her usual work look, giving her a regal vibe.
She was drop-dead gorgeous.
Mary turned to see William staring at her, totally awestruck, a satisfied smile on her lips.
She loved that he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"I'll head out first. Make sure to make him look dashing," Mary said, giving William a quick glance before leaving.
Chilling on the comfy sofa in the lounge, Mary started thinking about the party tonight.
Layla shut the door to the styling room, patted the chair in front of her, and said sweetly, "Come on, sit here."
William felt a bit awkward. Being alone with Layla, he couldn't help but keep sneaking glances at her.
Sensing him hesitate, Layla called out again, "What's on your mind? Get over here."
"Oh, right," William said, standing up with a grin and plopping down in the chair, which was super comfy.
Layla got to work on his makeup.
Noticing his reaction, she chuckled, "What's up, William?"
She quickly grabbed a tissue, wiped his face, and handed him a glass of ice water to cool down.
'Stay cool! I can't let Mary down!' William thought to himself.
Layla, the top stylist, worked her magic on William. In less than half an hour, she transformed him into a charming prince straight out of a fairy tale.
William had a naturally good-looking face, even if he usually looked a bit scruffy, with sharp eyebrows and lively eyes.
"Mary's got good taste. You're pretty handsome," Layla said, checking him out in the mirror.
"Thanks for the props. Being handsome is kinda my thing," William replied with a cheeky grin.
"Alright, come with me to the dressing room. Let's find you some decent threads," Layla said, giving his shoulder a pat and heading towards the dressing room.
William followed Layla closely, his eyes fixed on her, a flutter of excitement in his chest; she was utterly irresistible.
The walk-in closet was massive, packed with high-end clothes, most of them custom-made. Any piece here could cost a regular person a year's salary.
William had no clue this was Layla's private stash. She rarely let anyone in here because these clothes were her prized possessions. Only clients she had a strong bond with got this VIP treatment.
But here she was, bringing William in, clearly planning to hook him up with some serious gear.
Layla's fingers skimmed over the clothes, and she casually picked a few, handing them to William. "How about these? Try 'em on," she said.
"Aren't you gonna check the size?" William asked.
"Trust me, I can eyeball your size," Layla said confidently.
"Me too," William said, grinning.
Layla shivered slightly, her brows knitting together.
William was about to change but couldn't spot a fitting room, and Layla didn't seem like she was planning to leave.
Seeing her standing there with a smile, William felt a bit awkward and asked, "No fitting room? Or should I just change here?"
"Change here, I'll help you see what fits best," Layla said firmly, arms crossed.
"Feeling shy?" Layla teased with a seductive smile, her white teeth gleaming.
"Honestly, I've never had a woman watch me change clothes like this," William said, his eyes scanning her face.
Then he shamelessly asked, "Are you into me?"
Layla rolled her eyes but kept smiling. "You're overthinking it. I'm just making sure the clothes fit."
William shrugged, then locked eyes with her, unbuttoning his shirt right in front of her.
As he unbuttoned, Layla didn't make direct eye contact. Instead, she kept sneaking glances at him, a slight chill in her eyes that William couldn't miss.
William's body, honed from rigorous training, was lean and defined, with taut muscles. He wasn't a bulky bodybuilder, but his physique had a distinct charm that caught women's eyes, especially those young and naive girls.
However, Layla's eyes kept roaming over William's body, her gaze dreamy and full of doubt.
Noticing her expressions, William smirked. "Are you just gonna let me stand here? Or are you mesmerized by my fit bod?"
Layla snapped out of it, pulling her gaze away, a faint smile on her lips. She handed him a piece of clothing and said, "Try this one. It should look good."
William suddenly said, "This doesn't seem fair."
He added with a grin, "You've watched me change, shouldn't I get to watch you too?"
Layla frowned, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes. "Are you joking?"
But at the same time, a trace of panic flickered in her eyes.
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