Chapter 440 Serving Him to Undress
Ashley had never been to the third floor before, and she had no idea that even the home wear and pajamas here were so complete.
Although they weren't custom-made, compared to those big brands outside, the color scheme and design were clearly several notches higher.
She was still roughly surveying the area when she heard Damian dismissing the waiter.
"If you send them away, who will serve the customers?"
Damian walked over to a dark green leather sofa, sat down elegantly, crossed his legs, leaned slightly against the armrest, and with his long fingers stroking his chin, he looked at Ashley thoughtfully. His eyes seemed like precise measuring tapes, measuring her dimensions from top to bottom. "It's just the two of us here; we can serve each other."
Ashley felt nervous under his gaze, pulled her robe tighter, and crossed her arms to cover herself as much as possible. "Although I don't have experience as a sales assistant, I know a bit about Mr. Hearst's taste. Whatever Mr. Hearst wants to buy, I'm happy to help."
Damian's lips curled into a noble smile, more dazzling than the models on the wall. "Whatever you recommend, I'll buy."
Ashley coughed and shifted her gaze away from him. Her fingers brushed over a row of men's home wear, picking out seven or eight sets without much thought and hanging them on a mobile rack. She dusted off her hands, "Mr. Hearst, take a look. Do they meet your requirements?"
Men's clothing styles are generally limited, but they excel in material and detail. She remembered his clothing size, so they should all fit.
Damian nodded, "They meet my requirements. I'll take them all."
"So decisive, aren't you going to try them on?"
The clothes were all covered with a layer of soft dust-proof fabric, so hands wouldn't directly touch the material inside. Of course, intimate clothing obviously couldn't be tried on. How could they be sold to others if tried on? Besides, how could Damian try them on here?
Ashley just wanted to tease him.
Damian picked at a button on his suit jacket with one hand, slowly stood up, and with his long legs, he was in front of Ashley in two steps. Looking down at her, he said, "Try them on? Of course, help me undress."
Ashley looked up to see a broad chest wall, her forehead just hitting his chest. With the rack behind her, she couldn't retreat and had to face him, "Mr. Hearst, sales assistants don't provide undressing services. The fitting room is inside; please help yourself."
Damian grabbed her wrist, pulling her fingers to the button, "Where's your sincerity in apologizing?"
Ashley's eyes widened, looking into his eyes. That faint expression, mixed with a bit of late spring chill, inexplicably made her heart flutter.
"I don't think this is an appropriate way to show sincerity."
"The most sincere way is to do it the way others like. I think this is just fine!"
She took the initiative to unbutton his suit jacket, helping him take it off, revealing the shirt tucked into his trousers. Without the jacket, the shirt outlined his lean and fit upper body, with no excess fat at the waist, like a perfectly sculpted statue.
Damian stretched out his arms, his voice deep, "What about the rest?"
Ashley gritted her teeth, "Don't go too far. Do I have to help you take off your pants next?"
Damian said, "These are intimate clothes. How else am I supposed to wear them?"
"You..."
Ashley was furious, but he looked down at her, unhurriedly saying, "I've finished my work for today and have plenty of time. If you want to play coy, I can accompany you. Whether it's a quick resolution or a prolonged standoff, it's your choice."
Ashley was so angry her stomach hurt, but she had no choice. She had to unbutton his shirt one by one, loosen his tie, remove it, and then help him take off his shirt.
Next, Damian's healthy skin tone was revealed, with neatly arranged muscles that were almost a spell of blood-pumping allure, making one addicted with just one more look.
Damian had a belt around his waist, and only his trousers left. His fit body under the carefully arranged lighting was comparable to a supermodel ready for a fashion shoot.
Ashley clutched his shirt, her voice unnaturally hoarse, "That's enough! You can handle the rest yourself!"
But Damian wouldn't let her go, forcibly pulling the shirt from her hand and throwing it on the sofa. He turned around, encircling her hands at his chest, guiding her hand to the buckle, "You can't leave things half-done. That's not Ms. Astor's style."
He deliberately called her "Ms. Astor," giving Ashley a wake-up call. He was hinting that if she didn't cooperate, she wouldn't get her license in a month.
Ashley was so angry she could almost break her teeth, glaring at his flawless face, "You're going too far, Mr. Hearst."
Damian's fingers slid into her long hair, rubbing her strands, "You're not bad either, always giving me tough challenges. How about we switch? I'll undress you, and you handle my work?"
Ashley could only lower her head in silence, reluctantly working on the buckle.
She had done this for him once or twice before, but Damian had a hobby of collecting belts, using a different style every day. Today's belt was particularly complicated, and she couldn't open it.
"What's with this? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to open it in an emergency?"
Damian's face was above her head, his smile never fading. Seeing her frustrated and angry, he found it amusing. His large hand covered hers, finding a small metal piece inside and flicking it back.
It opened.
In her haste, Ashley pulled the belt out, the long black calfskin belt dangling in the air.
Damn it!
At that moment, even if she wasn't shy, her ears turned red.
Damian almost laughed, teasing, "So eager, aren't you?"
"That's enough! Mr. Hearst, get in there!"
Damian persisted, "One last step, come here."
Helpless, she unzipped his trousers, angrily helping him pull them down to his ankles, "Lift your leg!"
Clearly furious.
Damian cooperated, and with that, he was left with only one last layer, his fit body openly displayed before her.
Ashley took a deep breath, resigned, and handed him a set of clothes, "Mr. Hearst, please."
Damian looked at the flamboyant pajamas in his hand, said nothing, and turned to the fitting room.
Ashley closed her eyes, exhaled, and turned to find she was still holding his belt, almost exploding with anger, whipping it on the sofa.
Inside, Damian raised an eyebrow at the sound.
If he didn't feel sorry for her suffering, he would have liked to give her a taste of that whip.
When Damian came out, he looked like he was going to the beach, but the tacky pajamas somehow looked charming and elegant on him.
Ashley cursed him silently. She had deliberately chosen the most garish set, yet he wore it with a wild and devilish charm.
Damian glanced at the mirror. The colors clearly challenged his aesthetic limits, but he didn't mind at all, nodding nonchalantly, "Whip, prints, bullying the weak, all together, you like the unruly domineering CEO style?"
Ashley resisted the urge to spit blood, seriously examining the transformed Damian, smiling slightly, "There are plenty of styles, don't stop, keep trying."
Damian lifted her chin, lowering his height, and said word by word, "Want to see? Then join me."
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