Thursday 6th November, 2010
5:00 p.m
(hours before the incident)
Jiand Xiotin sat in first class, the plane had taken off a day earlier than scheduled an she was glad to have made it to the airport in time for the early flight.Her long black hair was tied in a loose ponytail as she stared out the window.Finally, she was only hours away from her home and beloved husband. Han Zhenlin and her have been dating since they were both in college an married as soon as they had graduated. She was just coming back from a month long business trip in Country A,although it was cut short due to the work being completed faster than the allotted time and her flight was called a day earlier. This couldn't be any better. Even though Han and her had communicated every now and then, Xiotin couldn't help but think that something was wrong. He barely texted or would never text at all unless she took the initiative to. Xiotin could only hope this little problem would be solved when she gets back to Country Z and finally see him in person after a month of no physical intimacy.
"Would you like something to drink ma'am?"
An air stewardess approached her. Xiotin shook her head and the woman bowed and left. Xiotin's hazel eyes flitted right back to the open window, her gaze fixed upon the orange painted sky. Its clouds floating lazily around and dotting the canvas with blots of white. What seemed like forever, her eyes finally slipped close an she drifted off into a light slumber.
Meanwhile back in Country Z
Han Zenlin sat at the desk in his office, his hand rubbing his forehead in an attempt to soothe another upcoming headache. Over the period of two weeks, Han Innovations had managed to lose over $50,000.00 yen in goods. Han stared at the various papers that littered his desk and floor,each scratched with a half completed business plan. After trying, and failing, a few more times; Han threw his head back against the office chair. His hair fell in front of his face and he pushed it back with a frustrated grunt, his head was pounding and the blue button up suit suddenly felt to hot and tight. He huffed and glared at the documents on his desk, the stack never seemed to end when he was in the office.
"Mr. Han?"
A soft, feminine voice rang out through the room. Han cracked an eye open and stared at the doors before reluctantly sighing.
"Come in"
His voice was low and raspy, his tone hinting at the undercurrent of stress that he was trying to suppress.The door to the office was opened an a timid woman stepped in
"Mr. Han? there's a lady here who wants to meet with you immediately"
The secretary spoke as she stood in front the doorway. Han furrowed his brow as he thought about who it was that needed to see him so urgently.Before the secretary could continue,she was forcefully pushed aside as Jiand Xia walked in sporting a strapless, black dress that reached her upper thighs an a pair of white pumps. Han's eyes widened when he saw her an he gestured at the secretary to give them space. The secretary nodded at him an bowed deeply before she left closing the door behind her. Jiand Xia took of her shades, her amber eyes fixated on his.
"Han"
Her voice was an enigma by itself, heavenly symphonic yet sinfully tempting. Han sat up straight,a soft smile spread across his face
"Xia, what are you doing here?"
The woman, Xia, gave a sweet smile, her curls bouncing slightly as she walked and stood in front his desk. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her palms flat against the wooden desk. The action resulted in her cleavage being visible
"I'm here to see you, why else?"
She said, tilting her head slightly as she gave him an intense stare. Han's eyes darted towards her exposed cleavage before it met her gaze.
"And why would you want to see me?"
He responded. Xia stood up and walked around the desk, coming to a halt behind him and placing her manicured fingers gently on his shoulders to stop him from turning around. Slowly, she started massaging his tense shoulders, leaning down to whisper in his ears.
"I heard that your having problems....maybe I can help?"
Xia purposefully brushed her lips against his ear, her hands ,moving from his shoulders to the front of his chest, playing with the top button. A small but noticeable shiver ran down Han's spine as he leaned into the chair, he slightly turned his head to meet her gaze, his own darkening slightly when he saw the innocent smile she gave him.
"Help?.how can you help me Xia?"
His voice was soft, husky even as he held her hand that was struggling to unbutton his clothes, slowly rubbing his palm over hers. The feeling of her soft hands in his ignited a tiny flame that he immediately blew out. Han stood up and walked away from her, putting distance between them as he fixed his clothes an brushed his hair away from his face. Xia stood dumbstruck before standing straight and staring at him. 'why is he backing away?' she thought as she gave him a tempting smile ' he's supposed to fall for me, I specifically wore Xiotin's favourite scent. I spent hours getting ready to seduce you, tricking you to sleep with me,'
"Although I can't help with the business....I can help take the stress of you"
She smiled and slowly closed the distance. Han watched her approach, each step she took rekindling the fire he had blown out.
"That's quite alright Xia, I'm fine"
Han was quick to decline. Yes, Xia was gorgeous and sexy and everything Xiotin wasn't but he loves Xiotin.....he did...he loved her more than anything.....so why is it that when Xia smirked and slid her hand down his body he couldn't push her away? Instead he pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist and burying his face in the crook of her neck where he smelt green apples...Green apples?... smells like Xiotin. His arms tightened around her waist as he breathed in her scent again. It smelt so much like Xiotin that Han couldn't help himself from burying his face deeper into Xia's neck. Xia smirked, tightening the grip she had on his hair as she pressed herself against him.
"What do you say Han? I'll help you with the stress?"
Han simply pressed his lips against her skin, trailing a path up her neck towards her earlobe. She smelt like Xiotin.. Xia gasped softly, arching into him as she gripped his hair harder. ' Gotcha, looks like your man couldn't resist me Xiotin, wonder what your face would be like if you see your loving husband now' Xia thought as she trapped Han further into her web.
The fluorescent lights of the Zenith Corporation hummed, a sterile counterpoint to the chaotic energy crackling between Han Zhenlin and Jiand Xia. Outside, the city was a glittering tapestry of late-night ambition, but within this 27th-floor office, the world seemed to shrink, focusing solely on the two figures locked in a desperate embrace.
Han Zhenlin, all angles and lean muscle, traced the curve of Jiand's cheek with a trembling hand. His golden hair, usually neatly slicked back, was now tousled, reflecting the harsh office light. His terracotta eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were clouded with a raw desire he hadn't realized he possessed.
Jiand Xia, petite and with a figure generously blessed, met his gaze. Her green eyes, usually sparkling with wit and intelligence, were now dilated, mirroring his own desperate need. She was a whirlwind of curves and soft edges, a startling contrast to the sterile corporate environment, yet somehow, she fit perfectly against him.The kiss was explosive, a collision of pent-up frustration and unspoken longing. It was desperate, feverish, a silent scream against the suffocating pressure that had been building between them. The lines between friends blurred, then vanished entirely, replaced by the primal pull of shared desire.
He lifted her onto his desk, scattering reports and spreadsheets like confetti. She didn't protest, just met his intensity with her own, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Outside the window, perched on the fire escape, a nightingale sat. Its beady eyes, two black pinpricks in the dim light, watched the two people who allowed the throes of passion to consume them. It was a silent observer, a feathered voyeur to their desperate dance. The rain, now a slight drizzle, seemed to follow this bird in every scene he was seen.
The nightingale cried out once more, a short, sharp burst of sound that was almost lost in the hum of the city.
The sound, however faint, cut through the haze of their passion. Han pulled back, his breath ragged. He looked at Jiand, his eyes searching, questioning. The flush that had colored his cheeks began to fade, replaced by a flicker of something akin to shame.
"We... we shouldn't, I-...," he whispered, his voice trembling. He pushed himself off the desk, straightening his rumpled shirt. 'I love Xiotin' , the words he left unsaid. He couldn't..yet the way Xia stared at him, flushed and panting had his chest tight. He clenched his knuckles as he tried to calm himself down..
'Your married to Xiotin' he old himself, the words repeating in his head over and over again. Xia, noticing his attempts to stop, wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, her lips eagerly and sloppily finding his. The moment she did all reservations Han had was thrown out the window, he pulled her even closer, his lips devouring hers as he grabbed her by the waist.
The nightingale cried for the last time as he watched them stare into the abyss. With a low, final song, the nightingale took flight.