Page 54 of Enthrall
“We’ll call him from the car. That way we won’t lose any more precious time.”
I squinted at him. “You had time to go shopping.”
“We actually bought this for you so you can go to the party.”
“Lotte told me the women wear bodices and stockings.”
“You have to wear somethingtothe party.” He gave a thin smile. “Richard knows you’re great with clients and that’s why you were the first person we wanted for tonight.” He held up his hands again. “I tried the others to be fair to you. Please hurry up.”
“Are you sure Richard won’t be annoyed?”
He gently ripped the tag from the dress. “Trust me, as soon as he hears about our dinner he’ll be right over to join us.”
Reluctantly I took the dress from him. Feeling his all-seeing eyes following me across the room, I opened the drawer to my dresser and removed a thong as discreetly as possible, as well as a matching bra. Doing my best to hide them from him, I headed into the bathroom.
Within minutes I’d put on the little black dress, marveling at how Cameron had guessed my size. It fit perfectly, though showed off my curves a little too much. I tried to pull it down but it wouldn’t give. Short dresses were in but this was way more daring than I’d have ever chosen. The shoes slid on easily, and despite being strappy heels they felt comfy. There was no question this outfit had cost Cameron a small fortune.
After applying some make-up, which didn’t take long as I preferred a natural look, I pulled a brush through my hair and tussled it; blonde curls cascaded over my shoulders and down my back. A dab of soft pink lip gloss and I was ready.
I took a second to rally my courage. What if Cameron didn’t like the way I looked? Maybe he’d not judged the length of hem right. Vixen versus slut? It was hard to tell having never shopped at Saks. Two deep breaths later and I made an entrance.
Cameron blinked several times at me.
“You don’t like it?” I said, though at the same time relieved he might change his mind and not take me now.
“Okay. Wow,” he said, standing straighter. “You look um...”
“Too short, isn’t it?” I nodded in reply to my own question.
“You’re perfect. I mean the dress is perfect.” He grabbed my handbag and thought better of it. “You don’t need that.” He looked addled.
“I have a clutch purse.” I walked the short distance over to my bedroom cupboard. I found my mini black purse that went great with my dress. Then I headed over to the kitchen counter where Cameron had set down my handbag and withdrew my iPhone, a spare lipstick, and my wallet, placing them all inside the purse. “You’re sure Richard will be fine with this?”
He nodded, though this time remained silent and merely gestured toward the door, hurrying us both out into the night. He held my hand a little too tight. Cameron led me over to a stretch limousine where a uniformed chauffeur waited.
“We’re going in that?” I said.
“Yes,” said Cameron.
Lorraine would freak out. I went for the door handle and Cameron snapped me back. The chauffer opened the back door for us and I realized my mistake. Inside the car was a bar. Having already embarrassed myself by gushing over our transport, I held back on my excitement.
The driver threw me a polite smile in the rearview mirror and navigated the car onto Ventura. After passing a few green lights and only one red, we turned onto the 405 and headed south.
Something so last minute seemed so well planned.
“Should I have worn stockings?” I whispered, feeling decidedly naked showing off my bare legs.
“Sorry?” said Cameron.
“Should I have worn stockings?”
He gave me the longest glare. “No.”
His reaction seemedkind of strange.
He gazed out of his window.
I wondered how often Cameron treated himself to a chauffeur and how much he cost for the night. Though I imagined this would all be going on Enthrall’s tab. Remembering I was meant to call Richard, I opened my purse and reached for my phone.
