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Authors: Lisa Swann
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found out, right?
When I returned to my hotel that evening, I was no longer in anything like the same mood as I had been in the morning. My blissful optimism had been replaced by a dull ache. I had been taken for a ride yet again by the deceitful Sacha Goodman, who had completely ignored me when I walked past him on the way to the lift as I left. He had not even deigned to raise his head. What an idiot I was.
I had barely closed the door behind me when there was a knock. It was Arnaud, more sanctimonious than ever.
– Elisabeth! My father and I are leaving for Chicago in one hour and coming back on Tuesday. Natalia – you know that fabulous brunette who was there yesterday – will be waiting for us at the airport. She’s in charge of the Chicago branch of Goodman & Brown. But I’m warning you, behave yourself while we’re away. OK? Don’t make a fuss, and work on the current files without disturbing the people in the firm. There’ll be an office at your disposal. You’re the intern, remember. It’s the weekend now, so keep out of trouble, ok?
He uttered it all with such disdain and self-importance that I wanted to vomit immediately. But I had no time to come back with anything in response, as he had already disappeared.
What a bastard that Arnaud was.
That daddy’s boy was becoming increasingly arrogant. Good riddance… So the brunette was the famous Natalia Azarov everyone had been going on about all day. What an imbecile, I hadn’t made the connection... She had clearly risen the top, that one! Beautiful, intelligent, in the public eye – she had it all. I was sure Arnaud was preparing to seduce her. Even though the boor already had a fiancée in Paris!
I went into my bedroom with the sole intention of having a long, very hot shower. Then I would go straight to bed, without eating or doing anything else. There was bound to be something rubbish on TV to stop me thinking about my lamentable situation.
It was then that I saw the dress on the bed. There was no point reading the card on top of it, I already knew who had arranged for the silky garment to be delivered. I touched the incredibly soft material and held the sea-green dress up in front of me to see what it looked like in the mirror. The colour was perfect. It complemented my pale skin and red hair superbly.
What should I do? Give in? Obey and be ready for him whenever he clicked his fingers? Even if it meant putting up with his exceptionally cold attitude forever?
The dress was so beautiful. Everything he touched was so tasteful, so refined. The heat of his kisses was so intense and the dream I was living thanks to him was so incredible (most of the time) that I would have been stupid to refuse this adventure, wouldn’t I?
I picked up the card and snapped it between my fingers.
“Bring a few things with you and put on this dress. You’re not sleeping at the hotel tonight. A limousine will be waiting for you in front of the hotel at 7pm on the dot.
S.”
No tender words!
Very well, I will get ready, Mr Goodman… But don’t think you’re going to enjoy my sexy little body tonight!
At 7pm sharp, I slid into the white leather seat. Sacha was already there. I hardly dared look at him, but I could see he was wearing a dinner suit. He had such class.
How did he manage to make me forget how careful I should be every time… Was just one of his smiles enough to make all my doubts disappear? It was too easy for him. I stood my ground. He moved closer and caressed my breasts through the thin silk…
– That dress is just perfect. You look very beautiful, he said, running his fingers over my chest.
With his other hand, he grabbed hold of the back of my neck and moved ominously closer to me. His subtle scent filled my nostrils. I was going to give in, there was no doubt about it. I stiffened as much as I could…
– Hmm… I’ve wanted these lips all day.
It was too much. I exploded.
– Really? I thought you hadn’t even noticed I was there!
When I returned to my hotel that evening, I was no longer in anything like the same mood as I had been in the morning. My blissful optimism had been replaced by a dull ache. I had been taken for a ride yet again by the deceitful Sacha Goodman, who had completely ignored me when I walked past him on the way to the lift as I left. He had not even deigned to raise his head. What an idiot I was.
I had barely closed the door behind me when there was a knock. It was Arnaud, more sanctimonious than ever.
– Elisabeth! My father and I are leaving for Chicago in one hour and coming back on Tuesday. Natalia – you know that fabulous brunette who was there yesterday – will be waiting for us at the airport. She’s in charge of the Chicago branch of Goodman & Brown. But I’m warning you, behave yourself while we’re away. OK? Don’t make a fuss, and work on the current files without disturbing the people in the firm. There’ll be an office at your disposal. You’re the intern, remember. It’s the weekend now, so keep out of trouble, ok?
He uttered it all with such disdain and self-importance that I wanted to vomit immediately. But I had no time to come back with anything in response, as he had already disappeared.
What a bastard that Arnaud was.
That daddy’s boy was becoming increasingly arrogant. Good riddance… So the brunette was the famous Natalia Azarov everyone had been going on about all day. What an imbecile, I hadn’t made the connection... She had clearly risen the top, that one! Beautiful, intelligent, in the public eye – she had it all. I was sure Arnaud was preparing to seduce her. Even though the boor already had a fiancée in Paris!
I went into my bedroom with the sole intention of having a long, very hot shower. Then I would go straight to bed, without eating or doing anything else. There was bound to be something rubbish on TV to stop me thinking about my lamentable situation.
It was then that I saw the dress on the bed. There was no point reading the card on top of it, I already knew who had arranged for the silky garment to be delivered. I touched the incredibly soft material and held the sea-green dress up in front of me to see what it looked like in the mirror. The colour was perfect. It complemented my pale skin and red hair superbly.
What should I do? Give in? Obey and be ready for him whenever he clicked his fingers? Even if it meant putting up with his exceptionally cold attitude forever?
The dress was so beautiful. Everything he touched was so tasteful, so refined. The heat of his kisses was so intense and the dream I was living thanks to him was so incredible (most of the time) that I would have been stupid to refuse this adventure, wouldn’t I?
I picked up the card and snapped it between my fingers.
“Bring a few things with you and put on this dress. You’re not sleeping at the hotel tonight. A limousine will be waiting for you in front of the hotel at 7pm on the dot.
S.”
No tender words!
Very well, I will get ready, Mr Goodman… But don’t think you’re going to enjoy my sexy little body tonight!
At 7pm sharp, I slid into the white leather seat. Sacha was already there. I hardly dared look at him, but I could see he was wearing a dinner suit. He had such class.
How did he manage to make me forget how careful I should be every time… Was just one of his smiles enough to make all my doubts disappear? It was too easy for him. I stood my ground. He moved closer and caressed my breasts through the thin silk…
– That dress is just perfect. You look very beautiful, he said, running his fingers over my chest.
With his other hand, he grabbed hold of the back of my neck and moved ominously closer to me. His subtle scent filled my nostrils. I was going to give in, there was no doubt about it. I stiffened as much as I could…
– Hmm… I’ve wanted these lips all day.
It was too much. I exploded.
– Really? I thought you hadn’t even noticed I was there!
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