Chapter Three

EVE

I hurried up and concluded my task in the office so I can go to the lingerie store to get something sexy for myself, I was feeling a bit stiff, so I decided to visit the bathroom and freshen up a bit.

As I walked to the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was a bit messy, but I didn't care. I was feeling too good to worry about it. I combed my hair and splashed some cold water on my face, feeling the water droplets run down my cheeks.

The lingerie store was only a few blocks away, so I decided to walk. As I walked, I could feel the sun on my skin, and the breeze in my hair. It was such a beautiful day. When I got to the store, I took a deep breath and walked inside.

The store was filled with rows and rows of beautiful lingerie, from lacy bras to silky panties. I walked up and down the aisles, admiring the different colors and styles. I picked up a few things to try on, feeling the fabrics against my skin. I was in lingerie heaven.

As I browse through the exquisite lingerie collection, I can't help but imagine how Luke would react when he sees me in them. The thought alone sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel my heart racing with excitement.

I pick up a lacy red bralette and hold it up to my chest, admiring how it accentuates my curves. The matching thong looks equally tantalizing, and I can't resist picturing myself wearing it.

I close my eyes and let my imagination run wild, envisioning myself strutting into Luke's apartment wearing nothing but the lingerie. The look of desire on his face as he takes in my alluring figure makes my knees weak.

As I try on the various lingerie sets, I can't help but feel more and more confident in my own skin. The silk and lace feel soft against my skin, and I can't help but run my hands over my body, feeling sexier by the second.

I found a fitting room and tried on a few things, admiring myself in the mirror. I loved the way the lace hugged my curves and the way the silk felt against my skin. I couldn't resist getting a few things, and before I knew it, my arms were full of shopping bags.

I had a nice body, better than Alexis, at least I'm not a stud, I have to do whatever it takes to sign this contract with Luke, he's a billionaire and this man would be of good importance to me, I can't let a straight lady ruin my chances.

As I stood there admiring myself in the mirror, I noticed that the bra I had picked out was slightly too tight. I decided to try on a few more bras to make sure I found the perfect fit. After trying on a few more styles, I finally found the perfect one. It was a lacy black push-up bra that accentuated my curves and made me feel confident.

Next, I turned my attention to finding a matching pair of panties. I browsed through the racks, examining each pair carefully. I finally settled on a pair of black lace thong panties that complemented the bra perfectly.

As I stood in front of the mirror admiring my new lingerie, my mind couldn't help but wander back to work. I knew I had a deadline coming up soon, and I couldn't afford to waste any more time. The thought of work made me anxious, but I quickly pushed it aside and focused on the present moment.

I took a deep breath and examined myself in the mirror once again. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I looked at my reflection. The lingerie I had picked out was perfect - it hugged my curves in all the right places and made me feel confident and sexy.

As I was getting ready to change back into my clothes, I heard a knock on the door. "Excuse me, miss? Are you ready to check out?" a voice called out.

"Yes, I'll be right out," I responded, quickly changing back into my clothes. I grabbed my old lingerie and stepped out of the dressing room, feeling a bit self-conscious.

The sales assistant greeted me with a smile and began ringing up my purchases. As she did, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. I had promised myself that I wouldn't spend too much money today, but I had gone over my budget. I tried to shake the feeling off and reminded myself that I deserved to treat myself every once in a while.

As I continue to browse through the lingerie selection, I can feel my mind starting to drift away from work and into a more playful state. I try on a few more pieces, admiring how they hug my curves in all the right places. I turn around to examine my behind in the mirror, and that’s when I see him.

He’s standing at the entrance of the dressing room, talking to the store manager. My eyes are drawn to him like a magnet. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His hair is perfectly styled, and he’s wearing a suit that looks like it was custom-made for him. He looks extremely rich and could possibly be a great investor. I can feel my heart starting to race as I look at him.

I watch him for a few moments, trying to be subtle about it. I can see that he’s looking around the store, his gaze sweeping over the displays. Then, he turns and our eyes meet. My breath catches in my throat as I realize how strikingly handsome he is.

I quickly turn back to the mirror, trying to compose myself. I’m not usually one to get flustered by men, but something about him is different. What if he's a billionaire and I can Carjole him into signing a contract with him, who knows, he might be looking forward to invest, or maybe it’s the way he carries himself, or the intensity in his eyes. Whatever it is, I can’t stop thinking about him.

I couldn't help but stare at him, feeling both embarrassed and intrigued at the same time. I quickly averted my gaze and pretended to focus on the items in front of me. It was then that I noticed that he was holding a few pieces of lingerie in his hands.

Suddenly, a saleswoman approached him with a smile, and I couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"May I help you with anything, sir?" she asked politely.

"Yes, I'm looking for some lingerie for my wife. Something sexy, but not too revealing," he replied with a slight blush on his cheeks.

I couldn't help but smile at his shyness. It was endearing to see a man so concerned about his wife's feelings.

The saleswoman led him to a different section of the store, and I followed them discreetly, trying not to seem too obvious. I couldn't help but feel a bit envious of his wife. What I would give to have a man who cared enough about me to buy me lingerie.

As they browsed through the store, he kept asking questions about different styles and sizes, and the saleswoman was more than happy to assist him. I couldn't help but admire his dedication to finding the perfect gift for his wife.

After a while, he seemed to have found what he was looking for, and he made his way to the checkout counter. As he was about to pay, I couldn't resist the temptation to strike up a conversation.

I must admit that the thought of talking to him made me nervous. I mean, how could I possibly approach a complete stranger and strike up a conversation about his wife's lingerie preferences without sounding creepy? So, I decided to play it cool and observe him from a distance. I couldn't help but notice how meticulously he went through each lingerie piece, examining every lace detail, and checking the size charts. It was clear that he wanted to make sure his wife would be happy with the gift.

As I watched him, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. There was something about him that made me feel safe, like I could trust him with my deepest secrets. It was crazy, I know, considering we were complete strangers. But there was something in the way he carried himself that made me feel like he was a good person, and something keeps reminding me that he would be a good investor, the last thing I would want is seeing him signing a contract with Alexis.

I continued watching him, hoping to find the perfect opportunity to slip my card into his pocket. And then, it happened. He had picked out a few items and was making his way to the cashier when he suddenly stopped in front of a black lace bra. He examined it closely, and I could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

"Excuse me, miss?" he called out to the salesgirl. "Can I please get this one in a size 34C?"

I couldn't help but smile to myself. He was clearly proud of his purchase and excited to give it to his wife. As he made his way to the cashier, I quickly scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket, hoping he wouldn't notice.

LUKE

I rolled over in bed, feeling refreshed after my nap. I stretched my arms and legs, took a deep breath, and reached for my phone. I dialed my driver's number, the man I trusted.

"Hey, It's Luke," I said as the call connected. "I need you to do something for me."

"Sure, Mr. Luke," he replied respectfully.

"I need you to take one of the cars and go pick up Eve from her house. I told her earlier that I would send someone to pick her up," I instructed, my voice firm.

"Of course, sir," he replied. "Which car would you like me to take?"

I paused for a moment, considering my options. I had a few high-end cars at my disposal, but I decided on the black Lamborghini. It was sleek and fast, just like I liked it.

"Take the Lamborghini," I said. "And make sure you get there on time. 

"Understood, sir," he replied before ending the call.

I leaned back against my pillows, my mind racing with anticipation. I hope Eve brings her red headed friend, she seems nice and intelligent and I'm sure she'll have a lot to offer.

As I waited for my driver to return with Eve and her friend, I got out of bed and headed to the shower. I turned on the water and let it run until it was steaming hot. Then, I stepped into the stall, letting the water wash over me, cleansing me of the day's stresses.

As I lathered up my body with soap, I scrubbed my body vigorously.

I rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off before wrapping it around my waist. I walked over to my closet, where I had already laid out my clothes for the night.

I slipped on a pair of black dress pants and a crisp white shirt. I added a black tie and a matching jacket, then slipped on my shoes. I checked myself out in the mirror, nodding in approval at my reflection.

Then, I grabbed my phone and walked out of my bedroom. I headed downstairs, where I poured myself a glass of scotch. I sipped it slowly, enjoying the taste and the burn as it slid down my throat.

As I waited for my driver return, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I knew that tonight was going to be special, and I couldn't wait to see where the night would take me.