CHAPTER FIVE

Sexy wasn’t the right word to describe how Evie looked in the red silk dress she wore. Not only was it tight fitting, but the fabric clung to her body. She had never worn anything like it before. It was almost as if the dress was made just for her. It hugged every curve on her body perfectly, giving off a seductive image.

The dress was floor length and she paired it with silver heels. Red- bottom and high heeled. She felt like a sex goddess.

Her hair was pinned up, though loose strands fell around her face. Her makeup was flawless: red lipstick, dark eyeliner, and black mascara. She had gotten herself ready for her date with Lorenzo.

“You look… amazing,” Ingrid said as she stared at Evie. She blinked a few times trying to get accustomed to seeing Evie dressed this way. Ingrid knew Evie was pretty, but the dress made her look gorgeous.

“Thanks. Do you think the bruises are noticeable? I don’t want anyone to see them.”

Ingrid placed a hand over Evie's shoulder. "Relax. They aren't visible unless someone looks closely. Besides, you look beautiful."

“Really?" Evie smiled.

“Yeah, really. You’re a fucking goddess. That’s why most of the girls here are jealous of you. They wish they could look that good. Hell, Lorenzo will have a hard time taking his eyes off you.”

Evie gave a half-smile. “You know I don’t care about him. This is a business arrangement between us. Nothing more than that.”

Ingrid grabbed Evie's arm and pulled her to the mirror. She stood behind her and admired how sexy she looked.

“Wow. Just wow," Ingrid said.

She ran her fingers through Evie's hair, letting the tresses fall down her back. "You’re going to turn heads tonight. I’m sorry I can’t go with you. Violetta didn’t pick me among the other escorts. I would have loved to see you in action. But I can't leave the house, remember?"

“Don't worry. I understand. I’m just happy to have a friend like you.”

“Awww…” Ingrid pretended to cry. She leaned in and hugged Evie.

She kissed her forehead and whispered, "Remember, it’s just business. And nothing more. Okay?”

Evie nodded and walked out of her bedroom. Violetta was waiting for her at the entrance of the club with the other girls and some bodyguards.

A limousine was parked outside and the chauffeur stood beside the vehicle holding the door open for her.

“You ready, Evie?" Violetta asked. She turned to the other girls and said, "Okay, ladies, let's go."

They all got into the car and the car took off immediately. The limo drove to the venue where the gala was being held. It was located in the city center and was surrounded by expensive hotels and fancy restaurants. There were tons of people walking around in their finest attire.

Violetta guided Evie and the girls inside the building. It was packed with men and women. A lot of them looked rich and powerful. Some others looked like they were wealthy, but weren't necessarily important figures.

“Okay girls,” Violetta said in a hushed tone. “Time to make mama proud. Remember it’s all about making these men feel good. Don't forget who we're representing.”

Then she turned to Evie and whispered into her ear, "I don’t know why Lorenzo picked you to be his escort. Maybe he likes what he sees or maybe he’s just way too horny to care. Whatever the reason may be, don’t disappoint me this time. Remember the whipping. I won’t hesitate to do that again. Do you hear me?"

Evie gulped and nodded.

Violetta grabbed Evie's hand and led her to the main room. The place was filled with people in long dresses, suits, and tuxes.

They walked toward the front where Lorenzo stood talking to someone. He looked dashing in a black suit with a black bow tie. His hair was styled neatly, and his facial features were perfect.

As soon as Evie saw him, she knew she was done for. Whenever she was around him, there was a kind of electricity she couldn't explain.

She was drawn to him like a moth to light. Her brain always told her to resist but her body… Oh her body wouldn't listen.

It was like an animal instinct: when she was near him, but this wasn’t like the last time in the VIP. Where she dropped her bra by his mere words or how she took off running because she didn’t want him to take away her virginity. No, this time she was prepared.

Everything felt so much stronger. She wanted to make him want her. Play a little game with him. Ingrid had thought her a few tricks. ‘Be confident, act cool, keep him guessing and take full control of the situation.’

“Well, well, well. Look who it is. If it isn’t Miss Runaway herself!” Lorenzo greeted her. He took her hand and kissed the back of her palm.

He smiled at her and she wondered if he knew what effect he had on her. She could never resist his charm.

“Hello, Lorenzo." She smiled coyly and held eye contact. That was another trick from Ingrid. ‘Everything could be read by the eyes. So, don’t ever look down or away.’

“Quite confident aren’t you today, Red? I thought you would be running out the door by now. But no, I guess not.”

Evie shook her head. "I'm not running anywhere, Lorenzo. Trust me. You have my full attention."

Lorenzo smiled. "Good. Then let’s get to work. I hired you for a reason, after all.”

If it was up to Lorenzo, he did have her that very right there. He wanted her badly and could barely stand it. But Evie was just beginning her little game. This wasn’t just a one-night affair.

Maybe she was part of Club X. A whore like Violetta had said. Yes, Lorenzo might have paid only ‘heaven-knew-how-much’ but she was still going to make him work for it.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Lorenzo. Is your dick already hard? I can see it by looking at you. I hope so, otherwise your bank account will suffer.”

Lorenzo smirked and pulled her close to him. "Don't say things like that. We need to maintain our professionalism, you know."

Evie grabbed his face and brought it close to hers. Lorenzo jumped at her touch. He wasn’t expecting her to be so bold. Where was the scared girl who ran away the last time? Why was he the one chasing after her right now?

Whatever happened to that shy girl who hid couldn’t even look at him in the VIP?

Evie leaned in and kissed him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his soft lips against hers. Then she pulled away and took a step back.

“Well, that was nice," she whispered.

Lorenzo smiled and winked at her. "You’re driving me crazy, Red. Can we continue this somewhere more private?"

“But I want to dance,” she pouted. Turning her back towards him. He watched as her hips swayed back and forth as she walked to the middle of the floor. "How about I take you to somewhere special? We could dance there," he chuckled.

Evie looked at him with a smirk. “Why? Are you too bad at dancing that you want to do with without anyone else seeing? You know I heard you’re a bit of a show off but right now, all I see is a little chicken who is scared of giving a girl what she deserves