Charity dinner

Talia’s POV

I was in my bedroom, working on an assignment when a knock came on the door.

Glancing at the time, I smiled as I deduced it was Niccolo.

Putting my MacBook away, I stood up and walked to the dresser to study my reflection in the mirror and was satisfied by what I saw.

“It's open,” I said, and this door creaked wide to reveal three women clad in black pants suits, with five large suitcases set in front of them.

“Good evening, Miss Wilson,” The tallest of them greeted. “My name is Rose. I am a professional stylist and am here to get you ready for tonight.”

“Hello, I am Eunice, a professional hair stylist, who will perform magic with your hair tonight,” The shortest woman among them beamed as I watched in surprise.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Wilson. My name is Michelle and I am your make-up artist for tonight,” The woman standing in the middle introduced herself.

“Oh, hello everyone, it's nice to meet you too,” I replied. “Although, I wasn't told you were coming.”

“Yes, Mr Gonzalez wanted to surprise you,” Eunice said. “He's a really nice man. He doesn't even want you stressing about the event.”

My lips warmed at their words as a sweet sensation filled my heart.

Leave it to Niccolo to seamlessly pull the most romantic moves, and make me fall deeper in love with him.

“Give me a minute please,” I said, before going to turn off my MacBook and grabbing my phone.

Thereafter, I sat on the chair in front of the dresser and opened my messaging app to send Niccolo a text, which read;

“Hi, Niccolo. The glam team is here. You always manage to sweep me off my feet.”

With that, I clicked send.

Fifteen minutes later as Michelle trimmed my eyebrows, my phone pinged with a text from him.

Beaming, I perused his response, which went thus;

You deserve the best things in life, Talia. I will be home in a hour, I have to wrap up this meeting. Sometimes, it sucks to be a CEO.”

I couldn't repress the giggle that left my lips as I re-read his response, although the fact that he hadn't called me “doll” made my heart pang with a weird feeling, which I ignored.

Reading a bad meaning into a sweet response from Niccolo simply because he didn't add a pet name was stupid of me.

So, I decided to flutter my eyes shut while Michelle and Eunice worked on my face and hair respectively, while Rose set-up some dresses on a rack in the back.

“And we are done,” Eunice announced, and I flapped my eyes open, gasping as I looked at the end result of my face and hair.

Eunice was right when she said she would perform magic with my hair, because never had it looked healthier and sleeker.

“You really are a magician,” I said, in complete awe of the neat choignon sitting at the back of my head.

The hair combined with the minimal yet ethereal make-up on my face, made me look elegant.

“I love this makeup style,” I uttered, and Michelle smiled. “It's so gorgeous and dewy and flawless.”

“We are glad you love our works, ma'am,” Michelle said, to which Eunice nodded in affirmation.

“Alright, it's time for you to pick a dress, ma'am,” Rose announced, and I stood up, my jaw slacked as I gazed at the five beautiful dresses on the rack.

Three of them were pink while one was black and the other burgundy, which I instantly fell in love with.

It was an off shoulder, mermaid dress, with a plunging neckline that gave off a bold and matured aura.

“I will take this one,” I said, pointing at it, and Rose clapped happily.

“This was exactly what I wanted you to chose and I'm so glad you did because it is so you,” She confessed. “You won't regret choosing it.”

In response, I just smiled and stepped out of my black sundress, so that I was now clad in nothing but my underwear.

With Rose's help, I got into the dress, smiling as I looked at myself in the mirror while she zipped up the dress.

She was right.

The dress fitted me perfectly, hugging every single one of my dips and curves.

“You look gorgeous, Miss Wilson,” Rose said. “I mean, it's almost as if the dress was made for you alone.”

Thereafter, she slipped a pair of diamond earrings into my ear before cuffing my left wrist with a silver bracelet, which was adorned with a giant burgundy stone at its center.

As for my shoes, she chose a pair of silver Chanel heels which paired with a silver clutch purse, brought the whole look together.

“Thank you so much for getting me ready,” I said, running my hands down my hips. “You really blew my mind away with your work.”

“We are glad to hear it, ma,” Michelle said. “So we will be on our way then. Hope you have fun with the event.”

“Thanks,” I said, to which she smiled before the three of them took their leave.

I was about to sit down when the door opened again, and Niccolo walked in looking dapper in a black three piece suit, with a black tie to match.

“You are perfect,” He said, and I grinned, elated by his compliment.

He seemed in complete awe as he leered at me.

“I know. I could say the same thing about you,” I replied.

“Shall we?” He asked, outstretching his hand, and I nodded before taking it.

Pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, Niccolo gazed into my eyes. “I have half a mind to bail out on the event and take you right here and now.”

“Let's go, you horndog,” I hufffed, pretending his words didn't have a sultry effect on me, that sent rivulets of arousal through me.

“Yes, milady.” He replied before we headed out to the garage, where we hopped into his Maserati.

Minutes later, we got to the event and I was utterly amazed by the exquisite decor of the magnificent hall.

Various opulently dressed men and women were sitting at their tables, dripping with sophisticated charisma that almost felt intimidating.

As if sensing my fears, Niccolo squeezed my waist lightly before guiding me to a table at the front.

“You cold-blooded rascal,” A man with a salt and pepper beard hugged Niccolo as I took my seat.

“Kevin Leonard,” Niccolo chuckled. “How has it been?”

“Good. It's so nice to see you again,” He said, averting his gaze to me. “Who is the gorgeous lady you came with?”

“Kevin, meet Talia,” Niccolo featured. “And Talia, meet Kevin, my longtime friend from college.”

For some reasons, the fact that he had only addressed me by my name, nothing more, made me feel weird, but I shoved the sensation aside.

I had no plans of ruining my own mood that evening with stupid observations.

“Oh, hello. Nice to meet you, Talia,” Kevin said, outstretching his hand.

“Same here,” I replied, as we shook hands.

Thereafter, we settled down at the table as the event began.

“Are you okay?” Niccolo asked, placing a hand on my thigh.

“Yes,”

“Okay,” He replied with a nod before withdrawing his hand from my thigh, almost causing me to let out a complaint-filled whine.

Without thinking, I leaned into him and whispered. “I'm so wet for you, Niccolo.”

Grey eyes glinting with fiery lust, Niccolo grabbed my hand.

“We need to leave. Something came up.” He told Kevin who darted us a concerned look.

“I hope it's not serious,”

“It is. We will talk later.” Niccolo replied, and without waiting for a further reply from Kevin, he dragged me out of the hall.