Chapter 6

A knock comes up at the door, I tilt my head towards it from my bed where I was having a good rest. It's the delivery agent, a woman in her thirties has a large pack of boutique bags with her. I sigh with slight joy, I'm not even sure if what he ordered for me would be my taste. I glance at my phone screen, a gasp escapes my mouth. It's 6:18 PM. What a fuck! I can remember that Adrian made it mean like the delivery will arrive in the afternoon. I'm sure he wants to give no chance for rejection.

I pull open the door. "Come inside." 

"Thanks ma'am." 

"Are you the delivery woman Mr Cameron sent?" 

"Yes but I'm working for him." 

"What do you mean?" I thought she was from the supermarket where these were ordered from.

"I'm the stylist and makeup artist employed for you." 

"Really?" My jaw drops. What's the need of a stylist for me? Why would he waste his money on this? "Adrian employed you?" 

"Mr Cameron?" She corrects.

"Oh sorry, Mr Cameron?"

"Yes, he employed me last week to begin my work today. Shall we go in?" 

"To where?" 

"He instructs me to have you put the dress up and prepare you for the dinner party." 

"Now? I thought it's gonna take place by 8 PM." 

"Yes it is but he's leaving at exactly 7 PM. It's a long way to the venue." 

"Oh! What's your name?" 

"I'm Cara." 

"And I'm Estella, you can call me that." 

"I wouldn't be able to take such liberties, my boss would get angry if he should know." 

"Oh!" 

I follow her downstairs to the studio where she tells me the make up would take place. I set my feet on the studio, it's all glass, the floor with a soft artificial green grass, and a large mirror is attached to the wall before the seat I'll sit on. 

"We're going to make you up now." 

"You and who?" 

"My assistant, she's Ivanca." As she is talking, a young lady in her twenties I think walks up to us from inside. 

"Is she the one?" 

"Yes," Cara snaps. 

'Hi Ivanca," I wave at her with a smile.

"Hi ma'am. You're welcome here." 

"Thanks. Were both of you employed on the same day?" I ask them.

"Yes," she responds.

The make up box is brought up and in no second, the session begins. 

"Mr Cameron asked us to make you into a beautiful goddess." Cara whispers into my ear with a smile. I can't afford but to blush, aside from this, I'm very enthusiastic about making up, I love elegance. This consumes a few minutes, from the way I see how they do things, they are really experts. After this, I'm taken to the dressing room where the gown is brought out. I frown upon seeing it. 

"Is this what he ordered for me?" 

"What's wrong with it?" Ivanca asks with disappointment on her face. 

"It's too revealing." This is actually how it is but a shining gold lace transparent in the sides of my hips, my entire cleavage and it has strip hands, like a rope. Cara smiles nervously. 

"Don't you wear clothes like this? I see you as a classic girl." 

"I don't." 

"We are sorry, we didn't buy it, it's what your boss ordered for you and you have to wear it. You know he paid you for this?" 

"Hmmm," I sigh. "Well, I'll put it on." I decide to compromise because this is what I'm paid for, sex and escort. I can't decide for myself on what I want to wear for an escort. He desires me to be the sexy goddess accompanying an equally hot billionaire who fits more into a model, a sexy model on the cover of a magazine. More shocking is that I'm not allowed to put on a bra or panties with this to make the gown which is see-through at the sides perfect. I slide into heel black slippers, my hair is brushed into a bone straight, resting on my back. 

"You're gonna match your dressing with this purse." Cara hands me a gold purse, same texture with my gown to me. Both are glowing like diamonds. I turn around before the mirror, I'm now the perfect goddess of sex he wanted me to be. I love the way I look although it's the sexiest I've ever dreamt. I take gentle strides where my boobs and ass sway in their position, the strong texture of this gown makes it not too insane as it would be if I had to walk braless and pantless in a light material. Though I want money, I still have etiquette in me. 

The time is 7:15 PM. Adrian appears at the door of the studio to take me off. I'm surprised to meet him. I thought I would have to walk to the car by myself or he'd send someone to lead me. 

I see his lips curve into a lustful grin. I tighten my face a bit, proving to be serious. "You look so gorgeous, sexy and perfect, like a perfect model." 

"Thanks," I mutter. He stretches forth his hand and I take hold of it without even a single smile. He looks surprised but tries not to show it, I detect this from the statement he makes next.

"Your disposition doesn't fit this job, try to act more sexy, let it match the way you look. Be a good actress, that's what I need in an escort." 

"Oh! Okay." I smile seductively, I see his face glow with satisfaction. "Why did you have to come all the way here instead of sending someone to come pick me up?"

"Anything wrong with that?" 

"Yes, we aren't lovers in private. You remember I'm your staff, and you're my boss." No matter how much I hate to admit it, I still have to and he has failed as a billionaire CEO. They don't show any bit of simplicity, they are always aloof and cocky like the whole world belongs to them, only few of them are truly concerned about people's plight and emotionally intimate. I would most certainly appreciate this second class but the person who is portraying it is my worst enemy. I feel he's trying to make a fool of me or capture my heart for the second time, then he breaks it upon achieving what he wants. Trust. 

"Let's go into the car, I don't want to be late. Can we talk in the car?" 

"About what?" 

"You don't need to know." He cuts me off suddenly leaving me at a point of suspense. He gently leads me by the wrist to the golden elevator, his special one because I never used this when I came here and I never saw anyone step inside here when Luke took me into this estate. 

The cold evening air soothes me, adding to the adventure set before us. This is the first time I'm doing an escort service but I'm good at acting, at pretending appropriately which is exactly what I'll input into my work to make people think I'm Adrian's girlfriend because he stated that he wanted his escort to be like his girlfriend. He wants people to think that I'm his girlfriend.