I walk out of the shop waving goodbye to Amelia, who gave me her number so that I could call her in case I needed a dress soon.
I gladly took it though curious, my boss is leaning against the car phone in hand and shades on.I stare for a moment then snap out of it, he sees me approach and opens the door for me. "Twice in one day, I must be lucky." I joke.A muscle on his cheek twitches but he tries to hide it, "Mayhaps." I looks inside the car shaking my head, a bag with the signature Chanel brand on it.I look at my boss, who looks at me back, intensely. Waiting for me to argue, I sigh and enter the car silently, telling myself to just shut up.*~*~*~*"How's it coming up?" I look up and see Nic leaning on the door frame."Finally done, just adding the finishing touches." I mutter typing in the last sentence I need.Saving the edit, I hit print and let the printer do it's job. He enters and leaves a couple of"Check, check, check and check." I look around and the almost finished gala decor.Mr Grey was right, today was a very busy day for me. Right now everything looks great, an hour before this officially starts the appetizers will be arriving and that's all that's left.Except for me, who is still is in her overalls because I didn't want to get dressy when all I'd be doing is running around like a lost dog.Like he read my mind, I recieve a call for my boss. "Outside." I look for Luke and hand him the clipboard to finish off whatever isn't ready and grab my bag before going outside.As always, he's leaning against the car, his phone in hand. "A little early don't you think?" I ask making him look up at me.His eyes go over my body, "Clearly not. We have a lot of work to do." He smirks when he gets a reaction out of me."Funny." I deadpan, he smiles once again making me smile then he opens the door for me.It's six thirty p.
I gaze outside in shock, I know the Grey gala has been a hot topic for the last two weeks but I didn't expect there to be a red carpet and dozens of paparazzi.Mr Grey exits the car and rounds behind then opens my door, the minute I step out I'm blinded by the flashes of cameras.Mr Grey's arm slips around my waist and pushes me very close to him, his scent wafts around me and the best radiating off him protects me against the cold of the night.We begin to walk, the flashes continue and questions begin to be thrown at my boss."Mr Grey who is accompanying you today?!""Will she be like the other models?!""Will your–"The questions end once we enter the two doors, I smile immediately at the lack of noise and bright lights.I am grateful when I see that everything is perfect, the hall is filled with many people, a lot of celebrities, many known businessmen and women, waiters walk around with trays of drinks and appetizers.Low murmurs and arr
I wipe the edge of my lips to rid my mouth of any remaining food, Nic stands up and comes to my side offering his hand."Would you care to dance Miss Clarkson?" He smiles winking, I laugh shaking my head and take his hand."I don't see why not Mr Rimini." I throw back, he returns the laugh and helps me up.He leads us to the area where there's more than enough space for most of us to dance, his hand rests just above my lower back and mine on his shoulder and our hands linked.We sway left and right to the music, "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" He asks after a few seconds.I look up for a second, "I don't think so. How can that be?" I ask just as he twirls me."I guess I was too speechless to even try and I apologise. You look absolutely beautiful Miss Clarkson." He changes his accent into a British one on the last statement.I laugh throwing my head back, "Dare I say the same about you Mr Rimini." I smile, he returns the smile pulling me
The moment the design of this car was released I fell in love with it and when it came out I learnt everything I could about it hoping to one day get the opportunity to drive it, there is no way I'm crashing it."Address?" I ask, he gives me a look for a second."Hotel on Broadway and seventh." I nod my head, of course he lives in one of his hotels.I start the car and grin like the madwoman I am when I feel and hear the engine roar to life, I almost want to giggle and squeal like a little girl."Can I get this car as a new year bonus?" I try my luck, he gives me a look that says it all making me laugh.Joining the rest of the cars in the road, I start of slow and safe, a part of me scared that I might actually crash."This can't be all you have Rosaleigh." My eyes widen slightly as I throw a quick glance at him.He's never called me by name, and I hate to admit that I like the way it sounds rolling out of his lips. He should call me by my name more.
I freeze for a second, his arm around my waist tightens and his hand goes frok my cheek to th back of my neck, urging me forward, urging me to kiss him back.Here we go, highly inappropriate if you ask me but I'll let it continue until his cellphone rings or you break something.I ignore the voice in my head and focus more on his lips moving roughly against mine, I move my lips against his at a much slower pace but soon I return the same pace.By now the dress is halfway way to pooling around my legs, his hand leaves my neck and trails down every curve of my body.He takes a step back into his room, I shrug my dress down and jump over it following him in. He closes the door by pushing me against it, I hiss lowly in his mouth.His mouth leaves mine and starts leaving quick kisses along my jawline and neck, I moan when he sucks on the V of my collarbone, my hands move up his back feeling every pull of his muscles to his silky hair.
This last month has been busier than when I was busy with the gala, never ending meetings, tv interviews, filings, conferences etc.I've literally been arriving home at nine p.m if it's was a normal day but if not I'm lucky enough to even get an hour of sleep.I don't know what changed but something has changed.Jared and I have kept in touch and because of the guilt that I carry for some reason, I've been trying to help him get his job back.Which is what I'm doing right now instead of eating my lunch, I finish off the last of the recordings and head to my boss's office.The second I enter, smoke invades my lungs. I cough roughly and rush to the window to open it up and get a breath of fresh air.I set the files down and head to his desk, emptying out the third ashtray for this day I notice the already empty box of cigarettes in the bin.Did I forget to mention that he smokes like hell when he's stressed, two to three p
"You have a question." My boss speaks up, I look up at him like a deer caught in headlights.For a few minutes we just looked at the ocean in silence then he called for someone to bring blankets and cushions and a speaker up here, then we just ate in silence but my mind has been running around like crazy."It's probably inappropriate." I brush it off taking some more fried chicken and rice into my mouth."You can ask me anything, and I'll be the judge of it." He states, taking a sip of his water.I take in a deep breath, "Why do you hate your father?" I ask upfront, he visibly tenses.Maybe I shouldn't have asked, "You don't have to answer the question." I add nervously but deep down I really want to know."You know I was eighteen when I took over the business, it wasn't supposed to be my duty but rather my older brother." He starts off.Jason Grey. I've only ever seen one picture of him and that was when it was said he was to take over until there was n
He tantalizingly pulls the lip out from between my teeth and pulls it, he's so focused, like he's hypnotized.Here we go again.I cup his cheek and find a way to straddle him, making it hard to ignore the hardness between my thighs.Closing my eyes, I lean in to kiss him and just as our lips are about to touch, a drop of water falls between them.I snap out of it and look up at the sky, the stars are now concealed behind a dark cloud. Another drop falls on my forehead and soon a lot more follow, we both hurry up to our stuff and rush to the door.I fall into a fit of giggles looking at how wet Mr Grey is, he almost looks mad at the rain.Thankfully we aren't that wet, "What about the blankets?" I ask wringing the water out of my hair."Someone will take care of it, it's almost midnight. I should really get you home." He states, placing his surprisingly dry jacket around me.I'm slightly shivering from the cold but it's not like I predicted that I