Billionaire's Revenge (7 page)

His mocking look took in the anger within her
. 
“Tonight we have a gala...
I am sure that you will meet lots of your family’s friends
.  So I will
expect you dressed and looking the part by nine o’clock
”
With
that he
flipped the intercom switch informing his secretary to send in Miss Woods.
 

The da
y
had
been hectic with Sara being shunted along to
a designer boutique
, where she
tried on
expensive dresses
,
one after another
,
each more beautiful than the
last, along with the suitable underwear for each.  Rachel Woods, a plump but kindly woman in her late twenties
nodded or
sh
ook
her head as each outfit was modelled
, before choosing the final dress for that
evening
.  Sara
liked the woman, chatty and friendly
,
her vivacious nature and
sense
of humour making the whole ordeal bearable for her.  After the whirlwind shopping trip she was
whisked away to a salon
-
Darius’ parting words still ringing painfully in her ear
s
as he
lifted a strand of her long hair telling
Rachel
to
“
do so
mething with it
”
, the
tone of his voice making her wish the ground would swallow her whole. 
Rachel however, was
so kind
,
telling her how lucky she was t
o have such a figure and bone structure and that she knew just the right people to make her shine.

Looking in the mirror after her hair
was
cut and
dried
;
Sara
had
to admit that she did indeed look amazing.  Her long straight hair
had
been layered
and styled to fall better around her face
.  T
he stylist
gave
her bangs for the first time in her life, the effect showing off her fine features and highlighting her large eyes, while stopping it from falling over her face.  With a wide smile, she nodded as
Rachel
enthused as to how good she looked
,
asking if she too loved it. 

Next her
fingerna
ils and toe
nails
were
shaped and painted
,
Sara finding that she was enjoying the pampering, not normally something she either
had
the time o
r
money for.  A makeup artist
show
ed her some easy techniques for applying light and more dramatic makeup, before applying her look for that night with information from Rachel with regard to the dress she would be wearing.

At eight o’clock Rachel escorted her back to Darius’ suite, the secretary who was just leaving smiling admiringly at her as she
gave
her a sealed envelope directing her to a room where she could change for the evening.
  Ripping the envelope she pulled out the single sheet of paper,
holding it in her hand as she moved into the bedroom.  Her eyes admired the stunning room, the furnishings of the highest quality and the drapes and linen
s
in
creams and
gold’s
. 
Reading the note she scowled seeing the small list of instructions he
had
written
:

Meet me in the sitting area at 9 prompt

DO NOT BE LATE

Gritting her teeth
,
she
crumpled
up the note, cursing him under her breath. 
Moving to the en-suite bathroom she stepped under the shower, careful not to mess up her make-up or hair, enjoying the pummeling of the power shower as it brought life back to her tired body, sighing at how exhausting shopping could be.

She
decided to wear her hair up again, using some of the clips that
Rachel
bought
specially for the
outfit to secure
it high on her head
in a playful knot, the effect stunning and chic, Sara impressed with her own e
fforts.
 
Next she put on the silken lingerie
also bought for the dress
,
giving a soft moan at how sensual the
material
felt against her skin
.  She was
not used to wearing such luxurious lingerie, the bra pulling her cleavage together, her eyes opening wide at the way she looked in the skimpy outfit, surprised at how sexy the soft material
made her feel
. 

With
ten minutes left she
pulled on the dress, a soft blue almost silver
outfit
with a fitted bodice and love-heart neckline, her figure shown so well as the skirt
softly flared out.  Pulling on th
e delicate open-toed
sandals
and grabbing the matching bag and wrap she
moved from
the room with only seconds to spare.
 
Darius
was
waiting for her, his head
turned
as she moved quickly towards him, his eyes
staring at the woman before him
, a slow smile spreading over his face.
 
“So much better than the Sara that walked in here this morning”
,
moving closer and prowling around her as she stood still for his perusal, taking in everything about her change
.

“Love the hair”
P
l
easure fill
ed
Sara at his praise, though she
gave
him a scornful look
,
not prepared to show the way his approval filled her with a strange happiness, chastising herself for her own reaction, her voice more caustic than she meant
. 
“Well you did tell
Rachel
to do something with ‘this’”
,
her finger flicking her bangs as he
gave
a
humorous
smile
. 
“And I am very glad to see that you are taking the obedience rule to heart”
, l
aughing as she
threw
him a shrivelling look.
  With that they move
d from the suite, a limousine meeting them at the
entrance
to the hotel whisking them quickly away.

The car
did
not
have
far to travel, the event a launch of a new movie, Sara staring in open-eyed surprise at the many stars all walking the red carpet.  As they
took
their turn to e
nter the hall
,
many of the paparazzi
snapped pictures of the two of them, Darius pulling her in closer, stamping his ownership of her for all
to
clearly see.  After the screen showing, all of the guests moved into the large hall where
food
and drink
s were served by waiters who moved around the crowd taking and dispensing orders.  Sara
felt out of her depth, so nervous of the many famous faces she was meeting, Darius seeming
completely relaxed and
un
fazed
by the prestigious crowd.  With a small
half-
sigh she realised that he would be.  He was after all, one of them.

As the two
mingled
around the different groups
,
he
took
great pleasure in introducing her as his companion for his time in the city, the implied relationship making some cough wit
h disapproval, Sara gritting her teeth not to rise to his words.
 
Finally however he
leant in to whisper gently in her ear
. 
Time to go...I don’t want either of us being too tired for the main event of the evening”

Sara almost dropped
her glass with the reminder of what was to come, realising that she
hoped he would be too tired to really do anything, his words dashing that hope as the two of them once more made their way back to
their
car.
 
In the luxurious interior of the
limousine
he
sat back
,
ignoring Sara who
slid over to the opposite side of the car
,
staring unseeingly out of the window, her nerves now making her stomach tense into a clenched ball.

Closing her eyes she
knew
that despite the fact they
had
made a deal
,
part of her still hoped for something
-
anything
-
to intervene and free he
r from her promise.
  Still with nothing spoken between the two they
again moved back up the elevator to the penthouse, Darius letting them both in.

Standing so unsure what to do next, his voice made her start, his tone soft.
 
“Go to the spare room and
put on the clothes that have been left there for you
”
Sara
stared at him
. 
“C
...
clothes
?
”
her voice confused as he pointed to the room at the other end of the suite.
 
“When you are ready join me in my bedroom”

Sara hated the way his voice
remained so calm, so in control, while every part of her shook, her steps faltering as she made her way to the room indicated
.  Inside she dropped onto the bed, her body shaking knowing that it was finally
payback
time.  Taking a deep breath
,
steadying herself she
looked at what lay beside her.
 
The lingerie was exquisite, made of the finest silk
.  B
lack and partially
see-through
,
she
lifted it allowing the material to slip sensually through her
fingers before letting it fall back onto the bed
. 
Swallowing nervously s
he removed her dress, taking her time to hang it up, a delay tactic she knew, as her eyes kept returning to the lingerie on the bed
- a
n outfit for seduction. 

Removing the rest of her clothing
,
she pulled on the teddy shocked at how little of her it actually covered, the small string at the back allowing her perfect bottom to be seen.  She then rolled on the stockings which matched the
lingerie before slipping her feet into the black
stiletto
shoes.  Peering at herself from all angles she
gulped at the sexy image she portrayed, something deep within her jumping at the thought of Darius seeing her like
this
, her mind once more going back to the way they
kissed earlier. 
Her failed marriage
l
eft Sara wondering what her friends talked about when they would describe their husbands and lovers, her ex Nigel having left her cold and unfulfilled in bed.  However, after only seconds in Darius’ arms she understood, her body almost fizzling every
time he would touch her, her resolve to hold back from him earlier that afternoon melting like snow in the desert. 

Finally ready
,
she
wondered if he
had
chosen the outfit himself, the thought sending a strange tremor through h
er as taking another
deep settl
ing breath she
moved from the room reaching his
and
gently knock
ing
on
the door.

“C
ome
”
His
voice
once more
saw
her start to shake as she opened the door
, stepping into the dimly lit room, leaning against the door for support as her eyes landed on him. Darius moved towards her - Sara’s eyes opening wide seeing as he wore only silken pyjama bottoms, his chest bare.  Her eyes drank in the well-toned shoulders leading down to slim hips, his stomach
sculpted
,
feeling the flush and the way her pulse star
t
ed to race so alarmingly.