The driver arrived ten minutes before the appointed time. Angela put on her heels and checked herself on the mirror for the last time. Her white dress was all she could think to be appropriate for the moment to wear. It has a low neckline that drops dramatically just above her cleavage. The sleeves were short just few inches below her shoulders. The cut at the front flattered her shapely breasts that were not too small nor too big, its just enough for her slim figure. The narrow hips hugged her small waist that drops dramatically into a bellowing skirt that reached just above her knee. Angela did not notice how the dress revealed her true form without overdoing her figure.
The door was already opened for her and she climbed inside the car feeling agitated.
Since coming home yesterday, she had not a moment of peace while she thought of the man's handsome face. He occupied most of her head as she could not help thinking about him.
Angela reached for the folder where the contract was safely kept. The first thing that comes to her mind was a movie about a rich man making a contract. Was it Christian Grey?
She wished she hadn't agreed to this deal but she could not backed away now. She had given her word and besides she needed the money
The drive was made in complete silence. She expected to be taken to the cottage by the hill but she was mistaken. Instead, she noticed the appearance of the sea as the car made its way to the dock. She remembered the sailboat yesterday. So it seemed he is taking her to his sailboat.
The car stopped in front of an open tent by the dock. The driver told her to be comfortable in the tent while he checks on his boss. Angela stood looking at the sea instead.
The slapping of the waves on the docks broken by the occasional hooting of a distant bird calmed her raging nerves. The dock must be private and owned by the man for there was no other sailboat within the vast expanse of the dock.
"You can climb aboard now mam. Boss is waiting."
Careful not to trip and land on her face then embarrassed herself, Angela focused on her steps. The gentle swaying on the sailboat put her out of balance for a moment.
It didn't take her long to get her sea legs. She made confident steps towards the gully where the man was waiting for her.
He was sitting on the chair by the table looking so self assured and confident.
"Sit." He motioned for her to sit in front of him.
Angela grab the chair in front of him and gingerly placed the folder where she kept the contract on top of the table then seated herself.
"I presumed you understood the contract.". He immediately asked her not to waste any more time.
"Yes." Angela answered. Her throat suddenly became dry and parched. "But I need to add a clause." She pointed out hurriedly.
"Of course. Which part your clause would be?" He asked dryly as if he did not trust her to make the right choices.
"The sex part."