ENRIQUE
Focusing on the job at hand was turning out to be extremely difficult with Elizabeth sitting beside me in the sexiest red dress I had ever seen. My jaw had nearly dropped when I saw her standing in front of the mirror. I could see curves in places I didn't even know she had, and I wondered why on earth she would hide all of this underneath those jeans and t-shirts she always wore.
I tried to concentrate on the road ahead but my eyes which had a mind of their own always found their way back to her full breasts. The sight of her cleavages drove me crazy and I knew that if I continued to stare at her this way, before long all I would want to do would be ripping off that dress and ravishing every bit of her. Silently, I cursed myself for picking that dress. It was obviously the dress making her look this desirable and nothing else. All I needed was to chill out and focus on our first 'date'.
As I neared parked at the entrance of the country club, I could see the familiar trucks and vans of the paparazzi disguised at regular cars, waiting. They would jump at any chance to get new, juicy gossip, or a chance to rekindle old ones. Which was exactly what I needed. I could see Elizabeth's worried features as I killed the engine and walked over to help her out of the car. Of course, she wasn't used to the attention, how could I forget? But what was the need to pretend like she didn't like the fact that she was going to appear on television. I tried not to let my irritation show and I put on my best smile and helped her out of the car.
I placed one hand gently on her waist, just a little above her ass, and pulled her close to me. Not too close to look questionable, but just close enough.
"Smile," I ordered as I nipped her ear affectionately, watching her conceal her surprise and force a smile. As if on cue, the paparazzi launched forward as they sighted us, the clicking sound and the lights of their cameras going off blinding us for a while.
Good. Step one was complete.
Now for step two. I took the route that would take me past the table I knew Mother and her friends always sat in. I could not help the disappointment that washed over me when I saw Mother's chair empty. My fists clenched and I felt Elizabeth flinch from my touch making me realize I had been gripping her waist tightly. But I couldn't care less.
"Enrique?" I heard one of them call out. Forcing a smile, I faced them, and I nearly cried out in relief when I saw that it was none other that Mrs Covel. She was a gossip mill, just what I needed. I realized that it would be more believable if Mother heard the rumors about me bringing a woman to be club.
"Mrs Covel," I greeted, stretching out my hand to take hers and planting a small kiss on it. After the usual pleasantries, she eyed Elizabeth, approval visible in her eyes as her eyes raked the red dress.
"Who's your company?" She finally asked.
I glanced at Elizabeth, making sure to stare a tiny bit longer than usual. "This is my friend Elizabeth."
Elizabeth nodded and gave a small smile, just like I had told her to. Excellent. Quickly, I replaced my hold on Elizabeth's waist, not wanting them to converse with her further. I knew that would only increase her curiousity. I gently whisked her away to the private dining area.
"We'll take a seat there," I gestured to a chair on the roof. It would make for a better view for the paparazzi.
She followed my orders without a word but i could see the rage begining to materialize on her face. Still she said nothing, only plastered on the fake smile.
"Why did you do that?" She finally spoke up after a few long moments. From the coldness in her voice I could tell she was really hurt about whatever it was.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"I am not your property," She snapped, her voice low and eyes calm. "So don't think you can drag me around or push me around like some kind of thing that's there for your entertainment."
I glared at her, trying not to let my annoyance show. There would be cameras everywhere and I didn't want to risk it. I wonder why on earth she kept on repeating herself. They were here for me, not here. "From the moment your father exchanged you in place of my money, you automatically became my property. And nothing you say will ever change that. So I advise that you keep your mouth shut and do the job you were hired for."
As she parted her lips to reply, a couple walked into the dining area. So she faced away, her eyes trained into discreet.
After a long day of trying to keep up with the pretense, it was finally over. Elizabeth looked up at me when I informed her that I wouldn't be spending the night at the penthouse. I needed to be at my parents place, just in case Mother decided to ask about today. She only nodded, making her way into the house. She looked exhausted. And I couldn't understand why. Today would have been a dream come true for most women so it puzzled me. But I didn't ask any questions. I swallowed as I saw her round ass bounce as she retreated into the house, not bothering to pull down the dress. For a minute i toyed with the idea of following her inside. She was simply irresistible. But I stopped myself. In times like this when I wasn't thinking straight, what I needed was to hang out with guys, drink, talk and maybe a good, hard fuck. And that was what I was going to get.