Darius only meant to kiss her, to show her who was in control, but her reaction was mind-blowing and suddenly her idea of sex on the desk was one which held a great deal of appeal to him. Flipping her around he moved her to the wooden surface, Sara with him every step of the way as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground, his hands moving to cup her buttocks, lifting her onto the edge of the shining desk, both almost frantic in their need for the other.
“Sir, Miss Woods is here” The voice over the intercom pushed its way through to both of their befuddled minds, both freezing instantly, Darius in frustration and Sara in mortified disbelief. Reaching over her, his head against her cheek he flipped the switch, his voice husky, “Please ask her to wait for one moment”, before he pulled himself up, retrieving his jacket and pulling it back on. Standing with his back to her for a few moments, he seemed to pull himself together before turning once more to face the bemused and stunned Sara.
“Well that answers that then”, his eyes still filled with the smouldering heat which passed between them. She was only able to stare back at him, not even aware of what the question had been, but instinctively knowing that to ask would be dangerous. Her hair mussed and lips larger and redder than before, she slid from the desk on legs which shook, her eyes avoiding meeting his as she tried to fix her hair with hands that trembled.
“I...I will need to go home and pick up my clothes” she finally managed, her voice higher than normal as she fought to bring her tattered emotions under control. His laugh saw her frown, her eyes finally flying to his. “I don’t think so. If what you are wearing is your ‘normal’ choice then you need a new wardrobe. I am very particular about whom I am seen with Sara...and you need a makeover” She felt herself flush as he spoke, anger replacing the fire in her eyes.
“Well unfortunately I am a little short of funds right now Darius...so like I said before...deal with it” The twitching of his lips at her defiance only made her madder as he moved back over to the intercom. “I would of course not expect you to pay, so I have engaged a consultant to work with you today – I expected that she would be required to tweak your wardrobe...but it looks like she will have her work cut out. She will ensure that you look good and have the right clothes. She has a list of everything that you will need...the priority being a suitable cocktail dress”
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 day 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 shook 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 ears as he lifted a strand of her long hair telling Rachel to “do something 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 to 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. The 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 fingernails and toenails were shaped and painted, Sara finding that she was enjoying the pampering, not normally something she either had the time or money for. A makeup artist showed 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 linens in creams and gold’s. Reading the note she scowled seeing the small list of instructions he had written: