“I am so sorry, I didn’t even stop to think that someone was behind me, I’ll get you a towel, hang on a second.”
“Never mind that Alexis, it’s fine.”
“Mr Clark, I’ll get you a wet cloth.” The bubbly attendant glared at me like she was about to pounce over the counter and scratch my eyes out.
“No Stacey, that’s quite alright, Alexis and I will have to change.” With that, this sexy beast of a man, gently, yet with complete command and control grabbed me by the arm and directed me out of the café. After what seemed like only seconds, I snapped out of my stunned state, stopped in my tracks and gently shrugged out of his grasp.
“I’m sorry, who are you and how do you know my name?” He looked somewhat amused and placed his hand on the small of my back which sent currents right up and down my spine.
“Ms Summers, your name is on your ID tag pinned to that soaking blouse of yours and I am Bryce Clark, your employer.” Oh Shit, Crap, Balls. What have I done? What I had done is spill my drink over my boss before I had even started my first shift. Great start to the rest of your life Alexis, you Idiot.
“I don’t know about you Ms Summers but I don’t like to wear hot chocolate to work.”
“No, I don’t blame you.” Crap my mind started to race, I don’t have any spare clothes, and I certainly don’t have a spare pair of trousers or shirt for Bryce, I mean Mr Clark.
“Come with me,” and he applied pressure to my back, ushering me forward.
Before I knew it we were in front of Versace.
“After you, Ms Summers.” He directed me into the glamorous store and I was dazed by the gorgeous dresses, suits, shoes and handbags that were on display around us, I had never been into such a prestigious shop and felt very uncomfortable. Bryce approached the lady behind the counter, she had an aura of sophistication and was a naturally beautiful brunette with flawless skin.
“Clarissa, Ms Summers and I had a bit of an accident with a hot chocolate, I’ll need a suit and Alexis will need something suitable for the Hotel’s Front Office.”
“Right away Sir, follow me.” Clarissa led Bryce and I into the change rooms, they were very extravagant, a large circular room with the change areas circling the outside. It was also elegantly decorated, with rich brown carpet and seats covered in a deep blue and gold fabric.
“If you’d like to go in here Ms Summers I will be back in just a minute with a beautiful day dress, which should be just what you need and Mr Clark if you’d like to go in there, I will be back with your replacement.” Clarissa gracefully left the room.
“Mr Clark, I really don’t think I need a new dress, I mean really my blouse isn’t too bad, I can just wear my Blazer over the top.” He was at my curtain holding a lovely black wrap dress which looked very smart, the material was silky and definitely something I would wear if I could afford it
“Alexis, please put on the dress, you are not wearing a blouse soaked in hot chocolate around my Hotel.” He handed me the dress and raised his eyebrows in a seductive glare that twisted my stomach, I took the dress and gave him a sheepish grin.
“Of course not, thank you.” He closed the curtain and at that point it hit me. OMG what was I doing here in Versace holding a…..Shit a $2,000.00 dress? and to top it off my boss was so Fucking Hot. I fanned my face with my hand and nearly stumbled into the wall, he is the most glorious looking man I have ever seen with his clean cut, dark blonde hair, chiselled cheek bones and jaw line and the most alluring blue eyes imaginable. I could have sworn he was flirting with me? Surely not, why would he be flirting with me? Alexis Summers, 35 year old mother of two and married, yes happily married to Rick Summers, my childhood sweetheart. I shook my head, no I’m imagining it and with that I stripped off my damp blouse and skirt, put on the dress and stood there looking in the mirror. I didn’t always recognise myself, it wasn’t that long ago I was a size 16 and very plump in all the wrong places. I had always struggled with my weight and after giving birth twice had stacked on a horrible 20kg. I found out recently that I had Fructose Malabsorption, I was finally put on a diet that didn’t make me horribly ill and with a lot of exercise I had reached a weight and body shape I was happy with. This dress suited me, I could honestly say I loved it, except I couldn’t get the zipper up.
“Um, Clarissa would you mind giving me a hand?”
“Is everything alright Alexis?” It was Bryce.
“Um yes, I just need a little help with the zip, is Clarissa there?”
“No, I’ll help you.” He moved the curtain aside and eyed me from top to toe, I think my face resembled a beetroot, I turned, baring my back to him, I was terribly embarrassed but also shocked by his brazenness. I anticipated his touch, my skin was buzzing with expectations, he gently grasped the zip and with his other hand placed just above my bra strap began to pull the zip up, slowly, very slowly. Oh shit, I shouldn’t be feeling this. I’m a married woman. I think I flinched and I think he noticed.