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CHAPTER FIVE
I was already fifteen grand richer when I showed up at his house at exactly the designated time on Friday.The man had kept his word and paid me half up front.
I still couldn’t quite believe it.
I’d been instructed by one of his lackeys to bring my I.D., the case full of new cosmetics I’d received, and nothing else. He would provide the rest.
The stylist that’d had me try on gowns greeted me at the door, took the case of cosmetics out of my hands, and led me back to the infamous dressing room from the day before.
There was no sign of Kashnikov but there was a small team of women that dressed, accessorized me, applied my makeup, and made up my hair.
No one said much, and I was nervous and withdrawn, so I let them work on me in silence.
I felt like a different woman when they were finished with me.
My hair was curled into soft, silky waves, my makeup artfully natural.I was wearing a little white dress with a high neck and no back.It was fitted, but the sheer material was stretchy over a more opaque shell.It was sexy, outlining every outrageous curve, but still somehow managed to be classy.
Shiny red platform stilettos brought the ensemble from hot to scorching, and added a nice contrast with the white dress and my tan skin.
I looked like a rich man’s expensive plaything, and I imagined that’s exactly how I was supposed to look.
After what had happened the day before, it wasn’t far off from the truth.
When the stylists were finished with me, I was left waiting in the entryway of the mansion, holding a small black and white Fendi bag, and my new, baby blue makeup case.When I heard a loud car pull up, I glanced outside.An F-Type Jaguar was idling out front, and as I swung the door open, Kashnikov unfolded his massive form from the low sports car.
He looked good enough to eat in a well-tailored, light gray suit, dark gray dress shirt, and crimson tie.
He didn’t smile.His eyes roamed over me with spectacular detachment.“You look perfect.Expensive things suit you, though I can’t say I like it more than the G-string and platforms you were wearing the first time I met you.”
He came around the car, opening the passenger door for me like I was a lady, and he was a gentleman.
I sent him a searching look as I got in the car.I never knew what to expect from him, but just then he seemed particularly distant.
“I feel like I’m forgetting something,” I said, fidgeting with my new bags as he started pulling out of the drive.
“Do you have your phone?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Your new makeup?” he asked.
I held up the cosmetic case.
He just nodded, not looking at me.“Then there’s nothing else you need.I took care of everything else.
He was being gravely courteous, but I could tell that he was in the mood for silence, so I pulled out my phone and started playing with it, texting my sister to check in, texting my work friend Paula back.She wanted to know when I was working again, and I responded that I was taking a few days off.
I’d resorted to playing Candy Crush when he startled me by gripping a hand over my thigh.
I looked at him.His eyes were on the road.Only his hand let me know he even noticed I was there.
I went back to my phone.
“Pull up your skirt,” he said quietly, startling me.
I glanced out the window, my breath coming short.We were on the outskirts of town, buildings already turning to desert.
“Just a little,” he cajoled.“I want to feel your silky thigh under my hand.”
