chapter 15

"Check, check, check and check." I look around and the almost finished gala decor.

Mr Grey was right, today was a very busy day for me. Right now everything looks great, an hour before this officially starts the appetizers will be arriving and that's all that's left.

Except for me, who is still is in her overalls because I didn't want to get dressy when all I'd be doing is running around like a lost dog.

Like he read my mind, I recieve a call for my boss. "Outside." I look for Luke and hand him the clipboard to finish off whatever isn't ready and grab my bag before going outside.

As always, he's leaning against the car, his phone in hand. "A little early don't you think?" I ask making him look up at me.

His eyes go over my body, "Clearly not. We have a lot of work to do." He smirks when he gets a reaction out of me.

"Funny." I deadpan, he smiles once again making me smile then he opens the door for me.

It's six thirty p.m so that means I have two and a half hours to get ready, I half expected my boss to drive me home and then leave but a part of me knew he would be taking me to some expert so I look perfect tonight.

In every magazine with every last GG, all his dates always looked like they just walked out of a Vogue magazine, which is true 'cause they have all been in Vogue because they are models.

But none of them have ever been seen with Grey twice, just that one day then they disappear out of his life.

We arrive at one of his hotels, he doesn't even check in but leads us straight to the elevator and presses the very last floor.

My guess. His penthouse, with every trip we've taken within the states we stayed at a hotel in his penthouses.

We reach the floor and as always, it's lavish and glamour. He leads me to a room where three women and one man stand.

"Chris." The man smiles and they share a manly hug.

"Xander."

Another thing I've learnt is that, all the people that I've met in some sense are close to him. Only business associates call him 'Grey' and anyone outside that his actual name.

"You sweetheart must be Rosaleigh." I smile as he pulls me into a hug almost crushing my ribcage.

"Como puedes ver, tienes mucho que trabajar, como te lo dije." I gasp and glare at my boss. *As you can see, you have a lot to work with, like I told you.*

"Puedo entenderte, ¿sabes?" I point out, "You are so mean." *I can understand you, you know*

The two males share a laugh, "Don't mind him, let's get you ready." He takes my hand and as he's about to fill me in on what's going to happen my boss speaks.

"Christoph? Simple understood?" Chris nods and leads me to the bathroom where a woman is waiting for me.

"Layla here will help you and then we'll start the process in an hour's time." Chris explains, Layla opens the tap letting hot water splash out.

I nod hesitantly, "And exactly what is she going to help me with?" I ask, looking for a little bit of clarity.

She can't be here to help me bathe.

Chris notices the look on my face, "Don't worry, she'll just take your preferences on oils and essentials then apply a facial mask and all that."

I release a breath I didn't know I was holding, Chris chuckles "Don't worry, I've been told you aren't like the others. But I'll just leave you two to do your girl things."

An hour later, my body smells like blueberries and roses and feels like heaven. I swear I did well by trusting Layla's word on essential oils.

My face has his natural glow to it thanks to the mask I had on for the first thirty minutes of my soak, then she left to let me take a bath.

Now I've freshly lathered in lotion and dressed in a new thong, I didn't even bother asking who bought it to save myself the embarassment, with a silk robe over my body.

Layla and Jasmine are working on my nails and Ellie and Olivia on my toenails while Chris works on my highlights.

"How do you even know how to do this?" I ask, my brothers have three female siblings and none of them can even paint my nails.

We haven't tought them well, honestly.

"Try having seven sisters." He tells, I snicker.

"I should've convinced my parents to have more kids it seems." I joke.

Forty five minutes later, my nails are done like experts, and my hair has this lighter shade that you will see if you look closely enough.

It still looks natural but I notice the difference, and he thankfully left it in its natural curly bouncy state. I literally have no need to own a curler, one wash and it looks perfect, I only every struggle with keeping it in a straight ponytail.

For the rest of the forty minutes, Chris works on my make up. Putting emphasis on my cheekbones, bridge of my nose, jawline and collarbone.

With all that time used on my face, I thought it would look cakey but I have to admit. His sisters tought him well, it's not too overboard not too bland but perfect.

I stand in front of the mirror and put on my dress that was brought in just now, I still love it as much as the first time I wore it and it fits just the same.

I try my best to pull the zip up but struggle immensely, "Christoph?!" I yell out, the girls have gone seeing as their job was done and I was left with him until my boss arrives.

Taking a step away from the mirror I walk across the room to the door but the door opens, assuming it's Chris I turn around so he can zip me up.

"Can you please just help me get this stupid thing up?" I laugh lightly, he stays silent.

I smell him before I feel his hand on my lower back, my body goes stiff as his hand hovers for a second and finally he starts to zip me up, taking his time.

When he finally reaches the end, I release a staggered breath. "T-thank you." I stutter about to turn around but his hand clasps my shoulder keeping me still.

He removes it and gently sweeps my hair to one side, I hold the hair up slightly just when his hands come into my view and a simple yet clearly expensive looking necklace comes into my view and goes around my neck.

A shiver runs down my spine when his cold fingers brush against my neck then trail down my back until where my dress starts.

I let my hair fall back in place and look down at the necklace, a simple chain gold with angel wings connecting the ends. Almost looks familiar.

I turn around and take him in, as always he rocks a suit or this time a tux, this time a white one which contrasts beautifully with his tanned skin. His hair is left in it's ruffled state, giving a morning look.

All in all, he looks hot and edible.

Don't Rosaleigh.

"T-thank you, you didn't have to." I whisper, he doesn't respond but states at me intensely making this weird pit in my stomach that radiates a lot of warmth.

Weird.

Even his glares never make me this squirmy, he takes me in, or at least I think so.

Let's all just ignore the fact that he may probably be undressing me in his head.

"You look follando deslumbrante, joder, me refiero a hermosa, absolutamente hermosa." *f*cking ravishing, f*ck I mean gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous*

Mr Grey stutter?!

A deep blush covers my face and the pit in my stomach deepens, "You could do better." I randomly spit out, my hand immediately goes over my mouth in shock and I mentally face palm myself.

'you could do better'?!

All we need is a bottle of tequila and I'll probably just top of this night by kissing my boss.

He gives me a reaction that I honestly didn't expect, he smiles. And not that smile I'm used to that's just a small pull at the edge of his lips.

A full blown toothy grin, all his pearly whites on display for me to see. Two dimples appear on bothbhis cheeks making me stare for a second, he chuckles and takes a step towards me.

"I should say, I'm pretty offended señorita. I usually impress most with my tuxedos but what is one without a bowtie?" He asks, only now I notice the tie hanging around his neck, undone.

I smile slightly, "I truly am disappointed, sir. I thought a man like you could tie his own ties." I joke starting to work on it for him.

I feel him looking down on me but I focus on the bowtie, even in the five inch heels he's still a giant compared to me.

"I can, I just thought this would be an easy way to get a pretty woman close to me with no questions." I freeze then tug on the ends to finish it off.

With whatever confidence I have, I look up at him. "Pretty woman? Now I'm offended. But I assume that's how you got all your models to accompany you to all your events?" I ask my voice just below a whisper.

His smile still stays, "You must be joking, they can't even tie their own shoes thus the preference of heels. And I do apologize, una mujer hermosa, is the correct term." *A gorgeous term*

For a second I want to burst out into laughter, never in my four months of working did I think I'd single handedly see my boss flirting, let alone me playing along.

My hands move from his shoulders to the lapels, he visibly tenses. "Señ-"

"I hope I'm disturbing." He freezes, I tug on his lapels and step back. The smile on his face disappears and I can feel the annoyance radiating of him.

"You certainly have Nicholas." My boss turns to his co-ceo.

Nic just grins, ignoring his glare and waves his hand as a greeting towards me. "Too bad, the car is waiting by the way. We have an event to attend in case it slipped your mind." He continues.

"I see." My boss deadpans, his takes a stand next to me and places his hand on my lower back.

"Shall we?" I nod slightly, as we walk out of the room I see the smirk Nic has on his face and I don't miss the wink making me blush.

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