A business woman for the night (part 2)

Book One—(Chapter 7)

(A business woman for the night—Part 2)

A gasp escaped her lips, surely he wasn't expecting her to use the diamonds that were in front of her was he?, Ana thought as she stared at the jewelry box resting on the bed the moment she walked into the room. Her dress was the brightest shade of red she had ever seen, thankfully it wasn't a slutty piece of garment as she had expected it to be—rather elegant from the waist up, with only the exception of the slit on both sides....it was a gala after all.

'Mr Wyatt wants you to be the attention of the room', the driver murmured, 'so he hired me to do your make—'

'I thought you're the driver?'.

'I am many things Miss Anastasia'.

'The name is Ana', she corrected immediately, 'Surely your boss doesn't want that beaut on my neck does he?'. She pointed at the jewelry.

A smirk tugged at the corner of the driver's lips as he walked into the room after a minute of leaning by the doorway, 'Like I said before ma'am....he wants you to be the attention of the room'.

'The business woman for the night', she rolled her eyes, 'Trust me, I get it'.

'No', his brows furrowed, 'Damon Wyatt's woman of the night'.

Ana nodded, trying to hide the embarrassed fluster in her cheeks and glanced around the room for a better view. This was the luxury anticipated and she wasn't sure she liked it....cold.... shameless....it felt like she bit off more than she could chew which gave room for her anxiety to come in.

'I....I....I don't think I can do this', she stuttered, 'I don't know what to say...how...how to act...I'm just a girl from Seventh Avenue so how in the world am I suppose to be a fucking business woman?!'.

George stepped closer and placed a supportive hand on her shoulder which Ana found extremely nerve soothing, 'You are a singer from what I've heard so acting should come naturally to you ma'am. It's just for a few hours and you'll be okay, I promise you'.

'Thank you', she flashed him a smile and stopped him as he was about to leave, 'Wh... what's your name? I really want to know'.

'George', he muttered, 'The name's George Purly'.

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Damon checked his watch for the umpteenth time as he waited by the car for Ana's arrival, how long does it take to change into a dress and dab some makeup on?, he asked himself irritably as his lack of patience started to make him pace back and forth. Every anger seething through his veins was thrown out the window the moment Ana stepped out the main door, he gasped loudly—not at the perfect sculpt of her body, but the mesmerizing figure of her beautiful face.

God she was a sight to behold and the red dress he picked himself would make every man in the room bow to her feet. Ana's brows creased as she didn't find the flabbergasted look on his face appeasing one bit, he looked dashingly handsome too with his perfectly tailored tuxedo—tailored for seduction and the rose at the breast pocket was a nice addition to it, still she didn't care and hated the fact that she was staring at him.

'How do i—'

'If you told me you were the goddess Aphrodite herself then I would believe you one hundred percent', he gently raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, 'You are a beautiful woman Anastasia'.

She rolled her eyes and went into the car, ignoring his compliment entirely, 'Can we just drive and get this deal over and done with?'.

'If you keep that attitude of yours, I doubt we'll be done soon', Damon scowled as he was used to his women fawning over his compliments, 'You look beautiful.....again Anastasia'.

She reluctantly murmured a thank you even though his compliment sparked a little flare inside of her, the car started to move and the moment her eyes caught her reflection on the rear view mirror, it finally slapped that she wasn't in a dream—she was really in a luxurious car, dressed in a way she never thought herself to be and with a dashingly handsome man.....it wasn't a dream!

After an hour they finally got to Times Square Hall and she could feel her breath escaping her by the minute. The flashing lights, the red carpet, the hollering voices of the cameramen telling the elite on the carpet to pose for the camera—it was all to surreal to believe, a world where she saw only from the comforts of her screen was right in front of her, it was exciting as it was nerve-wracking.

'Just smile and walk past the cameras', Damon said as he placed a hand over hers which sent shudders down her spine, 'Remember, you're a business woman who doesn't like the flashy life'.

'Al.....alright then'. She responded, embarrassed by the fact that her anxiety was so obvious that he had to calm her down. A silent prayer and a hard gulp, she finally mustered the courage and walked out of the car with a plastered smile on her face.

The flashing lights from the cameras almost rendered her blind and then she felt Damon's arms link with hers, he flashed a smile as she looked up at him, feeling a type of warmth she never noticed before as they both walked through the red carpet and into the main hall. Sylvester Wyatt was in the middle of a conversation with his friends when his wife tapped his shoulders and he turned around, only to realize that his son was probably not a pathological liar and indeed, did bring a woman to the gala.

He excused himself from the conversation with his colleagues, grabbing his wife's hand and walked over to where Damon and Ana stood. Ana's cheeks flared as she tried to keep a straight face in front of the two people she probably guessed to be Damon's parents, he posed a striking resemblance to the woman standing in front of her.

'You must be Anastasia', Vivian started as pulled Ana in for a hug, 'It's so so nice to finally meet you dear'.

'The pleasure is all mine Mrs Wyatt'. Ana smiled crookedly.

Clever girl, Damon beamed with satisfaction, she was already on the good side of his mother in a matter of seconds, 'Dad this is Anastasia. The woman I have been telling you about'. He said and Ana turned to Sylvester.

He looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't put her finger on it to where she had seen him before, 'It's so nice to meet yo—'

'Mmmmmh', Sylvester nodded without taking the hand extended towards him, 'My son tells me you're a business woman...a club owner in fact'.

Ana retracted her hand embarrassedly and nodded, 'Yes sir'.

Sylvester frowned, 'I would like to visit someday Anastasia....it's your name isn't it?'.

She nodded again, something about his demeanour was clear that he didn't approve of what she did as a 'profession', silence ensued and Vivian frowned deeply as she nudged her husband who was proving way more difficult than she expected—Damon brought the woman and he still wasn't satisfied, like the hard headed man that he was.

'It's nice to meet you Ana', he finally forced a smile to avoid his wife's silent bicker, 'You don't mind if I call you Ana do you?'.

'Not at all Mr Wyatt'. Ana replied and Sylvester excused himself with Vivian to greet the rest of the guests that were coming in. A huge sigh of relief escaped her as she placed a hand on her chest and turned to Damon who wanted to wrap his arms around her and give her a huge kiss.

'You my darling Anastasia.....you are one wonderful actress'.