Dress Of Seduction
Alfonzo just wanted to kiss her and show her who was in control, but her reaction was shocking, and suddenly her thoughts about sex on his table had a big appeal to him. He flipped her over and moved her to the wooden surface, and Jaya followed him step by step, pushing his jacket off his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground, cupped her hips in both hands, and lifted her to the edge of the shiny table, the two need each other almost frantically.
"Sir, Miss Canosa is here." The voice on the walkie-talkie entered their confused brains, and the two froze instantly. Alfonzo was frustrated, and Jaya was ashamed and unbelievable. Reaching past her, his head resting on her cheek, he flipped the switch, his voice hoarse, "please wait a moment," then he stood up, retrieved his jacket, and put it back on.
Standing with his back to her for a moment, he seemed to perk up, then turned again to face Jaya, confused and shocked.
"So that's the answer," his eyes still filled with the sultry heat that passed between them. She could only look back at him, not even knowing what to ask, but instinctively knew that it would be dangerous to ask.
Her hair was messy, her lips were bigger and redder than before, she slid off the table, her legs trembled, her eyes avoided meeting him, and she tried to straighten her hair with trembling hands.
"I... I have to go home and pack my clothes." She finally managed to do it, her voice higher than usual, trying to control her broken emotions. His smile saw her frown, and her eyes finally flew to him. "I don't think so. If you're wearing your 'normal' choice, then you need a new wardrobe. I'm very picky about who I'm with Jaya..you need a makeover. When he spoke, she felt she blushed, and anger replaced the fire in her eyes.
"Well, unfortunately, I'm kind of short of money right now, Alfonzo...so like I said earlier...handle it." His lip twitching in contempt for her only made a difference when he got back to the walkie-talkie. She was even angrier. "I certainly wouldn't expect you to pay, so I hired a consultant to work with you today. I thought she'd be asked to adjust your wardrobe...but it looks like her job will be cut. She'll make sure you look good and wear the right clothes. She has a list of all the things you need...and the priority is a proper cocktail dress." His sarcastic eyes absorbed the anger in her. "We have a party tonight...I'm sure you'll meet a lot of friends from your family. So I hope you get dressed and watch your character by 8 o'clock. He flips the switch on the walkie-talkie. , to inform his secretary to send Miss Canosa.
It's been a hectic day, and Jaya is shunted to a designer boutique, where she tries on expensive pieces one by one, each prettier than the last, as well as lingerie that fits each. Rebecca Canosa, a plump and kind woman in her 20s, nods or shakes her head as every outfit is modeled before choosing the last dress for the evening.
Jaya liked this woman, chatty and friendly, and her lively nature and sense of humor allowed her to endure the whole ordeal. She was taken to a salon after a whirlwind shopping trip - Alfonzo's parting words still ringing painfully in her ears as he lifted a lock of her long hair and told Rebecca to "do something," his tone made her wish that the earth would swallow her whole.
However, Reb was kind enough to tell her how lucky she was to have such a body and bone structure, and that she knew the right people to make her shine. Jaya has to admit, she does look great. Her long straight hair was layered and styled to better fall on her face.
For the first time in her life, the stylist gave her bangs, which showed off her delicate features and accentuated her large eyes while preventing them from falling off her face. She nodded with a big smile, and Reb, intrigued by her look, asked if she liked it too.
Next, her nails and toenails are trimmed and painted, and Jaya finds she's enjoying the pampering, which isn't usually something she has the time or money to do. A makeup artist showed her some simple makeup tips for easy, more dramatic, and then based on Reb's information about what she'd be wearing, she created her look for the night.
At seven o'clock, Reb escorted her back to Alfonzo's suite, and the secretary who had just left looked at her admiringly and smiled and gave her a sealed envelope, directing her to a room where she could change for the evening.
She tore open the envelope, took out a single piece of paper, held it in her hand, and walked into the bedroom. Her eyes are on stunning rooms, the highest quality furniture, and cream and gold curtains and linens. Reading the note, she frowned and saw a small list of instructions he had written:
Meet me in the lounge at 8:00, don't be late!
She gritted her teeth and crumpled the note, cursing him under her breath. Walking to the ensuite bathroom, she steps into the shower, being careful not to mess up her makeup or hair, enjoying the pounding of the power shower as it rejuvenates her tired body, lamenting how exhausting shopping is.
She decided to tie her hair back up and tied her hair into a playful knot with some bobby pins that Reb had bought specifically for the outfit and pinned it high on her head. deep impression. Next, she put on the silk underwear that she also bought for the dress, and moaned softly about how sexy the material felt on her skin.
She wasn't used to wearing such luxurious underwear, the bra pulling her cleavage together, and she stared wide-eyed at how she looked in light clothes, surprised at how sexy the soft material made her feel.
With some minutes left, she was in her skirt, a soft green almost silver dress with a bodice and love neckline, and her figure was so well displayed that the skirt unfolded gently. Throwing on her delicate open-toed sandals, and grabbing the matching bag, she left the room with just a few seconds left.
Alfonzo was waiting for her, he turned his head, and she came towards him quickly, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him, a smile slowly blooming on his face. "Much better than Jaya who came in this morning," approaching her, lingering around her, she stood motionless waiting for his perusal, accepting everything about her change.
"I like the hair." Jaya was delighted at his compliment, though she gave him a dismissive look, unprepared to show his approval that made her feel strangely happy, blaming herself for her reaction, her voice more than She meant it more meanly.
"Well, you did ask Reb to do something about 'this,' her fingers flicked her bangs, and he smiled humorously. "I'm glad you took the rules of obedience to heart. She smiled and gave him a withering look. After saying that, they left the suite, and a limousine greeted them at the hotel entrance and quickly took them away.
The car hadn't gone far yet. At the launch of a new movie, Jaya stared wide-eyed at the many stars walking on the red carpet. When it was their turn to enter the lobby, many paparazzi took pictures of the two of them, and Alfonzo pulled her closer, stamping his title on her for all to see.
After the screen was shown, all guests entered the lobby, where food and drinks were served by waiters who walked through the crowd, taking and distributing orders. Jaya felt overwhelmed and was very nervous about the many famous faces she met, Alfonzo seemed completely relaxed and indifferent to the prestigious crowd. She sighed slightly, realizing that he would. After all, he is one of them.
The two mingled in different crowds, and he happily introduced her as his companion in town, and the implied relationship made him cough in disapproval, and Jaya gritted her teeth and ignored him. However, he finally leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Time to go...I don't want any of us to be too tired from the main event of the night."
Jaya nearly threw her wine glass at the thought of what was about to happen, realizing she hoped he would be too tired to do anything, and his words dashed that hope as the two of them got back into their car again. He sat in the luxury compartment of the limousine, ignoring Jaya, who had slid across the car, staring out the window unconsciously, her nerves now making her stomach tighten into a crunching ball.
Closing her eyes, she knew that despite their agreement, a part of her still wanted something—anything—to intervene and get her out of her commitment. Still silent between the two, they took the elevator back to the penthouse again, and Alfonzo let them both in.
Standing there not knowing what to do next, his voice took her by surprise, his tone was soft. "Go to the spare room and put on the clothes reserved for you." Jaya stared at him. "C... clothes?" He pointed to the room at the other end of the suite, her voice a little puzzled. "Join me in my bedroom when you're ready."
Jaya hated how calm and controlled his voice was, while every part of her was shaking, her footsteps faltering as she walked towards the room. She collapsed on the bed, trembling, knowing that it was finally time for retribution. Taking a deep breath, steadying herself, she looked at the things around her.
The underwear is delicate and made of the finest silk. Red and partially transparent, she lifted it, letting the material slide through her fingers, and let it fall back onto the bed. She gulped nervously, took off her clothes, and hung it up slowly, a delaying tactic she knew, as her eyes kept returning to the underwear on the bed—a dress for seduction.