Racing Desires

6. Excited

Kiara's POV:

For once I'm not cursing when the alarm clock sets off, for a matter of fact I was so excited I hardly slept in the first place. Even if it got damn late last night. At least I earned quite a bit of cash, which might come handy in Dubai.

Damn I have hardly ever left London, despite the country and now I will be flying to Dubai. Luckily, I had a passport made last year, as I originally had planned working abroad. Now I have this amazing opportunity, which I still can't quite believe.

I've been tossing and turning wide awake in bed since 4am, meaning my phone is safe for one more day. Jumping underneath the shower, I wonder what the showers will be like in the place we will be staying. No matter what, it can't be any worse than here.

Everything said at the lunch break yesterday, still seems like a dream to me and I'm waiting to wake up out of it any second. One thing I can't get off my mind was the look on Dean's face at the beginning, like total remorse. Did he honestly think I was thinking he was sexually harassing me?

I mean sure, he cornered me, but I am sure if I had really wanted he would have let me go any time. And he wouldn't have touched me in a way I wouldn't want to. Afterall even his grip on my wrist was light enough to shake it off at any point.

It's not that he scares me to do something against my will, it's more that it scares me that I would do something I regret. The moments between the two of us can get very intense, too intense and my brain simply fails when he comes close.

And now I am going on a trip with him. So much for keeping the distance. How much time will we be spending in the meetings? I mean during the meetings I can't do something dumb, can I? So I hope we spend as much time in the meetings as possible. Then again, I would like to see at least a bit of the place, the only things I know about Dubai is what I have seen on TV or in magazines.

Will it be as luxury as they always show? I mean Dean is loaded, I'm sure he wouldn't have booked us into something simple. Then again even something simple would probably be far better than this shite hole I'm living in right now. Perhaps I should just miss the flight back and stay there for forever, would make things easier. And for a matter of fact I know I could earn a lot of money there, just like I did last night. Perhaps even more.

After getting ready, I take a quick look into my tiny mirror. A plain slight creme coloured dress with a red belt and red patent high heels should be fine, right? I mean, god I don't know what you wear for a meeting in Dubai. Slowly I am starting to feel more and more nervous.

A look at my watch tells me it's ten to seven. If the driver is early, I might get him to hold at the bakery for me. I quickly put my bundle of cash from last night into my bag and head down with my tiny suitcase and bag.

Damn why is there already a noise coming from the living room? No one should be up yet, or are they still up? As quite as possible I sneak past the living room and out of the door. Thank god, without being caught up.

A man in his maybe mid thirties is leaning against a black Mercedes completely dressed in a black attire and the windows of the Mercedes are shaded, making it impossible to look into the inside. What the hell? This looks like the mafia or as if I was some super important prominent person.

"Good morning Ms Summers, I'm David your driver for today. May I help you with your luggage?" he sends me a huge smile, showing off dimples on both sides. He's handsome, like really handsome looking.

"Ehm I could just put it in the boot it's fine", I answer with a smile back.

"Ms Summers", I interrupt him directly.