Racing Desires

7. Red

Dean's POV:

Writing the small card for Kiara, I hope she isn't going to hate me. As her boss I probably shouldn't be sending her dresses as a gift. At least I have the excuse putting it down as a thank you for her amazing work.

It didn't take me long to find the right dress, as soon as I entered the boutique and saw it drapped on one of these mannequins, I knew this was it. There are another two dresses I chose for tomorrow, which will be sent on to her room while we are out for dinner. Perhaps that will give her some time to relax after the first surprise.

Knowing her, she is going to pop as soon as she sees it although she really deserves it. And afterall I was the one to take her here, the least I can do is dress her right for a place like this.

As soon as I'm back in the hotel, I hurry to get myself ready, while someone else brings her the box with the dress for tonight. Although it's a business trip and I should see this in a professional way, I can't help but feel excited to see her in the dress and spend time with her. The flight was fun and the time has never passed so fast.

When we crossed the clouds and she was stunned by the sight unfolding infront of her, her face was so relaxed. The sun was shining on to her ginger coloured hair and pale skin making it look as if it was glowing, she looked ever so beautiful.

After our intense moment when I straped her in, I couldn't help but feel angry and disappointed at the same time. With myself, for letting me feel that way again, but also with that stewardess who interrupted that moment. It took me a couple of moments to regain my cool, while staring out of the window.

Dressed in a blue tuxedo and white shirt, I start walking across to Kiara's suite. Nervousness isn't what I usually know, but this girl makes me feel nervous. I take a few deep breaths, before knocking on the door.

The door opens, to be honest I don't know what I had expected, but I am absolutely stunned when I see Kiara stood right in front of me.

The dress looks even better than I could have ever imagined, hugging her curves, making them pop even more while still looking classy. Her long hair for a change isn't pulled up straight on her head into a ponytail. Instead it cascades in soft waves down her shoulders and back right down, nearly reaching her hips.

And those lips of hers look like the most beautiful and tempting sin in the world, with red lipstick matching her dress, in contrast to her ivory skin. Lips that look so delicious and kissable. Fuck why am I her damn boss?

If I thought blue is her colour, I totally underestimated the effect red could have on her. Blue is beautiful and suits her very well. Red is like THE colour for her, showing the fire she really is in the most sinful way imaginable. Now I wish I had bought her everything in red, even if it would torture me.

Damn, no! My thoughts aren't even allowed to go down that lane. I don't know how long I have been stood here simply gawking at her, when I realize it's about time to say something. By the looks on her face it probably was a while and she has flushed.

Clearing my throat I finally start speaking. "Kiara you look absolutely stunning tonight." Unbelievable stunning, I add in my thoughts.

For the first time she seems to look shy. "Ehm, thanks. You clean up very well too."

Feeling the heat rise to my face, I think for the first time in life, I might be flushing myself. Before this gets awkward I suggest that we head to the restaurant.

Watching her face while entering simply does my day. This restaurant is very exclusive, huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling light the dark restaurant up. The whole interior is a mixture between dark walls and white chairs and tables added with golden accessiores. Our table is in a fairly quite private corner in front of a huge window, giving us a free view over the ocean.