His Innocent Love | 18+

Chapter 14

My mood immediately goes from happy and carefree to worried. A formal dinner with Mr. Nakamura and his wife does not sound relaxed and fun to me. I mean, Mr. Nakamura seems like a nice enough man, and I'm sure his wife is lovely.

But dinner? Formal dinner?

As we bow and walk back to the hotel, I confess to Sawyer that I don't own anything that is suitably formal. He scoffs and hands me a credit card.

"Not a problem, Mia. There are boutiques in the district all around the hotel. I can either let you shop by yourself, or, if you prefer, we can have something in your size and preferences delivered. Now that we have this contract, the company is in excellent shape, so tonight you can feel free to enjoy the rewards."

"A new dress? Really?" It feels a little extravagant, but I didhelp with the contract, at least a little.

That should count for something.

Like a new dress, for example.

"Do you want them to choose it for you, or do you want to select it? There won't be a whole lot of time."

"Maybe they can do it, and I can have a chance to get ready myself?"

"Perfect." He punches a few numbers into his phone, and he's back to speaking Japanese again. I hear my room number mentioned and I know it's all being taken care of. There's something about being with a really powerful man that makes everything just so much easier. He can snap his fingers, and I have everything I need.

I sigh, curl my arm around his again, and lean my head on his shoulder as we walk. I can feel him looking down at me, and I briefly wonder if he might pull away, but he doesn't. He just looks down at me and smiles, and we keep walking.

Maybe because it's just the two of us here, or it might be because we're on the other side of the world from home and work, but things with Sawyer are starting to feel a lot more intimate—almost like a vacation.

A vacation together.

It's all lovely, except for the two extremely minor problems. One being that he's best friends with my dad. And the second being that he's my boss.

So maybe it's not actually like a vacation at all. But Sawyer just bought me a dress, and my head is still on his shoulder.

And that's... something. Right?

I spend a couple of hours relaxing, smoothing with the hairdryer in the room, and bringing out my features with a little makeup. There's not much more to do than wait in my bathrobe for the dress to arrive. I've managed something of an updo, with little wisps of hair that fall around my face in loose curls.

Restless, I turn on the television, but everything is in Japanese, so I can't understand any of it. I flip channels, looking for something, anything. There's an infomercial for some weight-loss device that they're trying to hawk, a bizarre game show with people in vinyl suits trying to scale a giant balloon, and a porn channel.

Nothing I can get into right now. I leave the game show on and sit on the bed.

Finally, there's a knock at the door. Running over, I fling it open, and a small, smiling woman hands me a large box from a luggage cart which I take, returning her smile. I wonder if I'm supposed to tip? I hope Sawyer took care of that because I don't have any local currency.

I'm just about to shut the door in her still-smiling face when she hands me two more boxes. Ah! Yes, shoes. And maybe... a purse?

Then I look at her, and she bows to me, so I bow back.

I run to the bed to pull out the gown that has been chosen. When I take the lid off the box, I gasp. It's the most beautiful fabric I've ever seen. It's flesh-color and silver with beading and cutout parts and an asymmetrical hem. There are ruffles and a little bit of tulle where you would want some curves. It feels heavy and cool against my skin as I hold it against me and look in the mirror. It's stunning!

I pull it on, and although I have to suck in my stomach a little, it quickly zips. The colors are perfect for my skin and hair, and my grey eyes stand out more than usual, lit up by the silver in the dress.

The shoe box awaits on the bed. I'm almost too excited to see what shoes they thought would go with this gorgeous outfit. They turn out to be satin sandals, encrusted with Swarovski crystals and ribbons to tie up the calf. I squeal to myself. I'm going to feel like a princess in these!

After I put them on, I take a look in the mirror. The heels have given me a couple of extra inches and also boosted my butt, so I look lithe and almost sophisticated. I figure the last box is a purse, but I'm wrong. It's a purse and a peach-colored faux fur wrap. Normally I would never buy faux fur, but it's just perfect for the outfit.

I am transformed.

Now I wonder what Sawyer will think?

Glancing at the time, I know I'll find out in a minute. I refresh my lipstick and fix my hair once again, and make my way to his door. I listen at the door for a second and when I don't hear anything, I knock just as it's opening.

He looks amazing, more like a sexy male runway model than ever. Like he just stepped out of the pages of some super expensive men's magazine. He's wearing a tuxedo, fixing the cuffs. His eyes widen, and he looks me up and down.

"Mia," he says, and then pauses. "You look... incredible. Irresistible."

Ooh, I like that.