The Boss' Daughter

Chapter 6

The swim instructor was very nice and gentle. He had me lay on my back in the water, placing his hands under my back ever so slightly. I was still so nervous but I knew that I needed to just man up and get it over with for the day.

"Okay, I think we are good for today. I'll be by the same time tomorrow for your lesson." I nodded, standing up in the water and watching as he got out.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I caught your name." He turned to me as he wiped his body with a towel, his muscles glistening from the sun shining off his still damp skin.

"My apologies. My name's Ryan Marshall." He smiled at me and I smiled back. "It was nice meeting you today. Catch you tomorrow. Be ready to work." He walked off towards his car and I turned to see Molly glaring at me.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Admit it...you have a thing for him." I will admit that he was a very attractive man and those muscles did not hurt one bit, but I was not interested in a relationship.

"I do not." Molly smirked at my words. "He is attractive, but I'm not interested in guys like that."

"You're not interested in guys that look that good? Did you see his muscles?" Molly definitely didn't believe me. I could tell by the tone of her voice. I shook my head, trying to end the conversation between us.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I could eat. Let's go in and have some lunch. It's getting pretty hot out and I don't want to burn." She was right. The heat felt like it could melt my body into a puddle on the concrete. Walking on the hot concrete made my feet hurt a little as I walked inside behind Molly. "There's some chicken salad in the fridge. Make us a sandwich from it. I like 3 grapes sliced in half on my sandwich and make sure you put it on the croissants." There she was, being just as difficult as her father could be. I did as told and watched as she took her sandwich and a bottle of water up to her room, ignoring the fact that I was even there. I sat down at the bar to eat, grabbing a 7up from the fridge and then after taking the first bite, my phone rang. It was Mr. Adams. What did he want? He was very specific this morning about me not calling to bother him. Anyway, I could not ignore his call so I answered.

"Mr. Adams?"

"Yes, Ms. Burke. Please inform Molly that she will be attending a business dinner with me this evening and she needs to dress appropriately. Let her know I'll be by at 6pm sharply to pick her up. Oh, and you will also be attending."

"Me?" Gosh, I wish I had not said that out loud.

"Yes, you. It will look good on my part to have my assistant there to help in any way I need her to. Please be prepared to take notes."

"But sir..."

"Tell Molly and let her know you will also be joining. She will know what to do." He hung up without another word. Mr. Adams was giving me a run for my money with this one. Talking to him even for a few minutes in the morning was nerve-racking and now I had to sit with him, his daughter, and untelling what other higher up, wealthy men at a fancy dinner. I was no where near prepared for this. My stomach sank. Molly came down with her plate, laying it in the sink.

"Your father called."

"And what? He's working late?" She didn't look up.

"Actually he said he had a business dinner tonight and would be by at 6pm to pick you up."

"Yay for me." The sarcasm was very noticeable in her voice.

"He said he wants me there, too."

"And I'm supposed to help you dress appropriately, I'm sure." I did not know how to respond.

"That's all he told me."

"Well, let's go. Grab your keys." I grabbed my keys from the counter and left out the door behind Molly. "Since I have to go, I'm buying something new. Father always leaves his credit card in case of things like this." The entitledness of what she said kind of angered me. I just was raised completely different and struggled basically my whole life for anything. I had to work hard for what I have and I most certainly did not have a wealthy father to throw money at me whenever I wanted something, but to each their own. "Turn in here. This place will be perfect." She got out of the car and I followed her inside a fancy boutique. I could only imagine how expensive it was by the gold decor everywhere. It most definitely was not in my price range. "Ignore the prices." I started slowly browsing through some dresses on a rack. "Don't pick out something hideous." Molly spoke. I kept looking, not acknowledging her comment with a reply. I watched as Molly picked up a black spaghetti strap dress. It was silk and very slinder fitting. "Try this on. I think it will be perfect for you." I went into the dressing room and tried it on, admiring myself in the mirror before stepping out to hear Molly's opinion on the way it looked on me. I had never tried on a dress like this before. I never showed off my figure.

"What do you think?" Molly smiled slightly.

"I knew it would be perfect. Now, take it off while I go try on this one." I went in the dressing room, catching a glimpse of a deep green dress in Molly's hands. I came out and sat on the couch, waiting on her. She came out, placed her hands on her hips, and tilted her head from side to side as she looked in the mirror. "Hmm..." I could tell she wasn't sure.

"I like it." It had a small slit up one side, but was not too revealing for a business dinner.

"My father is so picky." She pasued for a moment as if waiting for someone to speak. "I'm getting it. I look too good in it not to." She went in the dressing room, changed back into her tank top and shorts, and came back out. She took my dress in her hand along with the one she had just tried on. She laid them both on the counter, pulling out Mr. Adams' credit card. Was she paying for my dress? I guess my expression of shock showed because Molly spoke up. "Father won't mind. He's the one that has insisted you join this business dinner tonight after all. He can afford to spend a little money on a couple ladies doing him a favor." The lady at the counter put the dresses in a bag and Molly took them in her hand, walking out of the boutique. "By the way, I have some nice black heels that you can borrow for tonight. They'll match up nicely." Why was Molly being nice to me?