A Taste for Candy

1.06

chapter six.



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Missy had been to all sorts of parties, but never had she been to a mansion party. There were people walking in and out of the mansion, dressed as if they were attending a movie premiere. There were so many people; women dressed in gold or red sparkly dresses, while the men were dressed head to toe in their best fashion. Everyone looked elegant. High fashion. Missy is definitely under dressed. When Sinclair told her she would need to attend a party, he didn't tell her the dress code. If she would've known people would dressed as if they are walking down a red carpet, she would've sucked it up and wore the dress he let her keep the day she was brought to his hideout.

There were so many cameras, paparazzi surrounding the entrance; expensive cars, similar to the one she had tonight, parked in front of the entrance just so the valets could take their cars. All this made her a bit intimidated, considering this isn't the kind of crowd she would normally be around. As she slowly pulls in after the fancy car in front of her, a cute guy approaches quickly.

Missy takes the key out of the ignition and steps out of the car. Everyone who was just arriving in their chauffeur driven cars, were whispering and glancing in her direction. Of course, she didn't know if their stares were good or bad, but even so, she was here for a job, not to stay.

Missy brought her hand up to her hair, so she could briefly shape her afro while looking in the driver's seat window. After a second of approving her appearance, she walks around the car, meeting the cute valet guy with the keys to the car in her hands. He was pretty tall and a bit toned, but what really caught her eyes was the bird tattoo that was peeking from under his rolled up sleeves. Missy had a weakness for tattoos, especially the ones that had meaning. Sinclair must have a lot of stories about his tattoos, considering they are all over his body from what she could tell.

The Valet gives her a genuine smile. "I can take your car ma'am."

He bows his head, causing her to put on her teasing smile. Missy steps closer, tilting his chin up, causing him to stand up straight, flustered by her action. She holds his wrist and drops the keys in his hand before closing it up into a fist. The male was getting red in the face, and she loved how responsive he was to her subtly.

Taking a step back, Missy adjusts her open-front blazer so the lace top is showing a bit more. She takes a step around him, but stops when she's standing right beside him. Missy places her hand on his toned chest and smiles up at him.

"Please, don't call me ma'am," she says softly. "It makes me sound old, I'm only twenty-one."

"Oh! Sorry.., miss?" He says unsure.

She grins. "Good boy."

Missy pats his chest watching the young man's ears turn a faint red color. Giggling quietly, she continued to walk towards the entrance, ignoring the paparazzi screaming for her attention, demanding her name, but knowing that she had a job to do, she didn't have time to feed into this fever dream Sinclair probably enjoys.

Once she entered the mansion, her eyes widened at the sight in front of her. There was light chatter, soft music playing, and everyone was pretty much dressed in their best attire. She was also sure that she was the only woman that wasn't wearing a pretty dress. Missy watches as one of the servants walks past her with a tray full of different kinds of light alcohol. Knowing what she had to do, she needed something harder than this. Settling for one of the short glasses with dark liquor in them, she walks deeper into the party, sliding past so many people, careful not to spill the drink in her hand.

"Excuse me," someone says, causing Missy to turn around, sipping the alcohol as her face twisted a bit at how bitter it was.

Missy stares at the nice lady in a green elegant dress, holding a transparent clipboard. "Yes?"