Dana

Chapter Seven

After Marcus left my room, I sat down on the bed trying to fight my rising panic.

He didn't tell me much about the 'boss,' just that he was a really important person and I had to be respectful and only speak when I was spoken to.

And then Marcus had left me, giving me five minutes to get ready.

Why did I have to get ready?

I was incredibly nervous as I took a deep breath and grabbed the red dress, examining it.

It wasn't exactly the kind of dress I would wear.The material shone when the light hit it and it was extremely short.

As I tugged it up my legs, I cringed. The dress barely reached my thighs and the neck was cut low, exposing my cleavage.

I didn't even know I had cleavage.

The bodice fitted snugly around my torso and I stared at myself in the mirror.

There was no way I could go out like this. I looked like a slut.

As I stood there in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, a knock at the door made me jump.

"Two minutes!" It was Marcus.

No time to think about whether I looked like a slut or not. I quickly brushed my hair, letting it down, and put on some lipstick.

Opening the huge closet, I found a whole section stocked with shoes of every kind.

Wow. All of this stuff couldn't be mine. Why would it be?

I spotted a pair of red heels and strapping them on, discovered that they were my size.

Okay. This was weird.

With no more time to dwell on this, I wobbled over to the door and pulled it open.

Marcus stood leaning against the opposite wall. He straightened when I walked out cautiously.

He whistled and said, "woah that is some dress."

My face burned up; it was probably redder than the dress.

"Why do I have to wear this? I mean is it absolutely necessary?" I felt exposed and really uncomfortable.

He sighed, saying, "sorry, boss's orders. Now let's go!"

I followed him down the hall, trying really hard not to trip over my heels. I had never worn heels in my life.

Every five seconds, I pulled my dress up by the front, trying to preserve my modesty.

We walked down the stairs, the heels clacking irritatingly on the marble. I grabbed the railing for support, hanging on to it for dear life.

Even so, my foot slipped forward and I stupidly let go of the railing in surprise.

I gave a little scream as I fell backwards, waiting for my head to hit the stairs.

But I was caught in midair by strong arms.

I looked up at Marcus, saying breathlessly, "thanks. Oh God I'm so clumsy and these stupid heels aren't making it any better."

He chuckled and set me back on my feet.

"You should see Stellar, she can't walk straight without tripping or dropping something or basically wreaking havoc everywhere she goes," he said as we continued walking downstairs.

"Stellar?"

"Oh, she's my girlfriend, but don't tell anyone. I'll introduce you sometime. You'll love her."