My Dominant, My Fifty Shades

Chapter Five

Entering Mary's Corner Cafe, my pulse was racing the same way it did entering the DMV for my drivers test a few years back. Just thinking about the moment made my stomach nauseous and I eventually slid to the back unnoticed by a handsome Vincent talking to my boss. Was he going to have me fired for saying no to his party? Was he a friend of Mary's that I was unaware of? All possible answers raised in my mind as I tried to go on with my shift. Tying the string from the apron around my back, I imagined it to be his long fingers playing with the thin string and eventually lifting me onto the counter in the back and kissing me until my lips bled from the pressure of his kisses.

"Ade!" Mary called to me from the front. I swallowed hard before I walked out of the back with my hair now in a ponytail and two long wavy strands hanging down the front.

"Yes?" I asked trying to remain calm although Vincent sat with his arrogant yet sensual smile.

"I believe you know Mister Vincent Chadwick?"

"Yes. I have had the...opportunity to meet him..." I said trying to find the right word. He found it humorous and smirked.

"Well he has asked to take you today and pay for your shift so it will not damage your job or my funding. We will also sponsor him and he will tell his colleagues of us and get us much more business...we could use it after the break in....He says it is best for you to not be here...I guess his dad is a psychiatrist.." She said in a lower tone. "Go on. Leave your stuff in back, we'll have one of the girls drop it by your apartment or something..."

"No. I can't. I need the money-"

"I'm your boss. You go." As Vincent went to get up and move toward the door, she pulled my arm back, her tight grip and long nails pinching my skin. "And get some, he is smoking! Those arms, that chest! Damn, I'd die for a piece of that!" Imagining my boss who was well into her fifties with shoulder length blonde hair peaking through with grays I was unable to maintain a believable smirk before excusing myself.

I walked toward the door and placed my apron on the hook before he escorted me to his car. I noticed his driver was not in the front seat and he was driving the car himself. It made my heart sink further knowing I had not witnesses if anything were to happen. God knows I am as innocent as olive oil and have no experience in relationships aside from a high school jock who became enamored with a college cheerleader...needless to say...lasted as long as a season of the Walking Dead.

After a short drive, we stopped before a strip of stores with names I was unable to pronounce.

"What are we doing here?"

"I want you to pick a store, buy a dress, then I'm taking you to get your hair and makeup done, then you are coming with me to that car show. I would love to have you on my arm and with a few expensive looking items-nobody will question you...especially if you don't leave my side..." It was as if his words were flirtatious yet threatening.

I fired back quick. "I don't want to go and I don't want to accept your money. I have clothes-"

"The people at this party are not people who would come into your diner. They are ones with a house in every continent and lovers in every city. Seeing a woman with a dress from Walmart doesn't make them think I'm serious or I'm a good guy. I need them to trust me and a beautiful woman like you on my arm in an expensive designer dress is money well spent..." He paused before taking me from the car and waiting outside the door of a store with a red door and silver handles. "I think of you like an investment. Beautiful women sell cars and selling cars makes my company high in the market. You will be my best investment...I can feel it..."

He gently pushed my back into the store as two women who look as if they had never eaten a cheeseburger or fries for that matter in their lives gave skeptical looks. They both had slicked back hair that was blonde and thick makeup and burgundy lipstick that made their pouts even more visible. Vincent brought me to the back of the section near the dressing rooms before pointing toward the long backless, strapless, and skin tight dresses. My mouth instantly dropped open.

"I can' t wear any of these!"

"Why not?"

"Look at them! And look at me!" It as as if he took my command too seriously as his eyes scanned up and down my body.

"I have. That is why I know these are best for you..."

"And are you a fashion expert?"

"No. But I know a woman's body. And these compliment your best assets. Pick one quick because you have an appointment in half an hour and it's a ten minute drive."

Never in my life have I spent more than five minutes in a store aside from Christmas. But with so many dresses and my insecurities it would be difficult. He eventually saw through my indecisiveness before taking a few random from the rack and placing them inside a dressing room. He set me inside by leading me by gently pushing my back and shut the curtain, but I was still able to see a small opening. I left it open just to see if his curiosity had been the same as mine. I slid into the first dress which had blue sequins and thought it made me look boxy. The second had ruffles. Enough said. The third was perfect. Lavender in color with a sweetheart neckline and an open back that made me feel beautiful.

I stepped from the dressing room before the women's eyes and Vincents locked onto me. I saw him grin as they scowled. I actually felt pretty, like a millionaire or a mistress to a millionaire. We walked to the other side before he had me choose shoes in which I tried to pick flats and he gave me his disapproving look as I changed my choice to a pair of black heels that wrapped around the ankle and had black lace on the heel wrapping to the toe. He then took me down the street before asking me to stay in the car. He returned within a total of five minutes with a fully red bag and we ventured down the road for about ten minutes.

When I was younger, I used to love sitting in my grandmother's hair shop and listen to the oldies music and the smell of hairspray and perfume. It made me feel mature. But entering this one, I felt out of place. I was sat in a chair in the middle of the salon and given a magazine of hairstyles. All up-dos and all with what seemed like gorgeous women modeling them. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I would never be like them, not as I wished I was, but I would never be what Vincent wanted and the thought made me sad. Vincent became impatient as he stood beside me and picked up the magazine and pointed at a picture before showing it to the hair dresser. The man who did my hair had clearly had a regular bed at the tanning salon but amazing green eyes that almost made him look alien. With a slicked back black hairdo and scruff, he gave me a smirk before speaking with an accent which was French.

It took almost two and a half hours before my hair had been finished and I was turned in another direction and applied with makeup. Which took another forty minutes at least. When I saw myself, it was almost as if I was a stranger in my own reflection. My skin was flawless and my eyes were piercing, my smile was enticing, and my hair was spot on. Tendrils dropped in front and just before my ears making access easy to my neck and back.

"We have..." Vincent looked at his watch before looking back to me. "Two hours. Just enough time."

"For what now?" I asked teasing.

"For an early dinner. These things usually last about four hours which will make it end around nine and I don't want to keep you too long because you have work tomorrow..."

"Thank you." I said being polite before he took me back to the car. As he entered the car, his phone was buzzing and he tore it from his jacket and looked at it as if it was a trusted friend who had let him down.

"It looks like they are having some difficulties with the displays for the cars and want me to check out the technical issues. Would you mind if we went early? You can change there..."

"Sure." I said slightly more eager than expected. And we went off to the grand hall.

The car pulled up to a giant building with a giant banner; "CHADWICK CAR SHOW TONIGHT". I felt proud walking in with the man whose name was in bold on the sign. I was looked at with strange and judgmental glances as people whispered as I walked by. Vincent had the dress in a bag hanging along his back as he held the hanger with two fingers as he had another hand in his pocket. I found it amazing how everything he did was effortless. Absolutely everything.

"I'll be in the exhibit hall B which is right there..." He said as he pointed. "Take your time and I want you to feel comfortable. People should be arriving within the next hour and I'll be taken from each angle for interviews, reports, and then my opening speech but then I'm all yours." I liked the sound of that...