Bought at a price #SYTYCW15 #PRESENTS - completed

Part Five - Chapter Four

The following day after a full cooked breakfast Sara set off to work. After cleaning up, making his bed and cleaned his bathroom, she went shopping. With an allowance. To find outfits fitting for his home and lifestyle. Smart, simple, yet classy. With a spring in her step Sara walked through the city bags swinging, pausing as something caught her eye to side step and looked at the outfit in the window to step into the shop and purchased. Only for special occasions, she chuckled to herself as she stepped out into the sunshine of Melbourne to have her phone buzzed to madly search her bag to flick open and answered.

"Yes," she asked breathlessly.

"So glad to hear you're working so hard."

"Sayyid," she breathed.

"So where are you exactly since you're not home?"

"Oh, buying suitable clothes. All done. On my way home now. I had done all my chores," she added quickly. She didn't want him to think she was a slacker.

"Really? Here I was looking for lunch, nope, nothing in the oven." She heard a closing door.

Her eyes widened. "I'm so sorry I had no idea you wanted lunch Sayyid." She looked around her. "I can bring something home. Greek, Chinese, Italian, whatever you want. Sayyid, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again."

"Sweetheart, it's fine. I only popped in. Where are you?"

She looked around. "Elizabeth Street top end."

"Meet me at the Fitzgerald Hotel; let's say in half an hour."

"Okay," she beamed turning to head towards Spring Street. "Out front or foyer?"

"Foyer."

"Fine, that's all Sayyid? Is there anything else I can get for you while I'm here in town?" She glanced at her watch to change directions again, knowing where she was heading first.

"No. See you in twenty-five." The line went dead. She quickened her steps heading towards Little Bourke Street to find that chocolate shop to buy his favourite English chocolate. A secret stash to add as a surprise and added more kisses for her then charged across the city to the other side where the hotel was situated, started down the long driveway entrance towards the hotel nearly to die of shock as a car horn beeped.

She stepped out of the way as a yellow Lamborghini idled at her side and its bat winged door opened to lower in placing her parcels in the small confined space at the back, grabbing for the seat belt to click as the door lowered. Sayyid drove on. She smiled at the man behind the wheel dressed as usual in suit, shirt and tie.

This time a brown suit. She hadn't noticed this morning more interested in his reaction at her breakfast choice that he did enjoy, however, suggested only twice a week for his waistline to find out he usually had more of a continental breakfast. Writing it all down on her list.

"This is such a nice surprise," she said then looked down at her clothes for shopping, not expensive, exclusives lunches. After all it was a five star hotel. She twisted around to rummage through the bags to find what she wanted and brought the bag to place at her feet then go hunt down the matching shoes. Much more suitable than her pants and top with flat sandals.

Amused Sayyid glanced across. "Choosing a suitable outfit? I see I'm going to have the best dressed glamorous housekeeper in town."

Stunned, she dropped the packet at her feet. Who had she been kidding to shake her head in denial. "So what are we doing here? Business?"

"No, sweetheart, lunch," he flashed a grin, his beautiful white teeth showing. Self conscience, she tugged at her plain brown pants.

"Why did you come home Sayyid? Do you normally come back for lunch?" To frown because he always ate out, hadn't he already told her that?