Bought at a price #SYTYCW15 #PRESENTS - completed

Part Eleven - Chapter Ten

Large sunglasses and a large black hat shielded most of her face, hair free to tease with the touch of colour of red, enough to convince them she was indeed Cherry. Sayyid walked around her to stop in front to adjust the top of her very revealing dress, something Cherry would wear and pushed her breasts up further to show more cleavage.

"Are you finished?" she asked.

"Not quite, I want theses on display to distract from your face."

"Why don't I let them hang out?"

He smiled at her sarcastic tone, his fingers lingering over her white full flesh. Voluptuous. He slipped his fingers under the dress to rub over nipples to make then hard and noticeable against the silky material of the very sexy number that showed off her curves and long legs.

"So you like your women showing off their assets for your pleasure. Don't get used to it Sayyid," she growled, slapping his hands away because he was driving her insane with need even though he had seen to her needs for the last few hours to distract her. "I feel so naked in this Sayyid." And very uncomfortable.

"Sweetheart I have seen you naked often."

"I know but this is different. That's private with you, not facing the whole damn world. Next there will be a sex tape scandal."

"Nope, no taping done, so no issue and I would personally see to the undressing," he promised huskily.

"I bet you would," she noted dryly crossing her arms over her cleavage. "And you know, if the room was bugged or not?"

"Don't sweetheart, and don't be silly," gently he eased her arms down and stepped back to run a critical eye over with his finger he directed her to spin around that she did to stop again in front of him. He stepped back to tilt her hat to the side, cheeky yet so damn sexy. "If we didn't have to leave, I would do you here and now," he said huskily.

"Sayyid," she moaned. "I don't want to be some hot mama that strut her stuff."

"That's exactly what I need you to do sweetheart." He reached for a long leather coat to hold out for her. She slipped her arms in to be rested on her shoulders. Sayyid turned her back around to tug back the coat to expose the front more showing off her assets. He grabbed her hand.

"Hold onto this and don't let go. I will do all the talking. You just smile and say nothing."

"Can't I get in a 'No comment'?"

"No comment."

"Ha ha."

Sayyid removed his own overcoat to toss across his arm. "Grab my laptop." Sara removed his packed away laptop to carry by the handle with her free hand. Threading her fingers through his so she couldn't let go. Removing his briefcase he led her out of the plane and down the stairs to hit the tarmac. She matched his long legged stride pressing up against him keeping her head down hiding her face behind the oversized hat. They entered the Melbourne airport to be greeted by security and escorted to the main part. There luggage was been sent later. They stirred interest just by their clothes, however, no press. So far so good. Karen was waiting out front with the limousine.

"Breathe sweetheart," Sayyid said softly to have her do so. Not realising she was holding her breath. "We're nearly there, nearly home." Though relieved Sayyid was surprised there was no press to greet them. Not sure, if that was a good sign or not. He needed to check the news feeds.

Approaching the limousine the door was opened by one of the security guard to have Sara lower in keeping her hat lowered. "Cherry!" She looked up to have her face snapped by a camera. Gasping she dropped in and scattered across followed by Sayyid to have the door closed and driven away.