The Abductor Hotelier EBS 4 (UNEDITED)

Chapter 5: Undeniable Attraction

"You don't always get to chose who you fall in love with" ― Stephani Hecht

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[Yvonne's POV]

Natasha led me to Demetrio's master bedroom. I reluctantly followed the brunette model-kind-of-type secretary of Demetrio.

I hate the thought of someone dressing me up like a barbie toy, and definitely because it was ordered by the high and mighty Pallos!

When I entered his bedroom, I gasped inwardly with awe as I looked around the overwhelmingly big ensuite room.

The walls is painted with gray, looking very manly and luxurious. With a television set built-in, in the wooden wall opposite the enormous bed.

A gray furry carpet under the big bed and a sliding glass wall window/door, an access to the balcony with a big curtain that looks like it's remote controlled operated.

Adjacent to the ensuite washroom is a big walk-in closet room.

The room is almost as big of three bedrooms.

"Here," Natasha started opening the boxes and one by one she pulled out the clothes out of the box and laid it on the bed.

I caught a glimpse of the tag of one of the buttoned shirt, and I gulped audibly.

For one shirt cost, $650.00?

I felt like my mouth run dry, drier than the Sahara dessert.

This is ridiculous! I thought.

"If you're shy to dress in front of me, you can use Mr. Pallos' washroom, Yvonne." Natasha's annoyed tone interrupted me out of my trance.

"Er.. um..sure." I replied hesitantly.

"Here, try this first." she handed me a black polka dots buttoned down shirt, and a mustard yellow pencil skirt and a black pumps.

I hesitantly took it and walked to the luxurious washroom. I was too eager to get this done and just leave, so I didn't bother to look around the washroom that almost as big as our bedroom.

I hastily undress myself and put on the shirt first, then the skirt. I tucked the shirt in and look on my self on the big mirror above the sink. I barely used skirts since my old job doesn't require skirts. I need to be in my pants to feel comfortable.

And, to be honest, I like what I see in the mirror. An upgrade Yvonne. The skirt hugs my behind so perfectly. It just showcase my rounded behind.

My mom always says I have a good shape, but I never believe her. I always thought, mothers will always praise their daughters.

But, today, I may say, she's right.

I remember the shoes.

I put it on.

The shoes was too high, but it feels comfortable. It feels lighter and for some reason, I felt like it was made for me.

I carefully made a few steps to make sure I can walk with the shoes and not stumbled in front of Demetrio.

Wait? Why would I care?

I had worn heels before, but not as high as this one. The heels looks like 4 to 5 inches high.

I love how the heels made you feel. It feels like my confidence boosted up.

I never felt so glamorous before until now. I always envy my cousin.

She is a model and I never saw her in flats. She always wears glamorous dresses and killer stilettos.

She's always the apple of the eye when we have a family parties and I was always the left out. The wall flower.