I stand there frozen for a moment.
'he's showing me sympathy? He's planning to make me his maden. Well I guess that's better than being his prisoner, plus he's actually kinda fucking hot'
I think to myself before walking over to the shower, I've never had a hot shower before, at least, not one I can remember, the safehouse didn't have a water heater, so showers were always cold. Plus, the cubical was tiny, so there was no way to avoid the cold water once the water was turned on. I turn the hot water tap, and water starts pouring out of the showerhead, I reach my hand under the stream. It's warm, but soon becomes hot,
I start adding cold water until the temperature is to my liking, then I grab a pomegranite scented bodywash from the Bathroom cabinet, as well as a Coconut scented Shampoo and a coconut scented conditioner and a razorblade, and step into the shower, allowing the warm water to flow over my body, it feels so good. It doesn't sting because the water isn't freezing cold like I'm used to, i stand under the stream, one hand planted against the wall the brace myself as I lean, and i stay there for a while, before grabbing the bodywash, squirming some onto the loofah, and begin washing my body, watching the bubbles cover my body, it's nice to actually be able to lather up without the water instantly washing it away, once I'm all soapy I step back under the stream and let it wash the bodywash off of me, then I grab the shampoo, squirt some in my hand, and begin massaging it into my hair,
Once it's lathered up i grab the razor and sit on the bench that's installed in the shower. I begin shaving my arms, legs, and armpits, as well as my pubis. Shaving in freezing cold water was never fun for me so I would always do it out of the shower and end up with razor burns, but since I was in that damned safehouse almost 24/7 I only really needed to shave before dad sent me on a mission, but I had to do a quick job so I missed some hair. Once my legs, arms, pits, and pubis were done, I placed the cap back on the razor and stepped under the stream with my eyes closed, massaging the shampoo out of my hair, I then squirt conditioner in my hair and sit back on the bench for a few minutes, thinking about my new situation. I wonder if dad is actually searching for me or doesn't care about me. Actually, now I think about it he probably thinks I'm dead.
I step under the warm stream of water again and massage the conditioner out. I then turn off the shower and grab the towels, wrapping one around my hair and the other around my body. Stepping back into the shower, I neatly placed the bodywash, shampoo, conditioner, and razor I used on one of the small shelves in the shower. The other one has Jean's current shower items on it. He has a sandalwood bodywash and an orange and mint 2 in 1 shampoo-conditioner. As well as a razor, I'd assume it is for his body and pubis since it's in the shower.
I begin to gently dry my hair with the towel, then brush it out. I then hang up both towels and grab my new bathrobe, and put it on. It feels so soft and warm. I step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed for a moment. This room is 10 times bigger than the small room I had back at the safe house, and the bed is 2 times bigger than the small single bed I've had there since I was 6. Plus, I never had a walk in wardrobe. All my clothes were stuffed in a suitcase, and there were only a few things since dad never bought me clothes except for a few tops, hoodies, pants, bras, panties and socks I could wear at the safehouse.
I stand up and walk over to the wardrobe and admire the dresses. They are stunning. I see a black and red one that catches my eye, i grab it and place it on the bed, I also find a pair of long, black and red gloves, and put then next to the dress, along with some cute fishnet leggings for under the dress and some cute red and black heels. And. Black and red lace lingerie setm I put them all on, and I walk over to the makeup dresser and to the jewellery box, i find a gorgeous Choker, and put it on. I then style my hair and do my makeup. I look at myself in the mirror, for once I feel beautiful and not like a slut.
I begin to admire the view of the beach, walking out onto the balcony. It's gorgeous, I realise we are in Cape Town, Africa. The Beach is gorgeous and massive, and the water is a beautiful shade of blue. I feel the breeze on my face and smell the sea air. I've always wanted to go to the beach, I think I went there once with dad when mom was still alive, I would have been 5. I walk back into the bedroom and towards the door leading into the rest of the mansion, I open it, and outside is the bodyguard Jean Mentioned.
"Hello, Madame Lotus, I am Jordan, Master Le Chiffre has asked me to be your Bodyguard. However, he also told me to tell you not to worry, I won't invade your personal space, and won't be around you 24/7. I will instead be nearby, ready to keep you protected. By the way, Madame, you look gorgeous, if I may say, Master Le Chiffre is ready for you, shall we?" Jordan says, motioning me to follow him.
"Please, lead the way," I say, and begin following Jordan as he leads me to Jean in the dining room, where an apparent feast has been prepared.
YOU ARE READING
The Bet Is Final|| A Le Chiffre x Original Character
FanfictionLotus Bond is the 24 year old daughter of MI6 Agent James Bond. One Mission, James takes Lotus with him, thinking his mark will be distracted by her body and beauty, but things go wrong, and he ends up betting her off to one Le Chiffre....A Private...