The Offer (Justlena/Jelena)

Chapter Two

When Selena drove down a driveway that just kept on going, she felt her heart begin to flutter more frantically in her chest. She craned her neck to look around at the beautiful landscape of the Bieber estate and then up at the huge stately home before her which looked like it had come straight out of some historical movie; the sort where women wore corsets and long dresses and danced in the arms of handsome men in grand ballrooms.

She'd dressed up for the occasion, even though she was only there to exchange details with the man. She'd put on a cream chiffon blouse that was unnecessarily see-through and a bit too low-cut and an even tighter pair of black jeans that sat low on her shapely hips. She decided to pair the outfit with her favorite pair of leather stiletto ankle boots. Her wild curls were kept loose tonight and they perfectly framed her heart-shaped face, which she'd kept mostly natural except for the dark red lipstick. Now she felt overdressed and wondered if Justin would pick up on her blatant attempt to be noticed by him.

Selena parked her car at the base of some beautiful marble steps, wondering where on earth else she was meant to park it, and then climbed up to two great oak doors with heavy brass knockers. She knocked a few times and was surprised to find that it was not Justin who answered, but some kind of butler in a smart outfit, although why should she be surprised? Justin was obviously a very rich man.

"Good evening, Madam," the butler greeted her in a professional, but friendly voice.

"May I send the valet for your vehicle?"

The guest was hesitant to hand over the keys to her car as she wanted to be able to make a quick exit if necessary, but she didn't want to seem rude or uncultured and so she reluctantly handed over her keys, bottle-opener key ring and all.

"Very good, Madam," the butler smiled.

"Allow me to take you through to the dining room. Mr. Bieber is waiting for you."

"The dining room?"

"Yes, Madam. Dinner is about to be served."

Selena didn't know what to think. Was she interrupting Justin's dinner or was he expecting to eat with her? She let the butler take her coat and followed him through the great, luxurious house towards the dining room, although it was more like a banquet hall. Selena looked around in amazement at the high ceilings, the long mahogany dining table and the expensive artwork on the walls. Justin had changed his outfit too and was now wearing what must have been considered "casual wear" for an evident billionaire. He was wearing dark trousers and a light blue shirt that complemented his fair skin and hair. He stood up when he saw her enter and Selena half wondered if he was going to bow and what on earth she'd do if she were expected to curtsey.

To her relief, Justin didn't bow, but strode across the room confidently to shake her hand and invite her to sit down at the table, which was set with two places. He pulled a chair out for her and she sat down uncertainly.

"I didn't realize this was a dinner date," she said doubtfully. "I'm really just here to sort out the car."

Justin waved away her concerns with a dismissive hand gesture and sat down at a right angle to her at the head of the table. He leaned forward on the table to look at her intently. He had a persistent, charming smile on his face, which was throwing Selena off a bit. He should have been furious that she'd damaged his car, but, then again, she supposed a little dent and a few scratches were nothing to a billionaire. She wondered what game he was playing to lure her here for a surprise dinner and she felt herself flush again as he looked at her with hungry eyes. Of course, she couldn't deny that she was burning with attraction for him, too, but she was the one who'd just given her keys to the valet and had nowhere to go. Justin seemed to sense that he was making her uneasy and so he leaned back into his fancy dining chair and observed her more casually from a distance.