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Her name is Denise.
In the next hour, she may go by a much softer name, like Eve.
Two hours after that, a kind name, like Diana.
But she'll always be Denise. At least to herself, she will.
Denise Adams sits completely still with her hands folded neatly on her lap, careful not to disturb the professional hairdressers and makeup stylists surrounding her.
Lennon, a well-built man and Denise's most favorite hairstylist of the crew, was busy adjusting a curly brown wig upon her head while someone else was re-curling a few parts. Three makeup stylists were applying makeup to her face while four others were getting her dressed into a fitted wine colored dress with matching heels and jewelry.
Everyone was rushing and scattering around. It was complete chaos. Mostly because for the tenth time, Denise was late to the transformation studio.
Any minute now, her bitch of an employer, Nova, will be arriving to chew her ass up and she was prepared for it. Like the last few times.
As blush was being added to her cheeks, Denise felt a cold hand come up and roughly squeeze her face. The strong stench of cigarette smoke hit her nose right after and she instantly knew who it was. Her eyes open and right away, gorgeous blue eyes were burning through her. She was faced to face with a very furious Nova.
"What is your damn excuse for being late this time?" Nova questioned with a raised brow. She looks her up and down."Hmm?"
"Traffic, Nova." Lennon answered before Denise could. Nova glances up at him and he adds."You know how crowded these streets can be during the afternoon; especially on a Friday."
She returns her powerful gaze back to Denise then aggressively releases her hand from her face, causing her head to jerk to the side. She was even angrier now that she couldn't blame or yell at her for not being on time.
She pulls the cigarette up to her mouth and observes her employee. Checking for any flaw, she finds one."No more, blush." She blows smoke from her mouth then turns and walks away while saying."We want her to look desirable, not like a cheap whore."
Denise softly exhales relieved and Lennon winks down at her. She returns a grin to him then sits back and waits for the glorious makeover to be over with.
Not too long after the finishing touches were made, Denise was placed into a limousine, along with four important members of her high class call girl crew.
Jonny, an armed, muscular, quick-moving bodyguard. Just in case anything goes wrong. Lois, a stylist that fixes any makeup or clothes malfunctions with Denise during the drive to their destination. Lonnie, a middle-aged man who handles the cash after the session. And last, Nova, the boss.
"We'll be around the corner, waiting behind the door of the fire exit." Nova informs Denise as the limousine comes to a halt. She tilts Denise's head up and hisses quietly."Don't screw this one up."
When have I ever? Denise thought as she retrieved her purse from Lois. She steps out the limousine then swiftly enters the luxurious hotel.
She goes into an empty elevator, presses the button to the fourth floor and waits patiently. A man then walks into the elevator at the last minute, presses the fifth floor button then stepped away and stood beside Denise. He was facing forward when his eyes slowly cut to the right and focus on her cleavage.
He grinned wickedly then fully turned to her and stepped closer."Hello."
She nodded with a small smile then looked down at her heels. Hopefully, she thought that gave him the hint that she didn't want to engage in a conversation. But she was wrong.
"I couldn't help but notice you and I have to say, you are gorgeous." He eyes her entire body.
She gives him the same smile."Thank you."
Why is this elevator taking forever? She thought, staring up at the bright lights.
"Tonight's my last night on my business trip and I was wondering..." He licks his lips and allows his eyes to slowly travel up and down her body once again."maybe you could make it memorable."
She scoffs, shaking her head then steps out the elevator right as the doors slide open.
She turns and looks down at the ring on his finger then back up at him."I'm sure your wife is very proud to call you her husband." She said with disgust.
"Come on, baby--" The doors slide closed, cutting him off. She rolls her eyes then proceeds to make her way down the hallway to room 1209.
When she arrives, she stops in front of a tall white male who was guarding the door. Without uttering a word, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a silver card with the name Scarlet on it.
He smirks, reading the card then turns and opens the door, allowing her to enter. Once she's inside, her eyes roam around freely, taking in the lavish details. She walks all the way in and sees the man she's there for, sitting in a chair, swirling a glass of champagne in his hands. Their eyes instantly connect and her lips lift up into a seducing smile as she saunters over to him.
She stands before him then strips off her coat and throws it to the floor. He rises up from the chair, wraps an arm around her waist and brings her up into a kiss. He breaks away, turns her around, and zips down her dress, allowing it to pool around her feet.
She was completely naked. Just how he wanted her.
His hands slide down her naked body and a soft sigh escapes her lips. He spins her around to meet his gaze then leans down and buries his face between her neck. With a quick motion, he picks her up and wraps her legs around his waist then pressed her up against a wall. Locked in a kiss, he pulls down his pants then dives into her.
