Lust in his eyes

9

Master

The woman bowed her head slightly accepting my presence. She had a professional look on her beautiful pale face which turned uneasy feeling on my abdomen. Her hair was combed back in a tight bun and she wore a black pencil skirt with a combine white shirt and black heels, shows her a fierce look. 

She held a sharp gaze on me. I could clearly sense that she wasn't happy to see me.

But why? I hadn't done anything wrong.

"Master assigned me to help you with your dress and makeup," She said as she picked the ball gown out of the box and handed it to me. "You'd better hurry up, Miss. Master is waiting for you," Her eyes had no emotion as she roamed her eyes over my body.

Master, master, master!

I had been hearing it all day.

Who the hell is he???

"Would you mind If I apply some makeup on your face, Miss?" I was in a complete daze that I agreed on everything she said, I didn't usually wore makeup though.

She started with my hair. My hair was long and silky. She used a curling tong to create loose rolling waves and let the hair open up my face. It was simple yet alluring. After the hair was done, she carefully applied some soft makeup on my face. I closed my eyes and let her do her job.

"You can open your eyes," I was almost asleep by the time she's done with my makeup.

I opened my eyes with a yawn which I quickly covered with the back of my hand.

She levied a glare at me. I smiled nervously and stepped over to the full-length mirror to get the full effect and was surprise at my reflection.

Is that me?

I looked beautiful. The makeup was flawless and perfectly parallel with my black dress. My lips were glossy with pink lipstick and eyes were gorgeous with dark mascara and eyeliner.

The sight was stunning. I was in awe and lost in my own little world.

I heard the woman making a noise to get my attention back to her.

She opened the door and waited for me to step out of the room. I was nervous all of a sudden.

Unease settled lean in my gut as the lady led me down the shadowed hallway, past couple of closed rooms.

"Who's the master you were talking about and Why am I dressed up like this?" I thrown a bunch of questions hoping to get answers from her.

She didn't say anything. She kept walking as if she hadn't heard me. I was angry and confused.

"Where are you taking me to?" This time my voice raised a bit.

She stopped shortly and shot an irritated glance at my side. She reminded me of my scary history teacher with that narrow eyes set behind a pair of small square glasses.

She pulled open the strong thick wooden double doors of a room and gestured me to step in.

As soon as I got inside the room, she closed the door, leaving me all alone by myself in a huge room. I breathed a sigh of relief loudly as I leaned against the door, placing my hands over my beating heart.

"Does she makes you uncomfortable?" I was startled at that familiar sharp voice of a man on my right.

I never thought I'd be happy to hear that voice.

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