If the Shoe Fits

Chapter 2

Ella

I snuggled under the cool sheets, smiling at the silly dream I'd had last night. Imagine me in the back of a limo with an incredibly hot man, doing unspeakably hot things to him over and over again. It's a nice dream, but I'd much rather keep company with Ben & Jerry they don't judge you. I pulled the sheets up to my nose and snuggled deep in the pillow, maybe if I get comfortable in these silk sheets I can get back to my dream.

I sat up, quickly regretting it as my brain felt like it was playing ping pong inside my skull. The room was dark and cool; as I looked down I could see the beautiful red silk sheets on the massive four-poster bed.

"Where the hell am I?"

"You're in the penthouse, can I get you anything?"

I jumped at the voice across the room, sliding ass overhead out of the bed onto the floor. I grabbed the sheet and covered myself as a woman rushed to the bed, and held out a hand to help me.

"Are you okay darling? I didn't mean to scare you, I was trying to clean and not wake you."

"I'm fine, I think..." I wobbled and was caught by two strong arms as she slid me back to sit on the bed. "Okay, maybe a little hung-over."

"Here, sit still I have a perfect hangover cure." I watched intently as the shorter plump woman walked off, her dark hair scattered with sparks of silver and her walk hinting at someone who was on her feet a lot. She stopped and turned to smile at me, the laugh and smile lines on her face lead me to believe she was a woman full of life.

I looked around the fancy bedroom as I listened to her clinking bottles in the kitchen. It was decorated immaculately, very posh yet manly.

So this is Armani's penthouse? I wonder how many women have ended up in this bed?

"Here we go doll, it tastes nasty but you'll be right as rain in a few minutes trust me."

"Do you make this for him too?"

"More than I'd like to." She laughed as I cringed, held my breath and opened my mouth to drink.

I swallowed hard, closed my eyes and drank it fast. I thought it was coming up for a quick second until she grabbed my hand and spoke to me again.

"Open your eyes, and breathe. It tastes awful, but if you close your eyes the room spinning will make it come back up."

I looked at my guardian angel; she looked like she could be my grandmother if I still had one.

"You've drunk it too?"

"Just last weekend, unfortunately."

"What's in this stuff...?" I said belching a horrid smell that made my eyes water, and my stomach lurch.

"You don't want to know." She said laughing as she took the glass from me, then handed me a large glass of water. I sipped slowly and looked out the large floor to ceiling window. It was a sunny and beautiful day, I'm late.

"What time is it?"

"Half past ten I think."

"Oh lord, I'm really late I have to get dressed and get to work." I looked all around the bed, parading around in my bra and panties as I looked for my dress.

"It's not here; he had me send it out to be dry cleaned and repaired."

"Repaired from what?"