Vaughn

6.

Shawn had planned it out; he was never going to take 'no' as my answer. When we arrived to his place the make-up and hair team was already preparing for my arrival. Shawn explained he had taken care of everything, all I needed to do was let the team do their work. As for attending the charity event with him, his family was aware of my job as his personal assistant but the rest of the guest were going to see me as his plus one.

As I took a seat, Shawn explained to the make-up and hair team he wanted me to look natural. I don't ever wear anything over the top, besides eyeliner and my eyelashes, eyeshadows are something I wear on the weekends, not for work. As for my hair, I kept it straight since it was less time consuming. These last two times have been the only time he has seen me bare face and I feel self-conscious about it.

"I am going to be downstairs in my office," he let me know. I simply nodded and closed my eyes, letting the two girls do their job.

The make-up artist finish first and she did an 'okay' job; the make up was not special. It was a basic soft brown eyeshadow and gold glitter eyelids with a red lipstick. I could have done my make-up on my own. On the other hand I was impressed with my hair. The hairstylist had did soft inward curls, which complimented my face structure. It was a different look—one I was happy with.

"Mr. Nyguen asked me to let you know your dress is in the white bag in his closet as well as your heels," Amanda, the make-up artist said.

"Thanks," I walked into the closet and the bag was hanging over his casual attire. I unzipped the bag and my jaw dropped a little as I took in the dress.

Shawn had picked out a simple a-line satin black dress with a high slit. It was beautiful; even the red black bottoms were gorgeous. I had never dressed this glamorous for the charity events. This was too much for me. It made me feel special being able to dress like this.

"I placed your phone and wallet in here," Amanda said giving me the black handbag.

"Thank you," I sighed out, admiring myself again in the mirror. I was still surprised Shawn nailed my dress and shoe size. It was clear he had some help or he had been snooping around more than he admits.

"Wow, you look great." Shawn voice caused me to yelp in surprised. When did come into the closet? "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"You're fine. What do you think? Do I look more like your 'plus one'?" I teased him.

He leaned against the doorframe, nodding. "You look great," he said again. It seemed like he had more to say about my look, still he chose to keep it to himself. "Come on we have to head out."

I tried keeping up with Shawn's pace; with the heels and the long dress, it was hard to. You'd think he be a gentleman and offer to help me down the stairs. Nope. He walked down the stairs while he was on his phone, while I had to grab onto the railing and pray not to trip on the dress. Shawn didn't care I was behind him or notice I was struggling. He waited patiently inside the elevator. I can see why he chooses not to date—it isn't his thing.

I could have asked for his help, but, he asked me if I was capable of doing the job—it means doing all of this on my own without him interfering.

Let's just hope I don't bust my ass.