once in a lifetime

Chapter 2

travelign alot comes with few dissadvanteges too. the first will have to be jet leg of course. the second is the quick coming back to work. i can't afford being away for too long, and i had to beg my boss to approve this vacation. he agreed in one condition, charity gala exactly twenty four hours from landing back in London. i barely take myself off from bed at two pm to start to look like normal human being for tonight. David, my boss, couldn't stop sending me emails about this charity gala. our advertising office is the main publicist of the gala and he wanted "his best femals to make him more money" horny bastard. 

i make myself to the kitchen to home made coffee after ten days of sturbacks and find elizabeth and prince charming, hald naked prince charming may i add, eating cookies from a jar. 

"well well, good morning. or may i say good afternoon" dear lord elizabeth, be quiet is the first sentence that comes to my mind but i have to remember that i actually like her.

"defently good morning" i mumble and than remember the nudist with the cookies. 

"i'm Emma. nice to meet you" i give hime a brief hand shake.

"hola, mi nombre es manuel" he answers. great, let's go back fiftheen years in time to remember spanish class, or five from my last visit in spain.

"you can gossip as much as you want, he doesnt know a single word in english" elizabeth grining like a teenager.

"lap dancing and no english. wow elizabeth, or he's rich or he's really but really really good" i can feel my bitternest growes. be nice. emma.

"be nice, emma" how the hell has she done it, did i say it out loud?

"no, you didnt. i know you better than you think, darling" she's still smiling so i cant help but smile too.

"i just give him a ride to the metro and i'll come back to help you for the gala, coz lord help me you need it darling" she's already at the door by the end of the sentence so i cant manage to answer quick enough. i dont need to answer, i know she's so right.

by six o'clock, i'm dressed with my new herve leger new dress i bought in NY. it's little black dree, very tight with little clevege who seems hugh on my D cup's. the straps are close to my neck which shows i hard i've been working out latley. like i had a choise. sex?? no! GYM!

at 6:30 i hear my phone beeps with david's simple text "down, now!". OMG he's nervouse. it's gonna be along night.

"behave yourself, girls i mean it. dont fuck with me" i look at Nora, both nodding in our head as we enter the gala. the whole place is white, with massive emount of white and red roses. there's a big buffet on the end and waiters all over the place and so many people. i find my self a little corner to drink some water. 

"here take this" david gives me a glass of wine.

"no, thanx" i am not in a mode to drink anything/ i can barely remember my own name right now, my head is killing me.

"emma, i said dont fuck with me" david half talking, half shouting

"i'm so jet legged, please david"

"take this glass now or you wont be jet legged for along time" he barks and disappers in the crowd.

i pick up the glass and bring it to my lips. i take little sips, so david will see that im drinking and in the minute he's not looking from the other side of the room, i put it on a waiter trey. 

i moving around between people, do some small talks, smiling, nodding, barely listenig until i can feel someting on my back. i can feel it under my skin, it's a mix of pleasure and pain and most of all, danger. i can feel it all over my body now, my lower back, my legs. i can barely take it, i feel like i have no air, i need to get some fresh air. i turn around to see the source of this dangerous mix and there i see it. big green eyes staring at me, scanning my body from my face up and down my front body now. and than than our eyes lock and i know on this second that i'm in danger.