*A twisted Cinderella story, it is no where going to be similar as the fairy tale you have read or watched*
Golden soft silky dead straight hair, oceanic blue eyes, sun kissed skin and a brain just about equal to a genius that is the perfect girl in...
'Curiosity is the lust of the mind.' ~ Thomas Hobbes
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Chapter 5:The Golden Dinner
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Lust is a psychological force which produces intense desire for an object, lust can be taken in any form. Lust for sex, money or even power. A desire which is hard to make it go away, a force which can not be removed until the attention is shifted else where and the journey of lust continues. Lust comes from both male and female. Lust can be towards all three, unless one has two of the three objects but does not have one. My thoughts continued as I laid against the black leathered office chair, with a pencil in between my teeth as I looked towards the half opened curtain blinds where I was able to see his eyes focused on his computer.
He often combs his hair back in frustration, and gulps down a whole cup of water. I had been working here for two weeks since I came back from the prestige boarding school, I worked here four days a week, Thursday to Sunday. Where has his other personal assistant would work Monday to Wednesday.
I jumped at the loud deafening sound of the office telephone ringing, I bit my lower lips before bring the wired telephone to my ears.
"Apryl Williams speaking from King's Inc, How can I help you?" I spoke professionally, I grabbed my note pad ready to jot down the information needed.
"It is already Seven in the evening, would you like to come to a near by restaurant with me?" My eyes lifted up as I looked at Preston, his eyes had already found mine and I clenched my thighs together.
"Yes-I mean that would be wonderful." I smiled at him, he nodded his head and hung up. I watched as he stood up grabbing his blazer, instantly I realised we were leaving right now. Instantly I stood up, fishing my waist coat on my hands and grabbing my hand bag I hurried out of my office.
"Ape, I did not have the time to ask you but I hope working and going to university does not make you feel over bearing." Preston had given me this new nickname, I would have absolutely hated if someone else had called me that but for some reason the nickname coming out of his lips felt like a compliment considering an Ape is a type of an monkey.
"Absolutely not, I enjoy working here. I am able to gain so much skills and experience Preston, I really appreciate you doing this for me." I spoke my tone slightly sounding more seductive, I was unsure if he understood my motives or if he was good at ignoring it. We continued to walk towards the elevator, the lights closing behind us as we were the last remaining people in the building.
"There is no need to appreciate me. After all this also benefits me, Kamilla is going on a maternity leave soon I would have to already hire another personal assistant I just found the opportunity and I took it." He spoke whilst entering the elevator, it was one of the moment I hoped the elevator would stop working and I would be able to spend time with him. I just wanted one night with this man but with him being married, it was taking a lot of time.
"If you say so, Preston. But seriously, Thank you." I said taking the opportunity to place my hand on his palm, I awaited for him to remove my hands from his but when he did not a smile formed on my lips. When the bell dinged signalling it was time to exit, I removed my hands from his whilst walking out. The driver of Preston approached just as we took our last step, I slid inside first soon he followed beside me.
"Daniel, Take us to Il Mio Amor, which is down the street." Following the instruction of Preston, Daniel drove down the road and stopped in front of a restaurant which held many people. Slightly upset, hoping to have a time where it would be just Preston and I.
"Mr King, A pleasure to have you. I will get your booth ready." The man at the entrance spoke, as we entered the restaurant. The intoxicating smell of the Italian food made my stomach growl, I had not had a good meal ever since the death of Mother.
We silently followed the man, who took us upstairs which allowed me to look at the portraits which hung on the wall.
"Hope you enjoy your booth." The waiter spoke as we settled down, we were inside a dome which was held outside, there was a beautiful light in a shape of an candle which would flutter like an actual candle. The table was small just for a couple, a white cloth and a thin vase with a single red rose inside.
"This is absolutely beautiful." I whispered admiring the dome, we had our own which I was glad about as it allowed us to have our privacy.
"It is. I am impressed. What would you like to eat?" He asked handing me the menu, my eyes scanned the chicken section before it fell on one of my favourite dish.
"I have decided what I want. Have you?" I questioned placing my menu neatly down on the middle beside the vase, patiently awaiting for Preston to choose.
"Yes indeed I have." He spoke before pressing the button and instantly a waiter approached our table, he collected the menu and held a profession look with a smile. I watched as his eyes lingered over to me, his eyes clouding in lust intaking my body. If I was not with Preston I would have taken him to the bathroom as the waiter himself was not that bad looking, but with the man I wanted was before me I could not care for anyone else.
Hello sir and Madame, welcome to Il Mio Amor, I am Chris and I will be your server. Have you decided on what you would like to order?" Chris the waiter asked, I smiled politely at him whilst nodding my head.
"I would like your Italian special, with glass of wine." I spoke, my attention shifted towards Preston who's eyes were already on me.
"Chicken Alfredo, Some of your special salads on the side and instead of a glass just bring the whole bottle of your finest white wine of the year 1990." We watched as the waiter walked away after giving us a time of thirty minutes leaving us alone.
"Are you not young too be drinking?" He questioned amusement can clearly be seen in his eyes.
"It's just a age, which can not represent who I am, the most oldest person can be more childish and immature and the most youngest can be mature and smart." I spoke, He stared at me as if he understood my double meaning but when he diverted his attention I sighed.
