Madam Billionaire

Four

"Amara, he's on the line again. And these bouquets of flowers just won't stop coming! I'm getting scared, okay... I seriously think you have a very rich stalker on your ass!"

Amara just laughed on the other line, telling Peter to be a man, and forward all of her incoming calls to her mobile. It has been three days and he was either smitten by her or just wouldn't take no as an answer.

"I'm working from home until that crazy Italian stalker is bored with me. Oh and get me an escort agency for my date to the banquet tonight, tell them I want a sexy, clean-cut, thirtyish man, oh... and tell them it's a formal, so I need my Woody in a tux."

She giggles at the double-meaning words, making Peter groaned on the other line.

"You know what? I'll get you a Woody and get you off your sexless lifestyle. It's been months Amara, you need to get laid."

That was when it was her turn to groan making him laugh on the other line.

"Just fetch me the wood, and I'll get it done."

She hangs up after a few alterations to her schedule for the next few days. Then she was on her way to the spa thinking to get her relaxation in another way.

Her dearest beautician greeted her as she arrived at one of her favorite playgrounds.

"Lionel, how are you?"

"My beautiful Amara, it's me who should be worried. How are you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Oh honey, I give the best wax job in town, though I have several clients a couple of towns over. But so not the focus of our talk. Come, I have cleared my day just for you."

He ushered her to the private spa area reserved only for their most wealthy clients. She took me there a couple of times, but I was never a spa girl. Not like our Amara, where she could blend into the walls and sleep there while I would die of boredom waiting for them to do things to my body. I mean seriously how many treatments can one body take?

"Oh Lionel, you have the most delicious touch a woman can take." She moaned to him massaging her shoulder.

"See, that worries me, darling. You're beautiful, young, smart, and wealthy, yet you're still single. And haven't come to me in months, girl I'm worried..."

She chuckled at his words.

"I've been busy Lionel, work... oh yes, right there... damn..."

She let out another moan, while Lionel just smiles at one of his richest clients, knowing that these girls make too many decisions in their lifetime. He just hopes that she would live her life more, cause obviously, she was too young to surround her days with work.

It was five hours later when she came out of the spa, feeling sleek, energized, and primped from head to toe.

"Welcome Ms. Hamilton, your bouquets of flowers have been overflowing our lobby. What would you like me to do with them today?"

"Oh, Barry! I'm so sorry I'll let Peter know, and let the perpetrator sends these elsewhere. But take the most beautiful one to your wife for me. And you can send the rest to the nearest hospital and give them out to all the patients, hopefully, these will cheer them up."

She gave him her sweetest smile while he holds the elevator open for her, then sighed when she reached her floor.

She wanted to stay in for the night, but the charity banquet was one of her father's events and it was mandatory for all of his family to be there. That was actually the spa was for, to prepare her for tonight.