Diverting away from our usual Club fancy activities, the members and I had a meeting in the fourth floor this afternoon. All were present except one, Luca Vitalis, my half-Russian, half-American mostly MIA member. It didn't matter anyway if he is present or not, just as long as he gives us the information we needed to go on with our precious facade, that's enough.
I silently thanked myself that I was able to procure Daniella's new cellphone online and arranged it for Ian to give. Otherwise, if I hadn't done it earlier, I would have been uncomfortable sitting in the meeting which lasted for fucking five hours.
I need her to have it now since I plan to ring her early tomorrow morning. Since she is my personal maid, I would need her services the moment I open my eyes.
By the time the meeting ended, I quickly left the board room, crossed the foyer and glided my way towards the west hallway. I didn't intend it to suddenly pause in front of Daniella's door but I did, debating to myself on whether I should pay her a visit or not. Or maybe I should invite her to dinner.
It probably lasted for ten minutes standing there, but in the end, I didn't have the balls. I'm not like Enrique who could breeze his way into a woman, ask her on a date and get an instant yes.
I continued on to my room instead and in there, I luxuriate myself with the crisp cold air in the balcony and half a glass of brandy in hand.
Although it was a boring thing having no companion while looking at the night sky, I enjoyed it immensely. Like I said, I am no social man. This was one of the pleasures I always look forward to whenever another club confidential activity was solved. However, when I heard a dull knock on my main door, I raised a brow.
No one dared to visit me at this hour, or rather, no one even dared to visit me in my chamber. Unless... my new club member had the audacity to do it.
I grinned thinking that this night isn't going to be a boring night as what I first thought it to be.
"Is there a problem?" I snapped once I opened the door wide. I placed my elbow above my head, against the door frame to look like I disliked her intrusion.
"Yes, " Daniella said in monotone. Although she looked frustrated over something, she still looked beautiful in that simple faded jeans and white tee ensemble. "What is this?"
The new phone I bought for her came to view as she raised it in our front. She twisted her lips and waited for me to reply.
Testing her reaction, I said in sarcasm, "It's a cellphone Daniella. I think you are educated enough to know what that is and how it works."
Her eyes flared. Gotcha. "I know what this is! What I want know is why you are giving this to me?"
Huh, it seems she is a fiery vixen when provoked.
Releasing a sigh, I stared into her beautiful infuriated hazel eyes. "Come inside, " I ordered, turning away, but then she said, "Uh, no way. Answer the question right here, President."
I paused and looked at her once again. "Daniella, it is only proper that you do what your master tells you to do."
"You're not my master, " she rebutted quickly.
"You're my slave, " I retaliated. "You are bound to pass in and out of my room anyway. Why not start now?"
I believe she understood my point because she suddenly went silent, ashen and stiff. It looks to me that she could pass on as a vampire wannabe — the sexy, seductive one.
"Com'n Daniella, look alive, " I managed to say just to lessen the tension. "Come inside, I'm not going to fuck you."
I heard her release a low grumble, probably dismissing a certain word as just a joke and it was, well... at least while she was standing in my doorway.
I walked inside, leaving the door open for her to enter. One minute later, she did, and that, for some reason, made my heart jump and my eyes flare with desire.
"Sit, " I ordered when she strolled near a sofa chair in my receiving room.
My room is custom made to my liking. I don't like a dull living room so I had the interior designer make one for me that had a mini bar complete with blue neon lights on the wall outline.
Needing a quick distraction, I stood far away from her, in the corner of the mini bar next to a row of upside down wine glasses, my hand finding the glass of brandy I had left earlier before I opened the door.
"My number is on speed dial #1 if you need to call me, " I started whilst watching her sit with hands on her lap and feet close together. "But other than that, if I'm going to need your assistance, I'll ring you through that cellphone. You are expected to answer my call immediately."
I expected her to ask why, but she asked me this in the end, "Are you telling me to bring two cellphones always?"
"Yes, " I smirked, partly amused of her concern.
"That is just too bulky."
"Then why not transfer your data, your friend's numbers and messages to your new cellphone?" I quickly suggested. I always have a backup plan on different matters, especially hers. "I'll have Karl, the Club's Webmaster, do that for you."
Then, she shot me a questioning brow. "He can do that?"
"He can do anything, Sweet Rose." I left the bar counter and sat coolly in a sofa opposite her. "Now, what say you?"
I don't think she would reject my offer. For starters, the phone I bought was the latest Iphone model. No one would dare decline that over an old gadget, her included. Two, the phone was better, more user friendly, and with the fact that her old device's data would be saved in the new one, it was a great bargain.
"Fine, " she finally answered after a long minute of deliberating.
I thought so.
Curving a pleased smile, I said, "We'll go to his office tomorrow morning. You don't need to do anything with your old or new phone tonight. Leave it to Karl."
"Alright, " was her simple reply and then stood up, turning towards the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" I stood up too. Suddenly, I felt a tad bit of panic inside me when I saw her back.
"I'm going back to my room." Her brows furrowed as if she found my question odd.
"Stay, " I ordered in a firm voice.
"Why? My question has been answered, I don't think I need to stay here any longer."
"Warm my...bath first." I blurted out without a careful thought.
"Your what?" She looked surprised. "I believe you have a hot and cold shower, President. I don't think you need my services for that."
"I don't want a shower. I want to soak in my tub. It takes minutes for me to prepare it, but I have some work to do, so I'd like for you to set that up for me, " I managed to say without pausing.
Based on her facial expression, she was either taken aback or thought of my order absurd.
Then, I gave her a cold eye. "You are my maid, are you not?"
With that her normal fiery self returned. "Fine, " she huffed and placed one confident hand in her lovely waist. "Where's your bathroom so that I can get on with it. The sooner I do this, the earlier I get to leave this place."
In the back of my head, I was grinning with victory.
"There, past my bedroom, " I motioned my head to a white painted door. Inside it is my haven. The only place I can rest and clear my head of the many responsibilities dumped on me. It is also the only place where I dare not think of this woman else I might find myself aching for her in what all men calls a normal desire.
But how stupid am I now. I am only torturing myself even more by asking her to set up the bathtub. Even her presence in my room is a great problem already, but I knew of this since the beginning... in that moment when I blackmailed her to be my maid.
One thing is just clear right now with all of these mess in my head, it is just that I wanted her to be close to me that's why I halted her from leaving my chamber.
Without saying anything, I watched her open the door of my bedroom and strolled inside as if she wasn't even worried that it was a man's lair. She wasn't even worried that I could pounce on her, bring her to my bed and...
"Stop now Erik, or else you'll be in a tight mess, " I said to myself, releasing a frustrated huff thereafter.
I glanced at the clock, read it at ten past eight. It will be about fifteen minutes before she finishes setting up my bath so for the meantime I will just leave her alone and check on the reports my inside man had sent to me about Lotus Spade's recent activities. In my mini office across the receiving room, I entered, planning to wait until eight twenty-five before I check back on her.
Exactly 8:25 pm. No more, no less.
I quickly stood up from my seat, left my office desk, and raced to my bedroom walk-in closet to change into my bathroom attire: shirtless with a loose black pant.
I carefully opened the bathroom door just so she wouldn't jerk in surprise and found her back to me sitting at the third step of my elevated bathtub; one hand was dipped in the almost full tub and the other was under her chin.
She was muttering unintelligible words to herself, but in one moment, I heard her call me a bastard clearly. I had to smirk, finding her condition very cute and the fact that she was oblivious of my presence.
Looking at her and how her skin molded with the premium alabaster floor created a vicious tug in my restraints — a restraint that I have been tightening since I left her in a French hospital a year ago.
Shit. I had to clear my thoughts now or else both of our nights would turn out unfavorable.
"Are you done?" She speedily stood up and turned with a start at my snappy voice. Her eyes fell from my face to my naked torso and I swear I could see an interested, appreciative glint in there.
"Ye—yes..." she uttered, or rather sighed. She was momentarily lost.
I smirked, amused with her obvious reaction. When she saw it, her face blushed furiously. Blinking many times and taking a deep, deep breath, she speedily walked past me after dropping a heavy, "I'm leaving!"
It didn't take long when the bang of my main door was heard, loudly I should add. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and inwardly thanked myself that my torture is over.
Well, for this night at least...