After Hours

Chapter 4: Blow Me One Last Kiss...

"I don't understand why I have to go to this charity gala with you?" Destiny stood in front of the mirror, wearing nothing but her slip, glaring at the man behind her. Early this morning after she had to make him breakfast since his cook was at a culinary competition, he had sprung it on her. She had to be his date, otherwise their relationship wouldn't look real enough to convince the entire Miami social scene that they were more than lovers. Even though they hadn't made love as yet...in theory.

"Because cupcake, you are my woman. And that means that you get to get all dressed up and I get to show you off," She blushed, knowing it wasn't real but the way he had said it was almost sincere. He had called her over to his home with the false excuse that they would be working from his house tonight. That had not been the case.

"Now turn that frown upside down and let the team deal with you," He kissed her briefly on the lips, taking her hands in his. There was a team of stylist waiting in the other room, waiting on her to grace them with her presence. This was what it was like to be Alex's Hartford's woman. To be the mistress of one of the richest men in the country.

"I'm not used to all of this," He took her hand and led her into the powder room, prepared to leave her with the scary people. "Mr Hartford, thank you for the opportunity again. Your girlfriend is quite beautiful," The woman in charge commented, making her blush.

"She is isn't she?" He was playing this game too well. "I'll see you in a few minutes love," He kissed her cheek, leaving her with the crazy people. They plucked and preened her, transforming her from the tired,overworked mother, to someone that she hadn't seen in years. The woman who was staring back at her was as fresh faced as the day she had arrived in Miami,before meeting Jace.

"I think I can get into the dress without any help but thank you," The stylists left the room, leaving her gawking at her reflection. She slipped out of the robe, she was wearing eyeing the dress laid out for her. It was more beautiful than anything she had never seen in her life...had ever worn in her life.

She got it on somehow, grunting when she realized that there was a zipper that she couldn't reach. She swallowed her damn pride, held the dress up in front of her chest in case she flashed someone. She strode down the hallway, looking for someone to help her, becoming more pissed off with each step.

"I hate dressing up," She cursed under her breath as she struggled to hold her dress up, and hold the skirt up at the same time. Halfway down the hall, she saw him, wearing his tuxedo, looking like the black James Bond.

"You're going to the gala dressed like that?" He asked amused by her antics. If she moved her hands, he would get a nice early present of seing her ample breasts. The way his eyes lingered on that part of her body, made her blush so hard that her cheeks hurt.

"Can you stop ogling me for a minute and zip me up," She turned around, knowing he was now staring at her bare back. The only disadvantage of the dress was that she couldn't wear a bra, but she could get away with it. She always had a perky, ample bust, even after breastfeeding so sagging wasn't her problem. Her problem was that now he was ogling her, picturing her naked. At some point they would be intimate, but it had to be on her terms.

"What's the magic word?" He asked, holding the zip between his fingers. She growled at him, gasping when she felt his warm breath on her neck, as he closed the distance between them.

"Can you zip me up please?" She asked sighing heavily, needing to get away from him. If she blushed anymore, she would have a permanent stain on her face. She tried her hardest to remind herself what this was. It would only be a business relationship. If they got personal feelings involved, it would lead to a lot of hurt for the both of them. She had her child to think about in all of this; any decision she made would impact both of their lives, not just hers.It was his damn fault for making her want him...