To all those who still believe in love, romance and the power of imagination. BELIEVE!
Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love tonight, I'd hazard death tomorrow. – Excerpt from Passion by Charlotte Bronte
"Tell her to get her skinny ass over here, right now," I fumed!
"I already told the sadistic bitch to be here at 08H00 sharp but apparently her broom ran out of bitch juice and the delivery truck broke down as well," Dave, my very flamboyant, gay assistant said.
"And that is my problem, how?" I angrily railed.
"You know baby, if you paid me more and gave me a proper allowance at Armani, I could always make it my problem," Dave cheekily replied.
"Oh sod off you ass, when last did I fire you?"
"Well let me see, two, three, nope, half an hour ago," Dave again.
"You know Dave, one of these days I might just stick to my guns and not take you back again, even if you cry, beg and kiss my feet."
"Honey, you don't have a chance in hell to survive without my artistic flair and stunning personality. People all over the world are vying for my attention and expert opinions."
"Well, now that you mention it, I did see a fax on my desk requiring your presence in Osama's new hideout. It seems like he needs another lesson in megalomania with a dash of "I want to rule the world" thrown into the mix. Don't you ever get tired of carting around that inflated ego of yours?"
"I am soooo sorry if you can't seem to grasp the fact that I am excellent at what I do, your royal pain in the buttness. Besides, my ego is not the only inflated appendage on my super hot body and you know you love me and all my super sized bits, Gaby, now don't you?"
"Lord, spare me the drivel and get on the phone. I need the last shipment of antiques, pronto!"
"Yes mistress and just out of curiosity, what did your last slave die of?" Dave inquired.
"Dave, I got a huge problem and....."
"Well honey, I can't fix your personality, sorry!"
"Oh just bugger off you idiot."
Yep, this is my life. Full of fun and games and orchestrated by Dave the gay guru renaissance fairy. Dave and I met at university and since then, my life has been one continuous rollercoaster ride stopping quite frequently at Lunacyville. My name is Gabriella or Gaby as my friends call me and I started a very exclusive Interior Design Studio when I got my degree, using my generous inheritance. I am twenty nine years old and have basically lead a very charmed life, except for the death of my parents and my estrangement from my best friend Dare. My business is flourishing and I have to give Dave credit, since employing him, profits almost doubled. He has a certain flair when dealing with potential clients and always seem to know exactly what they want. Call me crazy, but I am thinking of making him a full partner, but please don't tell him yet. Okay, enough about business, idiots and fairies, let me tell you about my current predicament.
Did I just say enough about idiots....?
About the estrangement.... So, when my parents died when I was twenty two, and Darius or Dare for short, whom I haven't seen in four years, came home for the funeral. He is five years older than me and currently owns a very successful fast food chain. I opened the door to a bronzed, blond god and couldn't believe that it was my best friend. Enveloping me in his strong embrace, I just cried, not saying a word. Very relieved to have someone taking care of all the arrangements, I just coasted along until after the funeral. Dare had to return to his new business and we spent the last evening together, reminiscing about the great times with Mom and Dad, he used to hang out at our place regularly and we sort of adopted him. He was the brother I never had. Well, what do you know, I predictably started crying again and Dare pulled me onto his lap to comfort me. After a while, I could feel Dare's erection pressing against my thigh and I started to get up. Not going into details here, but Dare tightened his hold on me and started kissing me passionately. To be honest, I loved it and returned his advances with fervor. I felt his hand skimming over my body and touching my erect nipple and that is when it struck me, I am about to get naked with my best friend, my almost brother! Hell no, this can't be happening. Wrenching myself from his lap, I screamed for him to take his perverted ass out of the house and that I never wanted to see him again. He did try to contact me after that but I just ignored his overtures. I haven't heard from him in the last three years although I see him from time to time on the arm of a model or actress in the society pages. Honestly, I actually do miss him and this is where our story continues.
Dave averted certain disaster by dealing with the broken down truck dilemma and we finished the decorating job on time and mucho grandé client satisfaction. Back at the office, things returned to normal, at least our kind of crazy normal. Dave was his biting sarcastic self and I dodged prospective clients. The reason why our working relationship succeeds is because Dave reels in prospective customers and I make their decorating dreams come true.
"Gaby, what would you say is your ultimate dream decorating job?" Dave asked.
"Why?"
"Just asking."
"Uhm..., you know what I dream about Dave, but okay. I would have to say having carte blanche to restore and decorate a bona fide Victorian mansion and authentically landscape the gardens. No clients breathing down my neck asking for a red and green dining room vomit explosion and bitching about time and budget constraints. Yeah, in a perfect world, that would be my dream job, but alas, no fairy godmother anywhere in my near future. Why do you ask?"
"Well, no reason really but do you have a ball gown and glass slippers, Cinderella?" Dave smirked.
"You know Dave, I told you to lay off the thinners, it is slowly eroding what little brain cells you have left." I replied.
"Tsk, tsk, my little dominatrix bitch boss from hell, you know you should not sexually excite your employees by all that nasty talk. I might just decide to sue your ass." Dave said.
"The only way that I will ever be able to sexually excite you is to strap a twelve inch dildo to my forehead and follow you around on my knees. Not a pretty picture if you ask me, but hell, who am I to complain? I am all for my employees job satisfaction."
"Ooh wee, is that a promise, Cruella?"
"Cut the crap Dave, I have decorating dyslexia to perform for a grunge Andy Warhol lover of obscure antiques. Don't have time to shoot the shit with you now."
"Well okay then, I suppose that Hartman & Pole will love to have a bona fide, no holds barred Victorian mansion revamp. Ciao Chica." Dave soberly replied.
"Huh, what are you talking about, you nut?"
A dreamy expression appeared on Dave's face. "Oh, just that I had a Greek god client who wants us to do exactly what you would love to do. He just bought a rundown Victorian mansion and wants the full treatment, apparently, money is no object. And, I think he might just be gay as well because he asked to work with me, exclusively. How much do you love me, eh?"
Jumping up from my ergonomically correct, back ache inducing chair, I hugged and kissed Dave to within an inch of his life.
"You beautiful, crazy fairy, how did you make that happen?"
"Oh it was quite easy. The client asked to deal with me and that you do the designs and decorating. He loves your style and my expert opinion. He has just one condition, total anonymity. I will present all designs and ideas to him and he will provide us with an open bank account to spend as we choose. You think you can live with that?" Dave asked.
"Are you crazy, I would kill to have that job." I bubbled
"Well, as long as I'm not the intended victim, feel free to kill whomever you want. Do you think we can go check out the property this afternoon? I told MR. X that we might have a few ideas for him in two days time."
