Victoria rolled off her stomach and stood up, searching for her sad little torn black dress. She heard the bathroom door open, so she quickly shielded her naked body, using the remains of the dress as a towel. Nic strolled back into the living room, completely in the nude. Victoria tried her hardest not to stare. He seemed so comfortable being naked in front of her. Of course he would be, she thought. He's probably nothing more than a male slut, himself! She was sure if she stared long enough, she could find something wrong with his body, but from this angle, so far she had nothing.
She watched as he picked up his shirt, underwear and pants and put them on. He grabbed his jacket from the bar stool and removed his keys from the counter. He walked to the door, turned to look at her for a few seconds, then walked out.
Victoria couldn't believe any of this had happened. She realized she had done something she could never take back. For a few moments, she hung her head in shame. If she were on the outside, looking at someone like herself, she would have the worst thoughts. There she would see a scared, young black girl, with smeared lipstick, torn dress and dried come stains on her ass...absolutely pathetic.
She slowly trudged to the bathroom, turned on the light and stared at herself in the mirror. She had done that same thing less than two hours ago when she was safely at home...and now look at her. How much of her pride and dignity had she just sacrificed? And for what price? She shook the horrible thoughts from her mind. She turned on the shower and closed the door. The shower was large enough to fit at least ten people...and the expensive looking shower head projected the water out in a massaging manner. She leaned her face against the cool tile and cried. She didn't even bother wiping the remains of her mascara from her eyes.
After her shower, Victoria grabbed a pair of white cotton shorts and an old burgundy shirt with the name of her father's restaurant on it. At least she was able to stop by her apartment before she entered hell. She had rushed in so quickly, grabbed a few items and left, all before her mom and dad woke up. She figured they would be worried about her, but she just couldn't tell them what had happened or what she had agreed to.
She sat down on the couch and tried to turn the flat screen TV on, but there were three remote controls and she couldn't figure out which turned on what. After a few minutes of wrestling with the confusing system, she gave up. She grabbed a bottle of water from his refrigerator. She scanned the loft and walked over to the large balcony that overlooked the city. Maybe she could find a good spot to jump. While she was playfully pondering what her body would look like splattered on the pavement below, she looked up and out at the city. The view was breathtaking. She turned back around and looked inside. If his loft looked like this, she could only imagine what his house looked like.
Victoria went to the kitchen and picked up the slick cordless phone. She dialed a number and chewed on her fingernail until a familiar voice answered the other line.
"Hello?"
"Hey mama," Victoria said.
"Vicky, it's so late. Where are you?"
"Um, mama, I can't tell you that right now, but I'm okay. I just wanted to let you know I'll be away for awhile, but I'll still try to send you the rent somehow, okay?"
"But, where are—"
"I have to go. I love you, bye," Victoria rushed and then clicked off the phone. Soon exhaustion took control of her body and she yawned. Victoria refused to sleep in his bed, so she grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and covered herself in the large reclining chair near the balcony doors and fell asleep.
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Nic had to get out of there. He didn't know this girl, nor should he give a shit about her, but he found himself wanting to turn the car around and go back. Explain his behavior to her. What the fuck was wrong with him? Nic had to floor the pedal all the way back to his house. If he had slowed down at any moment, he would have gone back. And fuck if she wasn't the best lay he had experienced in awhile. His body physically craved to be with her again. Inside her. He wished he could have made her come, but he was more determined to prove his point. But the fact that she had been into it, made him smile. She had wanted to come. Next time...he'd make her beg, he thought with a wicked grin.
Later that night, Nic lay in bed thinking of her. Victoria. What was it about this girl that made him anxious to see her again? He loved that she really didn't seem to know how attractive she was. She had probably spent most of her days in large shirts and khaki pants, which was the uniform at her father's restaurant—if he remembered correctly. Probably one of those girls who wore granny panties and large unflattering shirts to bed. Comfort was more important than style to her. Nic found that so refreshing. He didn't know many women like that. Actually, he didn't know any women like that. But all this time, she probably didn't realize what a fucking unbelievable body she was hiding. Well, he sure as hell knew now, and he wasn't planning on letting her forget. Damn. He started getting hard again, just thinking about it. This was going to be a long night.
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"Aahh!!!" Victoria screamed, as she fell out of the reclining chair and hit the hard floor. The loud thumping that had startled her out of her sleep grew even louder. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Then she turned toward the door. Someone was knocking loudly.
She tiptoed to the door and glanced through the peephole. It was Raymond, Nic's security guard, pounding on the door. Victoria definitely had some issues with this guy, but she sighed and opened the door anyway.
Raymond stared down at her. "Mr. Andretti wants to see you at his office and he said that you wear this," he stated flatly, while handing her a shopping bag. She didn't recognize the language on the outside of the bag, but it looked French. She reached in and began pulling some of the items out. First was a lacey light blue bra and matching thong. She wanted to gag. She reached back into the bag and pulled out a soft white terry cloth robe. The material was very thin and it was very short. Like something you would wrap yourself in after getting out of the shower...only much shorter. Would probably just barely cover her ass. She dumped the bag upside down, and found a pair of really high thin strappy high heels that hit the floor. But that was it. No actual dress or pants or anything like that. What the fuck? Did he forget he ripped her dress to shreds last night? She stared up at Raymond whose facial expression hadn't changed. He kind of reminded her of a more handsome version of Lurch from the Adams Family.
"I'll come with you, but I'm not wearing this," Victoria said, stuffing the items back into the bag. Raymond rolled his eyes and walked out. Victoria grabbed her purse and the bag of 'clothing' and followed him.
On the ride over, Victoria took in the scenery. It was really a beautiful neighborhood. She wondered where his office was located. Raymond finally pulled up to a large house, actually a mansion, and pressed a code into the keypad in front of the closed black iron gates. Victoria noticed that the security cameras were following them. The large gate opened and the car pulled forward until it entered a garage. Inside the garage were several expensive looking cars. It looked like a showroom. Victoria could hardly believe that she was here. This was the type of image you see only in movies.
Raymond opened her door and led her into the house through a side door. Victoria was speechless. It was modern, yet looked as though a lot of the artifacts belonged in a museum. He led her up a huge winding staircase and then further down another hallway. Finally they ended up in front of a large oak door. For some reason Victoria was nervous. Raymond knocked on the door and it opened a few seconds later. The guy that she recognized as Jimmy, stuck his head out. He turned to her and looked her up and down. She realized she probably looked crazy with her old outfit on, accompanied by last night's makeup and her hair in a wild looking ponytail. He chuckled and opened the door for her to enter.
Inside the large room were a fireplace, several bookshelves and large pictures of Greek looking God's and Goddesses. She scanned the room and saw Nic sitting behind a large desk staring at her. He was wearing a crisp white shirt and black dress pants. His hair was smooth and shiny, like he had just gotten out of the shower. His eyes...were beautiful. And cold.
"Have a seat, Victoria," Nic said. "Jimmy, can you call Raymond back in here?"
"Sure, boss," Jimmy answered, as he walked back out in to the hallway. A few seconds later, Raymond appeared at the door. "Yes, sir?"
