"You're not going to believe where we have been invited," my excited husband shouted as soon as he walked in the house.
"Whoa cowboy," I giggled when he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor and kissed me.
"Mr. Nobles secretary called me this afternoon and said you and I are invited to dinner at his home tomorrow at 7 p.m. She even emailed me directions to his home and said it was semi-formal," smiling like he just won the lottery.
"Why would he invite us," I nervously questioned, "out of all the hundreds that work for Majestic? You've only been there a couple of months, when have you ever even met him?"
"Never look a gift horse in the mouth babe," he laughed, "sometimes fate works in our favor. Remember how I mentioned in my phone interview I would need my wife to be able to find a teaching job in order for us to relocate to Austin. Next thing we knew you received an offer from Stephen Austin Academy. That's fate!"
"Yeah I guess, it's just everything has happened so fast, first you're receiving that call from a recruiter, then me getting an offer out of the blue for a teaching position I had not even applied for. Doesn't that seem strange to you, and now you're getting invited to dinner with the CEO of the company."
"Come on Evelyn, lighten up, so we caught a few breaks, can't we just be happy and enjoy ourselves," he mumbled, sad that I was not excited.
"Your right, we both deserve some good luck, I know you were not happy with your job back home, though it was nice having our families close. But what the hell am I going to wear to this dinner," I finally grinned nervously.
"That's the spirit, we will leave now and go out and grab a bite to eat, then go shopping and find you something sexy to wear," he laughed and hugged me.
Saturday evening......
Sliding my feet into my red 3" heels, I looked into the floor length mirror that was a wedding gift from my grandmother. At least I thought to myself I didn't let my husband talk me into buying that little black dress. The red sleeveless dress didn't show any cleavage, but still it was shorter than I would have liked. A little snug around the hips and butt, so I had opted for a red lacy thong in order not to show any panty lines.
"Wow, you look gorgeous," my husband smiled and hugged me from behind. "I'm looking forward to getting you back home tonight and taking that off of you."
"Finish zipping me up," I giggled as he nuzzled my neck.
I reached back and pulled my long hair out of his way to finish zipping me up. I was wearing it long and straight instead of a pony tail which I usually wore it in. A final touch up of my makeup and I was ready as I was ever going to be, meeting a billionaire CEO.
Getting into our 2 year old Camry, we started out using the directions they had provided and the car's navigation system. Thirty minutes later we were getting off the interstate and taking a road that wound through scrub brush and rocky terrain for a few miles until we came to 111 Lakeview Drive. A large gate stood in front of us, with a guard shack next to it and a guard came out and approached us.
"Name please," he gruffly asked.
"We are the Andersons," my husband proudly stated.
"Yes Sir, I have you on my list, just drive on up after I open the gate and park on the right side of the circle drive."
"Wow, it must be nice having guards protecting you and your property 24 hours a day," I laughed nervously.
Finally reaching the mansion in front of us, we parked in the area on the right as directed. It felt embarrassing parking our Camry next to a Mercedes, BMW, and Lexus ES.
"Babe," I squeezed my husbands arm, "I hope I don't embarrass you, I'm so nervous meeting your boss, and it looks like a lot of other rich people."
"Oh shucks honey, they put their pants on just like us, one leg at a time," he chuckled.
He was acting brave, but I could tell he was a little nervous after seeing the mansion in front of us and all those expensive cars. We were both way out of our league.
When the door opened a butler, like you see in the movies was standing there greeting us like royalty. Hanging on to my husbands arm we followed the butler back through the house, me almost tripping from not paying attention looking around at the amazing home.
Next thing I knew we were greeted by a beautiful woman introducing herself as Lilly Noble. "Welcome to our home, I'm so glad you could make it, I'm Lilly," extending her hand.
I didn't know if I should kiss her hand, or curtsy. Finally I reach out my hand, "Thank you for inviting us, I'm Evelyn," I mumbled like an idiot.
"Yes Ma'am, it's our honor," responded my husband grinning.
"Well let me show you into the den where everyone is waiting, dinner will be served in about thirty minutes," she said.
Leading us into a huge den we met the other guest. I was so nervous I couldn't remember their names, hoping my husband was doing a better job. They were all handsome, muscular men and their wives equally gorgeous. Two of the wives were much younger than their spouses. When I met Mr. Nobles I felt a strange sensation as he shook my hand. He was a distinguished gentleman, there was something about his eyes, and I was so nervous I blurted out, "I'm Evelyn and so happy you invited us."
"It's a pleasure having you here, Evelyn," not letting go of my hand for a second, as his gray eyes surveyed me. "I've been looking forward to seeing you. Can I get you a drink, perhaps a Vodka tonic, you look like a Vodka drinker," he smirked.
"Why yes thank you," I murmured, my voice almost a whisper. My hand felt sweaty when he released my hand, plus my heart was racing. There was something about him nagging in the back of my mind. Just nerves from being around a billionaire I told myself.
I looked around Jim was over at the bar in the corner of the room with Eric I believe his name was, acting like the guy was his best friend. I was standing there like an idiot, thank God Lilly rescued me.
"Come, let's have a seat over here so we can talk, Charles will bring your drink to you," taking my arm and leading over to a large maroon leather covered couch.
The couch was not only beautiful, but the leather was so soft and comfortable, I could imagine what it would be like to curl up on it and read a book, surrounded by beautiful expensive things. My thoughts interrupted by Charles handing me my drink.
"Here you go Evelyn," his voice is low and husky, emphasizing Evelyn.
Another tremble ran through me as I looked into his eyes taking my drink. "Thanks, how did you know Vodka was my usual drink?"
"Oh you just remind me of someone that likes her Vodka," he chuckled. "You're in capable hands, I'm going to visit with your husband for a minute," nodding toward his wife as he walked away.
"Tell me about yourself Evelyn, how did you and your husband meet, what's your favorite movie, what hobbies do you have," she giggled and leaned close, "I'm nosy like that," she grinned.
She made me feel comfortable and as I sipped my drink I started relaxing and enjoying our conversation. We were interrupted when it was announced dinner was ready and we all moved to the dining room. Name cards were placed by each plate, indicating I would be sitting next to Charles at one end of the table, and Jim next to Lilly at the other end.
The meal was Caesar salad, followed by Filet Mignon, Roasted Potatoes, Brussels Sprouts along with a red wine. Lilly kept the conversation flowing smoothly, and I noticed she nodded at the waiter attending us, to refill Jim's wine glass when it was almost empty. After the Vodka tonic, to keep from embarrassing myself I was cautiously sipping my wine.
I was nervous and only spoke when I was directly asked a question and had to respond, mostly I just listened and nodded or smiled when it seemed required. Better to keep one's mouth shut and be thought a fool, then to open it and be known a fool was my philosophy.
"More wine my dear," Charles asked with a sly grin, "or would you prefer another Vodka tonic?"
"No thank you I'm fine," I mumbled, "and the meal was wonderful."
"Wait until you try the dessert, I think you'll be pleased with it," he leaned in and I feel his warm breath on my neck. Making me shutter.
"Henry," Charles called the waiter, "you can serve the dessert now."
My mouth watered when we were served Chocolate cream pie, it had become a favorite of mine. The first time I had it was on spring break when I was in college. After finishing it I wiped my mouth with the cloth napkin in my lap, then finished off my wine.
I smiled at Charles, "That was a perfect ending to a really excellent meal, thank you."
"You missed a spot," he smirked and used his forefinger on his right hand to wipe the corner of my mouth and showed me a small amount of chocolate on the end of his finger,......he smiled and stuck his finger in his mouth and licked it off. "Hmmm..good."
I know my face blushed while watching the intimate act, and not knowing what to do or say, "Th...thanks," I stuttered.
Glancing down at the end of the table to see if Jim had seen what happened, he was cheerfully talking with Eric Gomez. Lilly was watching me and just grinned and continued her conversation with Maria Ricci.
Tony Russo saved me by bellowing, "Charles you still have any of those fine Cuban cigars?"
"Sure let's all go in the den and have an after dinner drink and enjoy one," pushing his chair back, "ladies come join us," making it sound like a command.
Back in the den the men all gathered at the bar while Charles played host and fixed drinks for everyone. "Here Jim try some of this Rittenhouse Rare Single Barrel 25 year Old Rye whiskey, it's only $,1500 a bottle," he laughed bragging.
Trying to be one of the guys he eagerly accepted. Soon they were puffing on expensive cigars and downing whisky neat. All that was going on and Lilly was keeping me occupied with the other ladies, and feeding me more Vodka tonics.
When Lilly tried to get me to have another drink I told her I needed to use the ladies room. I could feel a good buzz when I went to stand to follow her out in the hall, and she led me to a door she opened that looked like an office. Thinking she made a mistake, when I stepped into the room I looked back at her, she just smiled and said, "This is the closest one here in Charles office, right there," she pointed at a door across the room.
"Thanks," I replied and went through the door, and hell it was bigger and nicer than the master bathroom in our home. It had a shower and all, not just a toilet and lavatory. Pulling the bottom of my dress up I did my business and was just getting up and washing my hands when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
