Chapter Three
Isabella leaned over the sink, her pink tongue peeking out as she concentrated on using the iron to turn her brown waves into delicate curls. Because her hair reached down almost to the curve of her ass, using any sort of contraption on it took ages.
And a lot of patience.
Sure that each lock of hair was in place, she set the iron down on the counter before carefully pinning back the front pieces.
Isabella then focused on her face.
She began with foundation. Just a light stroke. Many told her that it was unnecessary in the first place. Perfect, clear skin. They said.
A light layer of blush over her high cheekbones. She didn't think anybody could deny her paleness.
She carefully lined her lids with black, just a thin streak. Her brown eyes, already so large on her face, suddenly became even more pronounced.
With a touch of mascara to her lashes and gloss to her lips, she assessed her entire face once more.
And she could see why they desired her.
She was still plain, after all. Something that they could turn into whatever fantasy woman, or perhaps real woman, that they wanted. They didn't have to acknowledge the girl who she was, or maybe had been. No. They could make her into whatever they wanted.
That was her role, certainly.
Isabella pulled on the flimsy, black, lace panties first and then the matching bra. After buttoning up her pearl blouse, she slid her charcoal grey skirt up, over her hips and ass, so the edge settled just over her belly button, blouse tucked in. She carefully zipped up the side, sucking in her gut in the process.
Exiting the bathroom, Isabella took a quick glance at the clock on the microwave before hurrying to the foyer and slipping into her black, peep-toe heels.
Grabbing her small purse, she swung out of her apartment, down the short hallway and out the main door. Coming out into the warm, Seattle sun, Isabella was thankful that her parking spot was so close.
She had no desire to perspire, ruining her carefully painted face and expensive clothing.
Beeping the doors to her BMW open, she slid onto the leather seat, immediately turning the air-con on to cool her overheated skin.
Even after two years, driving such a car was not something Isabella could get used to.
MA~TWIW~MA
Isabella pulled out into the midday traffic, reminding her worried self that she knew exactly where she was going.
The transition from small town to big city was awkward, to say the least. Driving in Seattle, with its multilane freeways, roundabouts, and highways, was something she still hadn't achieved ease with.
Fortunately after only a short drive towards the heart of Seattle, Isabella maneuvered into a metered spot, emptied her purse into it, and quickly entered the restaurant just a few yards down.
The hostess, in her skimpy black dress, fried hair, and dark, thick makeup, smiled blandly before asking her party.
"Mr. Black. Table of Two." A voice behind her answered.
Isabella could already feel the heat coming off of the man who stood much closer to her than polite society would accept. He placed a hand on her hip.
"Mr. Black!" Isabella admonished him, quietly.
"Shh, shh." He replied, grinning when she turned to face him.
With his salt and pepper hair, weathered coffee skin, and balding scalp, Mr. Black appeared to have seen better days. But the tailored, expensive suit he wore with ease and the straight, confident stand he adopted begged to differ.
Playfully holding out an arm, he waited patiently for her to take it.
She cautiously did.
They were led by the bored hostess to an intimate table, encased by three walls, near the back of the restaurant.
After sitting down, Isabella widened her eyes when he moved to sit next to her, not across from.
But she knew his game, after all.
He remained perfectly polite as the pair perused their menus, Isabella settling on mild penne pasta.
It was simple to eat and wouldn't leave her with bad breath.
Or a harsh-tasting mouth either.
Once their server had taken their orders, Mr. Black ordering sirloin steak, Isabella tuned out his actions, if only for a moment, and looked around.
She had never been to this particular restaurant before.
But of course, she made a point of never coming to the same restaurant twice. It would be unpleasant to be seen in one place with so many men. Certainly the men would not be very happy to receive questioning glances from staff.
The whole arrangement was supposed to be kept secret, undoubtedly.
The walls of the restaurant were painted a deep plum, interspersed with chocolate beams and demure paintings. Tall booths were built in, and various levels throughout the place gave each seating area an air of privacy. The servers looked sharp in their crisp, white dress shirts and black pants. All of them in their late twenties or older.
Isabella knew this place was quite expensive, and tried to force herself to fit into the role or hell, even the age range of anyone here.
Giving her head a diminutive shake, she directed her focus back on Mr. Black. Where it should have been anyways.
He was smiling politely once more at her, his entire frame turned in her direction.
And Isabella knew the game he wanted to play.
MA~TWIW~MA
Carefully, she turned, bumping her knee to his.
"Sorry!" she whispered, on a harsh intake of breath. As if that simple touch had left her reeling.
His smile turned gentle, and fingers found their way to her knee. Rubbing gently, he shushed her once more and leaned in closer.
"Isabella…" he breathed. "After all of the coy looks you give me at work, all the times you just happen to walk by my office or be in the break room at the same time as myself…you really want to play all shy now?"
Isabella looked down, playing carefully with her fingers. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, Mr. Black. I'm just your employee, after all."
But she did, of course.
William Black was CEO of one of the largest investment firms in Seattle. His office was at the top of a fifteen story building; all dedicated to his company. He had more power and money than he knew what to do with.
He was king of the castle.
But the fact that he had an attraction to many of his young, female employees, many of whom kissed his ass day in and day out but he could do nothing with, caused him a slight…inconvenience.
One that he could not be happier to fill with Isabella.
Each time they had met the scenario had been slightly different. At his penthouse. At her apartment. Once even at his office where she worked as a substitute for one afternoon.
She knew, however, by how Mr. Black began their lunch "meeting", that this time was supposed to be the first time. That Mr. Black wanted to seduce, to capture.
Which was easy enough to act out for the naturally shy, quiet girl that Isabella was.
When their salads arrived, Mr. Black began eating with enthusiasm, pausing only briefly to watch as Isabella tentatively took a first bite. Once the food caught her focus, he carefully slid his hand up her thigh, as if absentmindedly, playing his fingers along the skin as if a stringed instrument. Isabella kept her attention on the salad, but her hand shook ever so slightly.
She took slow, careful bites.
His hand tightened. Wanting more.
Putting her fork down, Isabella turned to face him, a questioning look in her eyes.
And it was honest.
What does he want me to do?
He grasped her chin suddenly, like a hawk seizing its prey, but softened his fingers almost immediately. Slinking his hand up, along her cheek so that he cupped her from chin to temple, Mr. Black let out a deep sigh.
"I'm sure you hear it all the time, Ms. Swan, but you are very pretty."
A blush, as if on command, coloured her cheeks.
"And look at that lovely pink," he sighed once more, sweeping his thumb down her cheek, stroking her bottom lip.
Isabella sucked in air.
But it didn't deter him.
The hand that had previously been on her thigh wondered higher, over the fabric of her skirt, and swept up and down, from hip to waist.
Meanwhile, his thumb pushed gently on her lips, and at her gasp when he suddenly stroked the underside of her breast, it popped in her mouth.
"Suck, Isabella," he whispered.
Looking directly up into his eyes, she did.
A/N: Part two of this hopefully out tomorrow.
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