Colours of the Night
Chapter 10
No Way!
"No. no. no!" Lily growled, storming away from her boss.
"Lily," he laughed. It was Wednesday morning and Lily had spent the past two days insisting she wasn't going to the ball with James.
"NO!" she turned to yell at him.
"Lily," he warned. After two days of non-stop yelling and arguing, he was beginning to loose his patience. He was the boss. She did what he told her, not the other way around. It strengthened his belief that he'd spoiled Lily all these years. This was a matter he wasn't willing to negotiate though. He was generally very collaborate with her and cared about her a lot. Sometimes she just made him so angry though. Besides he had to keep his employees under control. Lily was the girl he had the most trouble keeping to this though. Even though she was his favourite. He guessed he just loved her wild fire and also that the clients liked this when they had their way with her.
"Derek, I'm fed up of him playing my feelings about!" she snapped, raising her hands in the air.
He shook his head, "don't you dare let your personal feelings get in the way of your work. You promised they wouldn't. You can't do this job if you're going to have personal wars with clients…"
"But…"
"No matter if you're previously acquainted."
"Derek, please, I can't do this. I'm not strong enough," she said, drawing her hair back and twisting it into a bun. She then let it fall down her back.
"Enough! You will go to the ball, and then you'll go back to his apartment for the night." Derek commanded, "He's paying a hell of a lot of money for this."
She sighed. "Please," she tried once again.
"Sorry, flower, my word's final," he said. Why did she always manage to make him feel guilty? This was his business, she was the one rebelling.
They'd arrived in the lobby, where a very nervous looking Sirius was standing, gazing at the walls. He was holding a suit carrier, in which Lily presumed was a dress.
"Hi, Black," Lily greeted.
"Hello, Lilikins," he smiled. "Prongs sent this for you, and said he'd be here at six-thirty to pick you up."
"Okay," Lily said, resignedly. It seemed she was rather stuck going.
"Lily's very excited," Derek tried.
"Sure," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Even if you're not, Prongs is. He hasn't shut up about it all week," Sirius said.
"So what is this thing?" Lily asked, shifting her weight onto her opposite leg.
"James' mum is holding a charity party, ball thing," Sirius said.
"His parents are gonna be there?!" She cried.
"You make it sound like your truly dating and meeting his parents for the first time." Sirius laughed.
"No, it's not that. But don't you think it's a bit inappropriate taking a prostitute to your parents ball?" she asked.
"It's not my parents' ball," he laughed. "I don't go within a fifty foot radius of my parents ever."
"You know what I meant," she growled.
He gave her his 'beaming Sirius Black' smile. "Sure I do, Lils." He pushed a lock of raven hair out of his eyes. "It's quite common for rich people to take escorts to parties. Besides it's you." He said, as if this explained everything.
"Meaning…?" Lily asked.
"He'll treat you like his real girlfriend, if he was taking her to a party," Sirius reasoned.
"So…"
"Look, Evans, it's been nice talking, but I have to start getting ready myself," he looked her up and down.
Lily glared at him, whispering "vain bastard," under her breath.
It was still early afternoon, so Lily went for a brief nap before she started getting ready. She had reason to believe James would not be letting her sleep much that night. She fell asleep quickly and was soon dreaming of a certain dark haired man.
"Bloody gorgeous woman," he bent down against her form to kiss her. Their tongues entwined, James pinning her against the wall. The aroused heat continued to flow between them.
He pulled away from her and gazed into her green eyes. His hazel eyes shone with chocolate lust. He wanted her; there was no question about it.
He turned to walk off.
"James," she called.
He turned to look at her.
"Please…"
He nodded briefly, striding towards her. She grabbed him by the shirt, pulling his muscular body hard against hers. She violently kissed him, thrusting her tongue between his full lips. He placed his hands on the wall to keep his balance as he returned the kisses. His glasses pressed against her nose, the cold metal contrasting with the lusty heat of her skin. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips lightly against his. He pushed her harder into the wall and removed her camisole.
"Merlin, James…" she breathed, entwining her fingers into his dark hair.
He crushed her bare breast against his hand as she removed his shirt. He pulled her tighter into his embrace, kissing his way along her jaw and then down her neck.
She removed his jeans and boxers, before pulling off her knickers. She felt him settle against her and soon they were shagging against the wall.
She moaned deeply, while he murmured her name throatily. He felt so good inside her. With a final thrust he stepped away and grabbed his clothes.
"Goodnight, Evans," he said coldly, throwing his shirt on and buckling his belt.
"James?" she asked. Her thighs ached, and he was walking away from her.
He sighed, running his hands through his hair. It was time to get ready. He walked to his wardrobe and picked out a dark navy suit. It was the one that his mum said made him look older and more attractive.
Was he mad, he wondered? Taking Lily, a prostitute, to meet his mum and dad? He loved her, but she wasn't exactly wife material at the present. He sighed, changing his shirt.
He missed Lily, with every bone of his body. She was his love and he needed her with him.
Why had he walked away from her on Saturday? He'd had her backed against the wall, they'd been snogging. He should have talked to her or at least carried on kissing her. She was bound to hate him now. After he'd run off, like he had.
And then he'd ignored her last night when he went to speak to Derek. He should have least flirted with her. Perhaps they'd have started snogging again. He'd never know now.
He fastened his tie and straightened the bedcovers for when they arrived home. He couldn't wait, to take Lily to bed. He half considered skipping the party all-together and bringing her home straight away. He wondered what the limit was for the number of times a single couple could have sex in one night.
He put on his jacket and cufflinks and walked into the bathroom. He'd cleaned the house from top to bottom that afternoon. Lily was a tidy person and he wanted to make a good impression on her. If he was gonna marry her, she'd have to consider him as a worthy husband. He laughed at himself, husband? Yeah right, she wouldn't even date him. Bloody slut. Bloody club.
He checked his appearance in the mirror and put on a fresh coating of aftershave. He looked pretty damn good, if he said so himself. His hair was the tamest he'd seen it in ages and his chin was clean shaven, giving his face a nice smooth texture.
He finally decided he was ready, and went off to the club to find Lily.
"JAMES!"
She woke suddenly. What the hell was that? She had enough sex when she was awake, let alone creating more in her dreams. What was her dream trying to tell her? That she wanted to have romping sex with James up against the club wall?
Precisely…
Her conscience said.
'Shut up' she thought, looking up at the wall clock.
You know you do.
It was quarter to six and she only had forty-five minutes to get ready.
That was the problem; she knew she wanted to have sex with James again. But she wasn't willing to admit it to anyone other than herself.
She slowly dragged herself out of the bed, wondering what James was doing at that moment.
She changed into the dress. Tears floated in her eyes, threatening to fall. James had spared no expense. The dress was made of a fine red silk, which tugged at her curves in all the right places. It was decorated with a mixture of embroidered crimson roses and pearly beads and sequins. She slid into a pair of black heels that she owned. She then used her wand to place in tight curls that fell loosely down her back. To finish, she added a light layer of makeup and some deep red lipstick. Derek had always said that red lipstick had brought out a good contrast with her pale skin, and though she did not want to stand out that evening, she still wanted to look good.
She looked at herself, carefully taking in the appearance of herself as an escort. She imagined, for a moment, going with James as his girlfriend. He had his arm lovingly around her and continually kissed her cheek. She could imagine a lip-shaped mark where her makeup had been rubbed off by his lips, and then his lips going a tan-orange. The situation seemed amusing.
"Lily, Mr Potter's here," Derek said.
She nodded, brushing a curl back out of her face. She stood to face him, breathing her fears in to hide them from him. "I'm ready," she said.
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