dirty thought

CHAPTER 3:

Sarah’s POV.

I made my way past the entrance effortlessly drawing appreciative attention and glances at my beauty and style.

I had purposely worn a sheath yellow dress that accentuated my feminine curves. I wanted to make a bold statement as soon as I arrived, it worked.

The party was just as I had expected. Soothing music, friendly conversations and good wine to drown in the worries of the family drama that I have to face in less than forty two hours.

‘Illegitimate Billionaire's daughter finally surfaces!’ was all I could think about.

Taking the last glass of wine off the tray, I flashed a flirtatious smile at the man whose drink I'd just taken.

“Ladies first, don't you agree?” He wanted the wine, and I wanted him.

He turns to look at me with those piercing blue Sapphire eyes that could command my soul.

He looked breathtakingly handsome in his grey coloured suit and pants. He had his blonde hair brushed to the back highlighting his strong jawline.

My heart fluttered.

I had sighted him from afar and seized my chance the moment I caught him alone.

I knew my actions would leave him dazed and curious about me, so it didn't surprise me when he caught up to me and took my hand.

He spoke, his voice was exactly as I hoped it to be—Deep. Rasp. Smooth. And well articulate in his Aussie accent.

“Yes?” I turned around, eyebrows raised.

“Hello there, Miss, I'm Arlan, Arlan Reef. And you are?” His lips curved into a smile that made my ovaries water.

“Sarah Hilton. Come for your wine?” I teased, taking a sip while keeping my gaze steady on his.

Without faltering his gaze, he lowered himself and planted a kiss on the back of my other hand.

‘A proper gentleman, One point scored’

“Miss Hilton, You're new here, are you not?” He asks, still holding my hand.

‘Am I that obvious?’

“What makes you think so? Do you know everyone or should I say, women, to know who is new from who is not?” I slid out my hand from his, brushing his palm with the tip of my fingers.

He flicked an eyebrow, “As a businessman, I can tell just by watching closely. Let me show you what I mean. Look,” he moves closer beside me and leans in till our faces are almost touching.

My heart raced. His musky smell clouded the air around me and my breathing became soft and shallow.

“See that lady over there with a Monkey's butt hat? I bet you a thousand dollars she'd exchange pleasantries with more than two people in five minutes” His voice was a low, smooth rumble.

“Ok?”

And just as he predicted, three different people did act like she was their long lost best friend!

“How did you know that'll happen?!” I turned, finding myself completely thrilled by his brilliant sense of judgement, and unintentionally brushed the side of my face with his.

He turns to look at me in return. My heart skipped a beat, then quickened.

“ Because almost everyone knows more than a person here, except for you. I bet a kiss you only know either the bride or the groom seeing that you have an invitation. So who is it, bride or groom?”

My knees buckled, I stared down at his lips wishing he could just kiss me already. But I quickly return my gaze back to his eyes, keeping my composure.

“How can you presume so?” I asked in a low, soft tone.

“I can tell from the look in those beautiful eyes of yours. You look alone. A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn't be alone at a party.”

I cupped his chin, “What else can you see when you look in my eyes?”

“Careful now, Hun,” He purred, “Knowing too much can be very dangerous”

“By how much?.” My eyes fluttered.

“Enough that would leave you utterly dissatisfied and addicted. Now that I won, you do owe me a thousand dollars and a kiss, only that I am more interested in the latter.”

“Won?” I slightly raised an eyebrow, and my voice too. “I never agreed to your claim”

He smirked, drifting his gaze to my lips. “Too bad, I was really looking forward to it.”

“Tell me—”

“Arlan!” Someone called, stealing away his attention from me. He moved back two steps away from me and we both turned to the direction we'd heard his name. Two men walked up to him smiling happily to see him.

I took out from my purse a mini notebook and lipstick that I always carry along with me whenever I went, and scribbled down my number.

I carefully slipped it into his pants pocket and left the party.

Tossing restlessly on the bed, I waited all night for his call or text but I eventually slept off and woke up to nothing.

I started to grow impatient. ‘How slow could he possibly be to find a piece of paper or was I not appealing enough?’ It started to bother me. It has got to be that he is slow.

Curious to know more about him, I decided to stalk him on the internet hoping he'd be well known enough for me to find him.

‘Geez!, he really is famous’

“Rrewe Rene alheke akerte?” I tried to pronounce the name of a club showing vaguely in the background photos of one of his pictures on the internet.

“Hey Siri, look up the location of Rrewa Rene alheke akerte Club for me” I commanded, hoping I even pronounced it well.

It pops up and happens to be close to the hotel suite I was temporarily staying in to have some fun before going to my father's.

I smiled and got up to get ready for the club tonight.

Waiting patiently on the club sofa and vibing to Justin Timberlake's “Can't stop the feeling!” thumping through the bass system, I spotted him making his way through the crowded room to the bar.

Seeing him, I felt a sudden jolt of excitement and made my way to the center of the dancefloor where I knew I'd be visible from the bar end.

I began to sway my body to the music, swiveling my hips seductively to the rhythm. Watching from the corner of my eyes, I caught his gaze on me.

‘Good. Now come to me, Daddy.’

As if he could mind read my command, he made his way to me.