Chapter 4

As I packed my stuff up for the day and got ready to leave the office, my brain was going a hundred miles a minute. I conjured up many scenarios in my mind of how exactly I was going to seduce Andrew Churchill.

Eventually, I developed a step-by-step plan. The first order of business was to have him see me not just as his daughter’s childhood friend, but as a woman. Not just any woman, either. He had to see me as a mature, confident woman. Someone worth getting to know on a deeper level. Someone worthy of his love.

The very minute work was over, I hugged Danielle goodbye and rushed out of the building. I had to get home as soon as possible to prepare for tonight’s dinner. There were outfits to be chosen, hair and make-up to be done, and by God, there were hearts to be won. I had to wear something sexy but sophisticated. Something that would make him want to bend me over the table, yet wholesome enough to have him wondering why.

I rushed through the doors of my flat and headed straight for the bath. I didn’t have time for a long soak, but I wanted to relax in the water for even just 10 minutes. Excitement and trepidation mingled inside me, causing knots to form within my stomach.

After my bath, I got to work on finding the perfect dress. I settled on a black, backless, mid-length number with a high neckline. Though it concealed my breasts, it hugged my waistline so tightly that the mounds on my chest looked at least two times bigger. The fabric gathered again at the part of my back where the muscles of my ass started rounding out, leading the mind to imagine all sorts of erotic things. My heels were barely there. Two thin straps wrapped around my toes and my ankles, with an arch so high that one bad step could surely break an ankle. They sparkled the same colour as my jewellery, platinum or white gold. I didn’t quite care.

My make-up was flawless. It was so light that you could see the texture of my skin peeking through, but it almost looked airbrushed. There was still a lot of dimension, and a natural glow that made me look lit from within. My lips and cheeks held subtle hints of rose, and my eyelashes looked long and thick without looking clumpy or dark.

I took a final twirl in the mirror before heading out the door. One of the family drivers, Matthius, was waiting for me outside, and as soon as I emerged, he opened the door to the back seat and wished me a good evening.

“Good evening, Matty”, I responded as I climbed into the car, and the door shut beside me.

I sat in the car in comfortable silence, anxiety and excitement still palpable in the air around me. Soon, the car entered the gates of the Churchill estate and pulled up to the grand entrance.

Matthius stepped out of the vehicle and held the door open as I exited, then escorted me up the few steps that led to the front doors. As if sensing my arrival, the large doors opened, and the butler, Mr. Stafford, stepped out to greet me.

“Welcome, Miss Anderson, please follow me to the dining room. Mr. and Ms. Churchill are expecting you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stafford. It’s good to see you again. I hope that you’ve been well.” I responded.

“Oh, quite well, Ms. Anderson. Thank you,” he said curtly.

Mr. Stafford stopped as we entered the dining hall and ushered me in with his two hands. Bowing slightly, I continued entering the hall, and there on the large table, three places were set up. Standing at the head of the table was Mr. Churchill, while Charissa stood to one side of him. On the opposite side of her was an empty seat at the table reserved for me.

The moment his hazel eyes met mine, the knots in my stomach became tighter. I noticed his eyes slowly move down, roaming the length of my figure, before quickly rising back up to meet mine. He then averted his gaze suddenly and cleared his throat with a deep, guttural hum.

After clearing his throat, he beamed, “Good evening, Amy, it’s good to see you again. I was just starting to think you weren’t going to turn up.”

“Good evening, Mr. Churchill, Charissa, I’m sorry if I’m a little late, I simply couldn’t miss the chance to come by -catch-up- you know? Especially after you told me how much Charissa misses me.” I quipped.

Charissa’s jaw dropped momentarily before she quickly returned to a neutral expression.

As I rounded the table to get to my seat, Mr. Churchill pulled the chair out. Then, as I lowered myself onto the chair, he helped me adjust it, like a true gentleman.

“Amy, remember what I told you this morning. Please, call me Andrew”, he reminded me.

“Ah, yes,” I answered, placing my hand ever so gently on his as he sat down. “Thank you, Andrew.”