Chapter 3: 3 ~ He's really sexy
"Hurry up, Hannah!" - the witch scolds me, so I hurry to finish the last dish for the gala.
"Here you are." - I hillock the silverware on a tray, and then give them to a waitress.
There is tension in the air tonight: I spent a quiet day until four o'clock
in the afternoon.
I have never hated preparing dinner, but tonight it was very awful, even if I was helped
from the other cooks: I cooked for more than ninety guests, or maybe one hundred and ninety, as I was told.
As soon as I realize that I have just finished, a smile breaks through my lips and I take off the
apron, exalting.
I can finally enjoy the party.
"Where do think you're going, miss?" - one of the cooks catches my attention.
"I want to say hello to Uncle Gordon and congratulate his son." - I shrug.
"Forget it! Employees can't go upstairs today!" - he gives me a dirty look.
I am very perplexed:
"But how? The maids can do it!" - I protest, I had also prepared a dress for tonight, but she makes me understand with an annoyed tone:
"Could they get the food another way? "
I snort, then turn my back on her.
Before going out I go into the closet next to the kitchen, and then throw the dirty apron into it.
Damn it! I really thought I could have some fun today and get rewarded for all the work I've done to feed thousands of people.
As soon as I reach my room, my eyes are captured by the long dress resting on the bed. It's so beautiful that I couldn't help buying it as soon as I saw it in a mall in Plymouth.
I bite my lower lip, then run a hand through my hair.
What if ...?
What if I sneak in for a few seconds, just to watch what's going on right now
upstairs?
I would like to convince myself that it's not quite the right decision, but as soon as I do, slow music
spreads throughout the villa, which make me bite my lip again and close my eyes, but after few seconds, without thinking twice, I decide to infiltrate Uncle Gordon's guests.
I know that he will not get angry, and I will try not to let anyone see or recognize me, or at least I'll try not to make a fool of myself over there.
I'll be a civilized person, at least tonight.
I stand in front of the mirror and try to make myself unrecognizable: I pass from one foundation to another and
from a lipstick to another, and then complete my work of art by wearing the elegant black dress.
I love to be elegant, to be appreciated by cultured people, but only for the outward appearance, also because
I would never be able to behave politely.
I slam the door behind me, avoiding locking the key, and then walk slowly up the stairs.
Luckily I don't meet any waitresses, since they're probably already serving upstairs, and I reach the salon, but as soon as I look around
I remain speechless.
I've never seen such a marvel before: I must remember to berate Gordon for not
ever having invited us to parties like this, even though I know my father is not a big fan of them.
Lowering my eyes I notice some guests looking at me sideways, then I bring my handbag to my face not to
get noticed and walk away from there:
I feel uncomfortable among these tall and thin women: they look like models, but they are all the same,
skeletal and... blonde.
It feels like being in a shop where Barbies are sold, and the only exception is me.
My wavy hair is very long, it reaches my waist, but I would feel remorse to cut it, I wouldn't recognize myself anymore, even though it is becoming more and more difficult to manage them.
And they are also brown, unlike the gold-haired Barbies that surround me.
I move among them, looking the guests in the face one by one: I would say, with a high probability rate, that
all the women in this room are Edward's exes.
Most likely this is his prototype of the ideal girl:
"Good evening!" - I jump in hearing a male voice behind me, then I turn slowly, hoping
not to meet people I know.
But as soon as I do it, I am amazed: a Greek god appears in front of me, a Greek god in
jacket and tie, tall, lean and blond like a Hollywood actor.
I am in love with every single Hollywood actor, aged forty and under.
He looks at me deeply with his dark eyes, and then gives me a breathtaking smile: he holds out a hand
forward, inviting me to grab it and greet him as I greeted the old woman as soon as I came to this villa.
He laughs, in a way that almost gave me an orgasm, then greets me as I should have
expected: by putting his plump, rosy lips on the back of my hand.
"Good-good evening, uh!" - I stammer and clear my throat- "Good evening!" - I repeat trying to recover.
"You must be the new image of our company."
It takes me a while to understand his words, because I get lost between his lips.
"Um?" - I ask, and I'm pretty sure I'm drooling right now, but he keeps talking:
"I was told you were very beautiful, but I didn't imagine so much." - I blush violently,
while I lower my hand kissed by him: I will not wash it for the next twenty years!
"I'm Edward, the director of the E&U fashion company, nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine!" - I hasten to say.
So he's Gordon's famous son, and now I understand why he's famous.
"Tomorrow I'd like to invite you to a business dinner, if that's possible. Here, in this house."-he says after admiring me for few seconds, but as soon as I realize his words I come back to reality:
"No, you're wrong, I'm not ..." - I start to explain, but suddenly he cuts me off again :
"I won't accept a rejection." - he turns his back to me, after giving me a last strange and amazing look, and then goes away with his elegant air, leaving me a void
in the stomach.
What just happened?
Without even realizing it, I stop a waiter and then steal a glass from her tray.
I take it down in one gulp without even knowing what it is, but when the liquid reaches my throat,
I feel a strong burning, which forces me to cough: Negroni, my nightmare!
By now, however, it is too late and I have already swallowed the cocktail.
Actually, alcohol has always had the opposite effect in my body: when I get drunk I'm much more serious and
reasonable, while sober, well, I'm not such a normal girl.
At least that's what people I know say, but in my opinion it's the others that are too formal instead.
"I absolutely have to talk to Uncle Gordon." - I mutter to myself.
In fact, I would never have the courage to go talk to Edward. Or lie to him.
He's really sexy, polite, judging by those few words we exchanged.
How did he take me for a model, and as the image of his fashion company? Did he
see my huge ass? I have wide hips and I can't help it if I like carbohydrates.
I can compete with the Kardashian sisters, I would definitely win against Chloe.
As soon as I see him in the distance, I raise my hand to get Gordon's attention.
Many of his guests turn in my direction: I just raised my arm and called my uncle out loud, what did I do
so strange?
Instead of looking at me with a critical expression like the others, he approaches smiling, then opens wide slightly
the eyes:
"Hannah, my daughter, you are beautiful tonight." - at first I think he is saying it just to compliment me,
but I notice that his expression does not change, so I blush slightly.
"Thanks, uncle. I wanted to talk to you."
"Tell me. " -he gently sais, greeting with a smile some of his friends around, but I avoid mentioning the fact that tonight his employees wanted to stop me
coming to the party and get straight to the point:
"I met Edward before, but he mistook me for the new company model. Could you tell him that
am I just a cook? You know, I feel a little uncomfortable in his presence. "- I explain, hoping to be understood by him, but he suddenly takes a mischievous expression, and then turns to look at his son already far away.
He move his eyes between me and him for few seconds , then starts talking with a smile in his face:
"No." - he limits himself saying, raising his chin.
"You said what now?!"
"No, on the contrary, I'll call the real model and tell her she is fired." - I widen my eyes at his words.
"How? No! Why?"
"Sorry, I can't hear!" - he raises his voice slightly, as he walks away pretending not to hear.
I try to follow him, but I am interrupted by someone that grabs my shoulder.
I turn annoyed, only to meet Ethan's bored expression: "I want to commit suicide in this
moment. I have to let off steam with someone. "- he says, while I look around in search of his father.
"Go to Carl!" - I advise him.
"Who are you looking for?" - he looks around, imitating me:
"By the way, you are to be raped tonight." - he winks at me, while I just roll my eyes.
"Too bad you're telling me that." - I reply.
"Why? Isn't it a compliment?" - he makes an offended face, but I tilt my head, leaning one
hand on his cheek.
"No."
"Why?" -he lifts his chin.
"Because you are gay." - I shrug my shoulders.
"Bisex" - he precises, making me laugh soon after.
I needed a bit of a distraction right now, and Ethan is a great help to me.
"Do you want a cocktail?" - he invites me.
"I've already burned my esophagus tonight, thanks anyway." - I decide to clarify everything tomorrow night with Edward,
so I return to focus on the party and try to take my thoughts away from his piercing eyes.
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