Chapter 11

Rhea POV

I leave the boutique with my bag. Jackson is waiting so patiently. I don’t think he really minded waiting. He opens the car door for me and takes my bags. He closes the door and secures the bags in the trunk of the car.

I take out my phone and text Damien
*I am sorry it took longer than I thought it would but I bought the perfect thing to wear tonight and of course I needed shoes*

He responds rather quickly * I cannot wait to see you in it. Be safe*
I cannot wait for him to see me in it either. All black and it shows plenty of legs. This is going to be a great night for the both of us. No business all pleasure. I can be a responsible adult tomorrow. I think I will close my eyes and nap until we get there. I curl up in my seat and drift off into a deep sleep.

I wake up and Jackson is at my door. “My lady we are here. If you are awake I am going to open your door,” he says.

I scramble to pull myself together. I did not know how tired I was. I guess my body required some sleep. I grab my phone and put it in my purse. I straighten myself and fluff my hair. Hopefully that little bit of makeup I had on survived the trip.

I get out of the car and patiently wait on Jackson to bring my bags. He walks up with them and leads the way. We head into the house. “If you will follow me I will take you to your room,” He says.
I follow him up the stairs. We continue down a long hallway. Odd how Damien has everything decorated in so many flowers and gold. Not something a typical man would choose. I think of him as more having a gothic style taste but it seems I was wrong about him.
Jackson opens the door to a bedroom. He takes my bags and sits them down on a bench beside my bed. He hangs my dress bag in the closet and places my shoebox beneath it.
“If you need anything my lady please let me know or one of the housekeepers,” he says.
I nod that I understand. Right now I can not even fathom this room to say thank you to him. Damien has really outdone himself. There is not one amenity missing from this room. I cannot believe this is all mine.
The bed is huge and when I touch the bed it has the softest mattress I have ever felt in my life. There are tons of pillows, a comforter, a fluffy blanket, and extra blankets. Oh shit, I forgot my comforter. I will have Tyler bring it to me. I cannot sleep without it.
There is a small fridge, an ice maker, a wine fridge fully stocked. He has set out wine glasses. There is everything I could possibly need to make a drink if I wanted to. Bar glasses, cokes, liquor, damn does he think I have a drinking problem, or is he planning to get me drunk?
The desk has a laptop and a desktop for me. Everything I need for work. Pens, notebooks, flash drives, another phone, and a credit card laying on top of the phone. Besides the phone is a set of keys. One key says house and the other says car. He got me a freaking car. I thought he would have someone drive me everywhere I needed to go.
The door opens to my room. “Knock Knock, May I come in?” Damien says.
“Come in, It is your house,” I say.

“Rhea I will never enter into your personal space without permission. I wanted to make sure you have everything you need while you are here. If I missed anything let me know,” he says.
I shake my head at him. “I think so, but I have not checked the bathroom yet,” I say jokingly.
“Trust me. I ordered everything I thought you might need. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body sponge, lotions, body sprays, towels, and a new hairdryer. If there is anything else you need. Let one of the girls know and it will be picked up for you,” he says.
I have to see this. I go into the bathroom. It is ridiculous. He has gone way overboard. He even bought me feminine products. How embarrassing! I cannot believe he even thought of such a thing. Creepy and embarrassing. Maybe not creepy he is just looking out for me.
“Damien, you really did not have to do all of this. I can buy my own personal items,” I tell him.
“Nonsense, I want to take care of you and every little need you have. No matter what the need is. All you have to do is ask,” he says,
He means it too. “I am going to take a shower and get ready for our dinner date. What time do you want to go?” I ask him.
“Let us go at seven. I will call and have the balcony reserved for us only. Only if seven is okay with you. I have no other plans tonight except you,” he says.
“Great. I will be down by 6? Is that enough time?” I ask.
“Perfect, I look forward to our night together,” he says.
“Me too. I cannot wait for it,” I say.
Damien leaves the room . I find myself wanting to lay on the bed and masturbate to his smell. That man has an aroma that almost makes me come on myself. I have turned into a slut in the last twenty-four hours. What the hell is going on with me?
I unpack everything carefully. I cannot believe how little I brought with me. Considering how much he has provided with me, I guess it is a good thing. I still can’t comprehend the fact he went so far out of his way for me.
I gather up my makeup and take it into the bathroom. I start putting a few things away. I really don’t have time for this right now. I will worry about it later. It is ridiculous to try to unpack now. I have a dinner date to get ready for.
I turn the shower on to let the water get steamy hot. I undress and grab the new sponge he bought me. I unwrap it and grab some shower gel off of the shelf. Strawberry mango sounds perfect for the occasion. Behind the shower gel are lotion and body spray to match. Who is this man? He couldn’t have done this. He definitely had one of the ladies pick all of this up.
I step into the shower and let the hot water run over my body. This is heaven. I don’t think the water ever got this hot in my apartment. I wet my hair and grab the shampoo. WOW! He got that good stuff. I shampoo my hair. This hair is ridiculous. I rinse out my hair and apply conditioner. I let it soak in. I grab the shower gel and soak the sponge in it. I scrub my body.
As I am scrubbing my body I think about Damien. He is so sexy. I have to control myself at dinner tonight. When I am with him I want him. He has an unbelievable effect on me. I rinse the conditioner out of my hair and rinse the soap from my body.
I step out of the shower and grab one of the huge fluffy towels to towel off with. I wrap a towel around my hair. It is going to take forever to dry this long hair. I have got to quit daydreaming and get ready. I am so excited about tonight and spending time with Damien.
I exit the bathroom into the bedroom. I grab my long dress bag out of the closet and lay it across the bed. I lay the shoes beside it. I take the new matching black bra and panties and lay them beside the dress. I hope these shoes aren’t too much.
I look at the time. I need to hurry. I rush back into the bathroom to towel off and then quickly dry my hair with my new hairdryer Damien got me. I bump up the sides and top of my hair and pin It in a high bump on the top of my head.
I grab my makeup and begin to apply it. Should I wear the dark makeup? Yes, I believe I will. I know he likes it. I meticulously fix my makeup. My hair and makeup are perfect. Nothing is out of place.
Now for the dress. I pull it out of the bag and slip into it. Long black and a slit up to my legs. How Damien loves my legs. I slip into my heels. I hope I can stay on my feet. I walk over to the full-length mirror and look at myself. Wow. I look amazing.
I walk down the steps to the main floor. As I walk slowly down I can see Damien. His jaw drops. Yes, that is the reaction I was looking for you sexy beast of a man. I slow down my walk as I ascend the stairs. I want him to enjoy this. I kick my leg out of the slit and stop before reaching the bottom step.