by Bella Grant
I wished things had been different, but it was too late. I stepped on his toes so hard that it was a possibility I would never see him again. And for some reason, I really wanted to see him again.
"Ms. Nolles, the ride you requested is ready," Diane spoke softly behind me.
I had been so engrossed in my own thoughts I didn’t know she had approached me until she was ushering me toward the parking lot where a different limo was waiting for me.
"Thank you, Diane," I said as I walked toward the limo, desperately fighting back my tears, but I didn’t succeed. As soon as I got into the limo, the tears began to flow freely. I searched for a tissue in my bag and realized I still had the necklace with me.
"Excuse me, sir? Is it okay if I give you something to return to Mr. Saunders?" I asked the driver through the partition.
"I have to check with Mr. Saunders first, ma'am. He has a strict policy on issues like this."
Issues like what? What was so strict about his driver picking up his necklace and returning to him? I looked up and saw the driver looking at me. He wasn't referring to the actual returning of the necklace being an issue, but the interference between Nick and his women. Did he think I was Nick's girlfriend? Mistress? Whore? Did Nick train him to stay out of his affairs?
"It's not like that," I started to explain. But I didn’t really know what to say. "Never mind."
"Sorry I can’t help you, miss." He sounded truly apologetic. Poor guy. How many women did he have to chauffeur around for his boss?
I sat back in the soft leather chair and closed my eyes. A nice headache was brewing. I needed to get home and face another headache - Amy. I couldn’t lie to her. She knew the party was supposed to last all night, and unless something drastic happened and I was booted out, I wasn’t supposed to be home this early.
"Excuse me?” I said, catching the driver’s attention in the mirror, “is it possible to take the longer way? I don't want to go home just yet."
"Sure, miss. My pleasure," he grinned.
"Thank you," I replied, settling back into the chair and letting the headache wash over me. Maybe I deserved to be punished for all the wrongs I'd committed that night. Tears streamed down my face again and I felt my dress getting wet. I looked down, and to my dismay, the tears were dark - my mascara was running. Great. I ruined my night. Ruined my chance of every working for the Saunders Empire. Ruined my chance of giving back the necklace with dignity. And ruined the best dress I’d ever owned. Not to mention Amy would skin me alive when I told her why I was home early. The night couldn’t get any worse!
NICK
Nick watched her as she departed in his limo. He wondered how the meeting had gone from good to bad in such a short span of time. Nick thought about how her lips had called to him and how her deep, thoughtful eyes had pulled him into her. Yes, the timing had been bad. Olivia Newton, his ex-girlfriend, had wanted to say hello. But his need for Sara had overtaken his common sense. He had really wanted to kiss her. Not because Olivia was there, but because he had wanted to. He had kissed her and everything went downhill from there.
Nick wanted to get as far away from the party as he could. He started walking back to the woods, away from all the lights and music, hoping to forget, even if for a few minutes, that he was supposed to be a host. Zia was there, and whenever Zia was around, everything went well. No one would miss him.
His thoughts shifted to Sara the further away he got from the party. She had been getting under his skin, messing with his mind, since he’d met her at the café. And today she was even more beautiful than ever. It was impossible to let her go even if he wanted to. Until he possessed her and enjoyed her succulent curves, he would never get her out of his mind. He wandered further away from the house, his mind playing over the events of that night. He needed to find a way to see her again, and hopefully, talk her into at least accompanying him for dinner. Apparently, the surprise invitation and diamond necklace had not worked. He had to work harder.
Damn her! He sat on a rock, loosened his tie, and started playing with rocks. He was engrossed in his thoughts, oblivious of his surroundings, when he heard Zia asking his staff his whereabouts.
“Shit,” he cursed as he looked at the time. He had forgotten himself and let more time than he had intended slip away from him. He heard Zia curse and tell the staff to locate him as the silent auction was about to start. He couldn’t see her face, but he could imagine she was mad at him, or maybe concerned by his disappearance. He wasn’t one to do that in the middle of an event. Zia would be on his neck as soon as the last guests left.
Nick didn’t want to go back to the party. Given the choice, he would have simply undressed and gone swimming naked under the moonlight. Swimming calmed him, and after his heated incident with Sara, he needed a little more than calming. But not tonight. He couldn’t swim naked with guests wandering around. He sighed and turned to head back to his house. As he got closer, he heard Zia calling out his name. He sighed once more, knotted his tie, which he had loosened, and wiped off the dust which he imagined was on the back of his pants.
He wished he had a few more moments of privacy to think of Sara. He wanted to remember how her mouth felt when he kissed her; how her eyes sparkled when she was mad; how innocent and naïve she was, but business was calling and he had to leave. No need to make Zia any madder than she would be when she realized that the invitation sent to Sara Nolles was a waste.
SARA
“Do we keep driving, miss?” the driver asked.
“A few more minutes, please.” I couldn’t ask the driver to drive around forever. He had taken me on a scenic tour of the city. I wondered if he'd be in trouble with his boss.
“Yes, miss.”
"I know you have to go back. I'm sorry for taking up your time," I apologized as I looked at my watch and realized we had been driving around in circles for over two hours. My apartment was only a forty-five-minute drive from Nick Saunders’ mansion, and I would have been home over an hour ago had we gone straight to my house. “I guess you need to drop me off.”
"No, ma'am. My instructions were to take you anywhere you wanted and drop you off only when you wanted to go home. Do you want to circle around town one more time?"
"No, it's okay," I said. I was calm, and seriously, it wasn’t the end of the world even if Amy did chew me out when I got home. I had to face her some time and now was better than later. "You can take me home, please.”
“Yes, miss,” the driver said as he slowly turned the limo around.
No sooner than the limo pulled up to my apartment did Amy come running out. She had been sitting at the window, watching and waiting for my return. She flung the door open before the driver could get it.
"Tell me. Tell me everything," she squealed as she practically dragged me out of the limo.
"Hang on," I said as I reached into my purse to give the driver a tip. I only had ten dollars, but that was better than nothing.
"No, ma'am. I can’t take that," he said and bowed. "Have a good night."
"You too. Thanks for everything," I said as I tucked the money back into my purse. I was glad he had rejected the money; it was all I had for lunch next week.
"Sara, seriously! Who gives a ten to a billionaire's driver? He probably makes that in second."
"Well, that's all I had," I protested.
"Never mind. Come on, tell me what happened. Why are you home this early?" She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, crossed her arms on her chest, and waited for me to answer.
"Can we at least go inside first?" I asked, pushing gently past her to make it into the house. She followed me closely.
"Wait, you don't have the necklace? Did he take it away from you? Did you get in trouble?"
"No, no, no. No to all your questions."
"What do you mean? He didn't ask you why you were there?"
"He didn’t need to. Apparently he’s this rich guy that had come to the café a few times and wanted to hang out with me. I think this w
as his idea of getting closer to me and kissing me…”
"Stop! He what? Nick Saunders kissed you? And you’re saying it so casually as if it’s not a big deal. How the heck did you get him to kiss you, you whore!"
“I didn’t get him to do anything. If anything, it wasn’t mutual.”
"He forced you?”
“No, not exactly.”
“What then? He begged you to kiss him?”
"What? No, Amy. Nick Saunders can get any woman he desires. He has no need to force or beg me. And for what reason? I'm not rich nor in his class."
"So why did he kiss you? I mean, that means he’s attracted to you, right?” Amy came to sit closer to me. “What are you not telling?”
"Nothing. I don’t think he’s attracted to me. I think he was trying to spite an ex-girlfriend."
"What? That's low. Are you sure?”
"I don’t know. That’s what it looked like. We had just met and started to talk, then this poster girl approached us and he asked me to kiss him.”
“And you said yes?”
“No, I said nothing, and he kissed me.”
"And then you ran off?” Amy looked at me incredulously.
“Sort of,” I answered, avoiding her gaze. Amy had a way of making me regret my actions, and she was doing a good job of making me feel like I had done something wrong.
"Sara, please tell me you didn't walk out on the richest man in the world because he kissed you."
"I don’t…"
"Tell me you didn't let Nick Saunders slip out of your hands because he kissed you."
"Amy, the guy kissed me without my permission."
"You just told me he asked you.”
“Yes, sort of.”
“Did you want him to kiss you?”
“Yes, kind of,” I said. Now that I was away from him, I admitted I had loved the feel of his mouth on mine.
“Amy! Do you know how many girls would die to have him touch them? And he went as far as kissing you. Nick Saunders is not a kisser!”
"How would you know that?” I asked, but before she could answer, I figured it out. “You read it somewhere.”
“Yes, I did. He said he never kisses women. Too intimate for him.”
“I guess he lied then,” I said.
"Or maybe he likes you.”
"I don’t know,” I said.
"Did he enjoy it?” Amy asked.
“Fuck, Amy. How would I know?” I said. “He didn’t seem to mind, but that doesn’t give him the right to kiss me without my permission. We're two different people. In my world, men ask for permission to kiss women. No, only a man I am dating has a right to kiss me. I don’t care how rich he is, a random stranger cannot just kiss me because he can buy the whole world. I don't know about you, but..."
"That's okay, Sara. I spent the whole week getting you ready and this is how it ends. You're telling me I'm a whore because you're a virgin?"
"I didn't say that."
"Then what are you saying? In your world, in my world. Maybe you should let a man fuck you really hard so you can lose that air of innocence around you. Sometimes you make me sick."
Amy was right. Maybe I was too naive about the world to know how things worked. Maybe a billionaire kissing me wasn’t the worst thing on earth. Maybe I had overreacted, but seriously, why would I not? It was offensive to take advantage of me. Nick Saunders had been wrong.
"Amy, I'm sorry. I didn't plan for the evening to turn out this way. It's just that you don't go to a ball uninvited every day, and you certainly don't plan to be kissed every day either." I hugged Amy, who was pouting. She ignored me for a moment but returned the tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Sara. I'm totally wrong. I should be mad at Nick for kissing you without your permission and rather I'm mad at you for running away from him. That's so insensitive."
I wanted to agree with her, but I knew when to leave things alone. Amy hardly ever apologized, and her apologies carried a lot of weight. I needed to back down.
"Amy, that's okay," I said. That seemed to cheer her up. She put her purse down and made me sit next to her. She turned on the desk lamp nearby and saw my face.
"Oh gosh, Sara, you’ve been crying! You look like a mess. I'm so sorry," she said as she grabbed a tissue to wipe away my tears, which had since dried.
"It's okay. I'm fine now. I was just so mad and confused, and you know how it is."
She nodded, and after a few minutes of comfortable silence between us, she looked at me with a mischievous smile. "So tell me, how was the kiss?"
"Really?” I asked, blushing. My flustered face didn’t get past her.
"You liked it! You virgin-whore," she said, punching me playfully.
"I didn't like it," I said, stifling a giggle.
"Oh now, Sara Madison Nolles. I know you did. That smirk on your face tells me all I need to know. You totally enjoyed being ravished by a billionaire!”
"I'd hardly call a quick kiss ravishing. But it wasn't so bad."
"Wasn’t so bad? Did you enjoy it or not?”
"I don't know. It wasn't totally bad. It was too short, I guess, but it was sort of unexpected, warm and nice."
"You whore!"
"Can you please stop calling me a whore?" I teased. "I might actually start believing you."
"Trust me. No one is going to mistake you for a whore. Even if you had a large neon sign on your forehead advertising your pussy for sale.”
"Amy, you're so vulgar."
"One of us has to be. So tell me, do you plan on repeating the kiss?"
I looked at her like she was kidding. Repeat the kiss? The man would probably kick me out of his house if I ever came near him. “Only if I wore a mask and he didn't recognize me. I treated him like he was evil or something.”
"Unless..." Amy had that grin I hated, the one she always wore when she was about to make me do something that was not too smart.
"You're evil," I said.
"What do you mean?" Amy smiled innocently.
"See that smile of yours? It was the same one that got me detention in Mr. William's English class."
"That wasn't totally my fault. You said you liked John Dixon, and I just gave him a note from you."
"No, a note from you saying he was all I could think about every day. And you gave it to him in the middle of class. Do you remember my horror when Mr. Williams read that note and said it was signed by me?" I laughed. It had been so long since I had thought of that story, I could laugh about it. I hadn’t ratted on Amy and had to live down the shame as if I were the one who wrote the love note.
"I know. And you know, I remember the note very well. Dear John Dixon. I like you a lot. I really really like you. I'd really like it if you kissed me after class. Love, Sara Nolles."
"Yes! It was not funny then," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Maybe not, but what has John Dixon got to do with Nick Saunders?"
“Nothing. Just that I know you can get pushy when it comes to my affairs with men, but try as much as you want, I will not date Nick Saunders.”
"Oh well, your loss. Did you return the necklace to him?”
"He wouldn’t take it back. The driver wouldn't take it back. I can't wear it. I mean, I cannot accept such an expensive gift. If he already thinks he can kiss me because I was in his house, can you imagine what he would do to me if I wore the necklace?”
"Well, you're not going to wear the necklace. But we are going to use it to get you what you want.”
"What I want?" I asked, dreading the answer. She knew what I wanted, rather who I wanted, but I didn’t want Amy’s help because she had a way of complicating things. They were already complicated enough. Maybe I should have stayed and listened to him; we might have shared another kiss or two. We might be dancing together right now. Maybe he would have introduced me to his other guests, and I'd have met someone who would offer me a job. Or maybe I could have talked about a job with him.
So many maybes if Nick hadn’t
kissed me. If Olivia hadn’t stopped by and the kiss had been mutual, things would have been different.
“What you want is Nick,” Amy said.
“Why would you think I want Nick?” I sounded defensive, but I hated it when Amy read my mind.
“When Olivia Newton showed up, you freaked.”
“How do you know her last name?”
"There's only one Olivia I know who is rich enough to be there. Oliva Newton. The Italian supermodel."
"Oh...it was her. I knew she looked familiar."
"He dumped a supermodel for you? Wow! You must have impressed him."
"No, she must have kicked his tail so bad he was too ashamed to be seen as a loser, or maybe he just wanted to prove he can get any woman he wanted without her. I’m not sure what type of sick game he was playing, but he’s had his fun and I won’t be part of it.”
"So, you’re not going to kiss him again?”
“No, I won’t,” I said emphatically. “You need to drop this.”
“Sure, I will, but don’t you have to return his necklace to him?”
"Dreading it, but yes,” I said. Even to my own ears, my lie was evident. I did want to see Mr. Rich again and was glad I hadn’t returned the necklace. It gave me a good reason to see him again.
“So we’ll take it back.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yes, we. I don’t want him to kiss you again without your explicit permission.” She had a faint smile on her face that told me she was mocking me. “And if my plan works out, he will be begging to kiss you every minute.”
"What are you planning, Amy? Don’t get me in trouble again.”
"I won't get you in trouble, Sara. I promise. But let me do the planning, okay?”
I nodded. What choice did I have? Whatever Amy wanted, Amy got!
NICK
Nick sat in his office looking out the window. It had been two weeks since the ball, and he had resisted every urge to call Sara and apologize to her, which was the decent thing to do, but his pride was such that he could not do it. That was one of the things he hated about being rich. Pride! He took so much pride in all he did that apologies were out of character for him. Sometimes he hated himself for that weakness, but most times, it worked to his favor. It worked well when he wanted to get a woman in bed - women loved his shrewdness and arrogance. But that wasn’t going to work on Sara. So far, she had proven to be a tough catch, a different ball game. His pride helped him excel in business since he knew how to keep going even when others quit and gave up. His pride was what kept him hanging onto the last thread of hope for the preservation when the family thought all was lost. He knew a lot about pride, but so did Sara, apparently.