hours. And yes, several of the other women would give details that Rachel thought might be a bit too intimate, but just because she didn’t share similar details about her dates, that shouldn’t imply that she didn’t have intimate details to share. Okay, so it might mean that, but her co-workers couldn’t know that. For all they knew, she was just being respectful, a woman who didn’t kiss and tell.
She slumped down in her car, grateful for the dim lights of the parking garage which allowed her to pull herself together. So what if she didn’t sleep around? That was none of their business. She didn’t sleep with clients, she didn’t sleep with guys that she couldn’t feel something for…that was a decision for her to decide and wasn’t any one else’s information.
She took a deep breath, putting things into perspective and came to realize that it wasn’t that they knew she didn’t sleep around. It was more the fact that it was common knowledge. She hated being the topic of someone else’s conversations. It was just demoralizing.
She started her car and pulled out, driving to the address Derrick had given her so she could pick up the bottles of wine he’d selected for this afternoon. She had no idea why Rais wanted to test out the wines. He entertained all the time and she didn’t think he even cared what wines were served as long as they were of excellent quality.
Perhaps there was something about these specific vintages that he wanted to try before serving. Maybe they were new or tricky. She didn’t really have a big taste for wine but knew from her training which wines to select for various meals.
At this point, she didn’t care. She would bill the man for every hour that she worked for him and maybe he would regret doing something so outrageous as asking her to organize his parties.
Unfortunately, as the hour approached when she would see Rais again, her nerves started getting the better of her. She’d picked up several samples of wines, cheeses and various other interesting ideas for his first party and had them stored in large boxes, ready to take out to him. She didn’t mind flying but she’d never been in a helicopter before so this was going to be interesting.
At the heliport, she allowed the attendant to carry the heavy boxes to the waiting helicopter and she approached at a slower pace, not eager to get into the contraption. This one looked significantly larger than what she was expecting, even having the Dunari royal seal on the sides. There were two big, burly men who were watching her approach and she suspected they were body guards for Rais, but why they would be here, she had no idea. Shouldn’t they be out at the farm protecting him? She knew they were always there, but they guarded the inside of the main house and the perimeter of the property, rarely venturing down to the stables.
The helicopter lifted off and Rachel’s stomach dropped out of her body. She gripped the cases of wine in her right hand and the door handle in her left, praying silently that the pilot knew what he was doing. It might take her two hours to get out to the farm by car, but when one didn’t have to deal with traffic and red lights, or even rights and lefts to get to the correct street, it was much faster. The pilot simply flew over all the little ant sized cars below, flying directly to the farm and landing on Rais’ private helipad. George, one of the older gardeners, was even there to meet her and carry the case of wine and the other box of delicacies from the helicopter to the back of his truck. It took less than thirty minutes to get from her office building to the main house and she was shaking the whole time.
Rais was standing on the front of the steps, watching as George drove her up the long driveway. When he pulled up at the front of the house, Rais walked down the steps and opened the door for her. She almost didn’t get out of the truck as she gazed at his victorious eyes, filled with intent that made her stomach muscles tighten even more. “Welcome back, Rachel.”
He took her hand and pulled her up the steps and into the house. Rachel had been inside often over the years, but normally she entered through the