her impression although she didn’t have anything to back up that assumption.
“I couldn’t do that,” she finally said.
They were at her apartment now and one of his guards was holding the door open for the two of them. She went up in the elevator, awkwardly flanked by two bulky men and Rais, who still towered over his guards beside her.
She dug into her purse, wanting to escape this crazy escort home but as soon as she pulled out her keys, one of the guards took them silently and opened the door for her. The other guard stood outside, holding Rachel back while the first one entered the apartment. A few moments later, he came back out and nodded his head, bowing slightly.
“I’ll be right back,” Rais said to his guards before he nudged Rachel gently on the small of her back to get her moving inside the apartment. He closed the door and turned to face her. “You’ll get used to it,” he assured her. And then he took her into his arms, pressing her backwards so her back was against the wall and her chest was plastered against his. He kissed her for all she was worth, his mouth moving over hers sensuously, deeply, teasing her until she responded. Her hands moved up his chest blindly, feeling all those things she had wanted to touch before but was too afraid to explore. She reveled in his kiss, her body sliding against his, and she whimpered with the need for something she couldn’t define.
Rais pulled back with a groan. He put his hands on her upper arms and stepped away from her, taking a deep breath as he looked down at her eyes that were now bright with desire. He almost shook his head to keep himself from pulling her against him once again but he knew that he might not be able to stop if he started once again.
“I have to go,” he growled out. He pulled a card out of his pocket. “Here’s my private cell phone number. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
Rachel reached up and took the card, her hands shaking violently after that kiss. “Yes. Call,” she whispered, curling her fingers around the card as she reigned in her own passion. “Thank you.”
His hand reached out once again, touching her stomach gently. “Remember. Front buttoned blouse, Rachel.”
She couldn’t speak, too afraid of what might come out. But she nodded her head, acknowledging his command.
After that, he left her apartment, closing the door softly and Rachel stared at the soft light in her apartment, wondering how her life had gotten so crazy all of a sudden.
Chapter 4
Rachel surveyed her appearance in the mirror, nervously smoothing the Adrianna Papell gold satin material over her figure. The satin shimmered along her waist and hips, hugging her breasts with a sheer, embellished mesh neckline. The edge of the material was high enough up on her chest that it didn’t show even the slightest bit of cleavage but the mesh teased the eyes. If one were to look more carefully, underneath the rhinestones was her own flesh and she worried that the dress might be too sexy for tonight. Oh, it was a perfectly acceptable dress for the social part of the night but was she teasing Rais too much with the neckline?
She glanced back at the Armani cocktail suit that had arrived yesterday by special messenger. The teal fabric shimmered in the light from her bedside table and the rhinestone buttons on the jacket looked fabulous. But she didn’t want to wear something that expensive, or anything from Rais. She was uncomfortable enough with him flying her out to the party on his private helicopter, she couldn’t accept clothes from him as well. Especially a dress that probably cost a couple thousand dollars.
This dress was even more expensive than what she’d planned to spend but she’d seen it on the hangar and had splurged. It had cost almost four hundred dollars, but she wanted to look pretty tonight.
Not because she was going to see Rais, or because she wanted to impress him….or even because she didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his important guests. She told herself that the only reason she’d bought the dress was because this was a special occasion and she needed to look nice for her first big event in which she was the primary event coordinator. She’d be able to wear this dress over and over again so it was really