She shot me a scowl before opening the next bag that contained a chunky necklace with earrings and bracelets to match the ensemble. She kept darting her eyes to me, giving me the look of death. It was kind of working. I didn't know what she was thinking.
Finally, she squatted and went to the small shopping bag that contained an off-white clutch and two shoeboxes. Rayna decided to open the tan Christian Louboutin box with the double platform suede tangerine sling backs. She went to the next bag where she removed the Daffodile crystal-embellished suede Christian Louboutin pumps. Those went hard. I’d just hoped like hell that I’d accurately measured her fashion sense and was correct when I assumed she wouldn’t be familiar with the cost of them. She really needed to get over this spending on her thing. For the first time in my life, I wanted to spoil a woman.
Rayna wore a look of confusion while holding the crystallized shoes. She picked up the tangerine pumps and glanced over to me for an answer, to which I quickly replied, “Oh, the tangerine Louboutin’s are for the dress. The crystals...you’ll fuck me in those and those alone—hopefully soon.”
She gave me an inscrutable expression. I didn't think it was good.
“Rayna, you could wear whatever's in your closet. What's most important is that you come...and exude all that sexiness that enamors me.” I tried ending it with a bit of charm, though it was indicative of how I truly felt. I was crazy about her, just afraid to let it all hang. She fucking made me nervous!
After a few seconds, she rose from the floor, “I need to get your semen off me, it's created a puddle in my panties.” And she continued with lowered eyes, “I’ll let you dress me up today, Mr. Jacobs...seems you have exclusionary taste.” She batted her eyes to soften her statement and retreated to her bedroom.
When she returned about thirty minutes later, I was floored. Her beauty was embroidered. The dress fit far better than what I had imagined. And she moved gracefully in the five inch Louboutin’s. Her make-up was soft but her eyes were well defined. Her tangerine lipstick was the icing on the cake. I couldn’t wait to fuck it up. I couldn't piece that together, makeup was out of my lane, but she seemed to have had a grip on it. Her hair was long and flowing against her shoulders and draping her upper back. How did she go from do-rag to this? was what begged for an answer.
“You look elegant. I love your hair. What did you do with it?” I asked while standing in front of her admiring her beauty.
Rayna let out a chuckle. “I had it highlighted this morning. Thank you, Mr. Jacobs,” she muttered bashfully.
“You look delectable, which is why we need to hurry up and hit the road before I have to cancel on Rick,” I growled in her ear, flirting with her. Ray had been waiting outside.
She blushed, beaming gracefully. I grabbed her hand and we left.
Rick’s property was stupendously massive. He had been pseudo inviting me down for a couple of years now, but I haven’t been interested. I recently discovered we have a few business friends in common so I relented this time. His home had to be 11,000 square feet. We walked in through the foyer where we were greeted by a waiter with champagne. I took two and handed one to Rayna. I can tell she was just as amazed as I about the spacious rooms and exquisite decor from our trip from the front door out into the back of the house. A few people were in the house but most were out back. The closer we got to the French doors leading to the patio the louder and clearer the music became.
I immediately saw people that I knew from various circles. His yard was enormous. The patio area was at least five yards long and three wide adorned with cobblestone before you hit the grass. There were two in-ground pools, both of which were being occupied by guests. This was exclusive. I noticed Rayna was quiet.
We found a table and I asked, “You okay?”