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“Nice to meet you, Spencer,” Marissa says warmly. “I’ve selected a variety of styles and colors for you to try on. Don’t be shy, and have fun with it!”
I hesitantly step towards the rack, my fingers trailing over the luxurious fabrics. Sequins, silk, velvet—they all beckon me with their opulence. But it’s a black one-shoulder dress with a daringly high leg slit that catches my eye.
“I think it’ll look stunning on you,” Marissa says.
My mind is reeling, and for a moment I even feel dizzy.
“Can I try it?” I ask, holding it up.
“Of course!” Marissa exclaims, clearly pleased with my choice.
As I change into the dress, I ah and oh at how perfectly it fits my body, accentuating my curves in all the right places. The hair and makeup artist, a young woman named Lily, works her magic on me, skillfully applying cosmetics and styling my hair into loose waves that cascade down my shoulders.
“Wow,” Percival breathes when he sees me, his eyes wide in admiration. “You look absolutely breathtaking, Spencer.”
“Thank you,” I blush, unsure of how to respond to such lavish praise.
“I’m not gonna lie,” he adds with a mischievous grin, “I’m going to be hard for you the entire night, and trust me, you’re gonna pay for it later.”
I roll my eyes, trying to ignore the heat that flares at his words.
“Can’t help it,” he shrugs unapologetically. “You’re just too irresistible.”
As I take a final look in the mirror, I feel like a stranger is staring back at me. Gone is the girl who spends her days covered in paint and sawdust; in her place stands a woman with an air of elegance and sensuality that I never knew I possessed. I push away my doubts and insecurities, determined to embrace this new side of myself, if only for tonight. Despite my fear of the unknown, I can’t deny the thrill coursing through my veins as I step out into the evening, ready to face whatever Percival has planned.
With a deep breath, I step into the opulent restaurant that Percival has chosen for our dinner. Nestled in the heart of Monterey, this culinary gem is a favorite among the rich and elite, a world far removed from my own. The delicate scent of roses and candle wax envelops us as we enter, and I marvel at the exquisite décor – glittering chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, crisp white tablecloths adorned with intricate silverware, and sparkling crystal glasses waiting to be filled with the finest wines.
“This place is amazing.” I’m unable to hide my awe.
“You deserve it,” he replies, his voice expression confident as he guides me towards our table.
The dim lighting casts an intimate glow over the room. I glance around at the impeccably dressed patrons, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I realize just how different my life has become since meeting Percival.
“Here’s your menu,” the waiter says politely, placing it before me. “Our chef has prepared a special selection of dishes for you tonight, focusing on local, seasonal ingredients.”
I thank him with a nod, scanning through the list of mouthwatering options. As much as I want to savor every bite, I feel slightly out of place in such luxurious surroundings, like a lost sea creature that has strayed too far from its familiar depths.
“Try the lobster bisque. It sounds delicious,” Percival suggests, flashing me a reassuring smile.
“Okay.” I nod, grateful for his guidance in this unfamiliar territory. “And maybe the filet mignon?”
“Excellent choices,” he approves, ordering for both of us with a casual ease that speaks to his familiarity with such extravagance.
As we wait for our food, I try to concentrate on the delicious aromas wafting through the air. But my thoughts keep drifting back to Percival’s earlier words about being hard for me all night and making me pay for it later. A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine what he might have planned, and I feel simultaneously intrigued and nervous at the prospect. What sort of adventure has he led me into this time?
“Spencer,” Percival breaks through my reverie, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Are you with me? Or are you lost in your own little world again?”
“Sorry,” I blush, embarrassed at having been caught daydreaming. “I guess I’m just… overwhelmed by all of this.”
“Hey,” he says gently, reaching across the table to take my hand. “Just relax and enjoy the moment, okay? Tonight is all about you.”
“Okay,” I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me that has nothing to do with the flickering candles. As the first course arrives, steaming bowls of luxurious lobster bisque, I think that maybe, just maybe, I can handle whatever surprises Percival has in store for me.
As the evening progresses, I notice Percival’s attentive gestures becoming more and more pronounced. His fingers gently caress my hand as our conversation flows, making me feel both cherished and desired. He seems to be in his element here, like a conductor orchestrating a symphony of tastes and sensations for us to share.
“You have to try this wine,” he insists, pouring a deep burgundy liquid into my glass. “It’s one of my favorites.”
I take a sip, savoring the rich, velvety flavor that dances across my tongue, bringing forth images of vineyards. The sensation is intoxicating, and I find myself leaning into his touch, craving more of the connection our bodies seem to be forging on their own accord.
