Page 12 of The Billionaire's Classmate
“No, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… You should have taken a look at yourself in a mirror or something.” Aisha finally stopped and faced him again.
“Alright. Let’s do this, then.”
Aisha followed Sam back to his beach house. They went past the driveway to the left and reached the service door, in the back.
A small light was on, right above the door. Sam stopped, flipped around and faced her. Only when they stepped into the light did she realize just how handsome he was.
“Do you need a reminder?”
“No, not really. I’m ready.”
Aisha pointed at the door with her right hand and seconds later, Sam pulled a key out of his left pocket. When they walked inside the house, the sight of the extremely tall ceiling stunned her. It had to be at least thirty feet tall, with a massive chandelier in the middle. The walls were entirely made of yellowish limestone. There was a big staircase to the right and a 10-by-12ft arch shaped door to the left, more than forty feet away from where they stood, across the staircase. The spotless, hardwood floor was shining under the ample, chandelier light. On the right side of the white wall, two, big, oil paintings, one depicting a sunset on a sandy beach. There was a mountain range on the other, with some snow on each peak. On the left, two more paintings: A replica of Picasso’s “Guernica” and Da Vinci’s “Joconda”. The detail on each painting was extreme. Those were not cheap fakes by any means.
“My sister’s wardrobe is the second door to the right. About that drink?”
“Oh, I prefer gin.” Aisha responded and quickly climbed the stairs. Upon reaching the top, she saw four doors to the right and two to the left. They all looked pretty much alike, made of oak, with golden doorknobs on the side, except the first door to the left. It had no knob on it. In fact, Aisha could not see any kind of lock on that particular door. Curious to see for herself what Sam meant by “fancy dresses”, Aisha opened the second door to the right and pressed the light switch on the left hand side of the wall.
“Oh, my God…” She murmured when she got in. Each side of the room was filled with all kinds of dresses, on separate hangers. Her attention was drawn to the first dress on the left. It was a beautiful, peach silk georgette dress with sparkling rhinestone accent, featuring a removable fabric flower and contoured hem with ruffle detail. The dress was fully lined and had a side zipper, on the right.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven…” Aisha checked for matching shoes in the tall shoe case further down the room, to the right. At the bottom, to the left, she found a pair of light pink, mare fabric dress pumps.
“Bingo…”The shoes were her size. She picked them up and heard someone knocking on the door. She opened it and saw no one. There was a silver tray on the floor, with a bottle of gin and a tall glass in it.
“Damn, that guy looks so gorgeous…” Aisha said to herself, before she downed her drink like a cowboy. It had already been a long night and she had no idea what to expect. She tried to forget the incident on the beach and focus on Sam. There was something different about him. He was a bit too cocky and did not show any understanding, but his manly looks and his deep voice had won her over. Even though Aisha was a beautiful woman, she had not had been in a relationship for more than six months and she missed being with a man. As a barmaid, she had met a few interesting guys, but no relationship lasted more than a few weeks.
“They all run like hell when things start to get a little too serious…” She used to say to her good friend, Ava. Of course, Aisha was right, at least to an extent. Men will not commit easily, much to her frustration.
Lost in her thoughts, Aisha changed clothes and had another two drinks of gin, before she stood in front of the body size mirror to the left. She looked wonderful in that outfit; her black, smooth skin seemed to glow in the pale light. The dress was tight on the chest, accentuating her cleavage and a little loose around the waist. Perfect for her athletic figure. The shoes emphasized her long, slender legs. She ran her fingertips across her curly hair and struck a pose. Then, she overheard two men climbing the stairs. One of them was Sam. The other voice belonged to someone much older than him. Aisha could tell by his tone: It was way too hoarse. She hastily put the glass and the bottle down, back on the tray, anticipating a knock on the door. The muttering outside stopped, briefly. A sound of a power door sliding open filled her ears.
“That must be the door I saw earlier…”Aisha felt a little dizzy; for a moment, she thought the room was spinning. She would only drink alcohol on special occasions. Had she been drinking every night, she would have ended up in “Alcoholics Anonymous”. That is probably the reason why she felt slightly intoxicated. It was not every day she had three drinks of gin in a matter of a few minutes.
She straightened her dress and tried to snap out of it. Right after that, she heard someone approaching the door, in a slow, relaxed manner. There was only one man she had met that night who walked like that: Sam.
“Sweetheart, may I come in?”
“Yeah, come on in.”
Sam opened the door. The young athlete he had saved earlier had turned into a gorgeous woman, feminine, classy and dashing.
“Wow… Just wow.” He mouthed silently to her and clapped his hands three times.
“Are you sure you’re not a model?”
“Smooth talker. I like that…”
Aisha gave him a broad smile, for a first time that night. Before they left the room, he closed the door behind him and went closer to her. He then took her right hand in his palms and tried to refresh her memory.
“Ok, do you remember what I told you outside? That prick’s in my study. I gotta make a good impression and I need you by my side. Are you sure you can handle this?”
Aisha wasted no time in answering his question.
“Hell, yeah…” She chirped. Sam paused for a few seconds and stared at her from top to bottom. A crooked smile formed on his face. It was more than obvious to Aisha that he had something in mind, but he would not share it with her.
“Alright, let’s do this…” Sam’s commanding tone returned, as he led Aisha towards the room across the hall. He had left the power door open. There was an elderly man in Sam’s spacious study. He was almost completely bald and only had some white hair on his temples. In a navy blue suit, carefully reading a newspaper in front of him. He had sat in a black, leather armchair to the left of Sam’s, white, wooden desk. The room was filled with posters of sports cars. Right above Sam’s executive armchair, the picture of a red Ferrari 458 Italia. To the right, more posters of several other cars: Lamborghinis, McLaren’s, Zondas and Porsches.
“Man, this place is oozing with testosterone.”Aisha’s mind was filled with every possible word to characterize a macho man like Sam. Nevertheless, she had a job to do and did not want to ruin everything her savior had prepared.
As soon as they entered Sam’s study, the old man literally popped out of his luxurious armchair and looked at Aisha, right into her eyes. His jaw dropped; Aisha had drawn his attention.