Page 46 of The Senator's Secret
“Oh hush, you.” She laughs. “Now show me what you’re wearing so I can work my magic.”
“Right this way, boss.” I lead her up the stairs to the master suite, and she whistles as she takes in the palatial digs.
I lead her into the closet and show her the whisper-pink gown with a gold beaded sweetheart neckline and pink flowy skirt that all comes together to be equal parts sexy and sweet.
“Holy hot Cinderella, Batman!” Cara whispers. “I fucking love it.”
I’m pairing the dress with my crystal-studded Louboutins and earrings that are big shiny flowers made out of clusters of diamonds. I really pulled out all of the stops for this one. Ironic it’s the first time I won’t be going to one of these things on my own; instead, I’ll be dressed to the nines to be someone else’s arm candy. I hold in a sigh, and Cara doesn’t seem to notice, as she’s lost in her own thoughts.
“Okay,” she says suddenly. “I’ve got it. Let’s go set you in rollers.”
I follow her into the bathroom, and she brushes out my long blonde hair before wrapping it this way and that in large hot rollers. I have a feeling that when I’m done, I’ll look something like a movie star from the forties.
“All right, you know the drill.” She laughs as I roll my eyes.
“You just like to see me in my undies,” I say.
“Don’t you know it. And don’t mess up my rollers either.”
“I won’t,” I reply as I step into my closet. I pull on a pair of white lace panties and a matching long-line strapless bra that wraps around my waist and dips low in both the back and front with molded cups to hold up my breasts.
I hustle back into the chair we’ve pulled into the bathroom and sit back while Cara transforms my face into magic. I love the feel of her brushes on my face as she dusts shimmers and powders here and there.
“I forgot my bowtie,” Jake says as he tumbles into the bathroom to see me in my undies with my hair in rollers and Cara applying my makeup. “Holy fuck.”
His expletive makes Cara laugh, and I decide to introduce them. “Jake, this is Cara. Cara, this is Jake.”
“Hi, Cara,” he says, but he never takes his eyes off me, which makes her giggle even harder.
“Can I see you in the closet for a moment?” he asks me, but it’s Cara who answers him.
“Absolutely not,” she practically shouts, making him jump a little. “If she goes with you, you’re going to fuck her and then you’ll ruin all my hard work. Fuck her later.”
“You don’t know that,” Jake says. “I could be careful.”
“I don’t think so, Senator Chancellor.” She gives him a sweet smile.
“Jake,” he corrects her.
“Jake,” she repeats. “I’ve had a man look at me like that before. I know the look of one who is at the end of his patience.”
“Better get that bowtie and run,” I say before I bust out laughing.
“Don’t think there won’t be retribution, Ms. Sanders,” he tells me with a twinkle in his blue eyes.
“I would expect nothing less, Senator.”
And then he moves to his closet, and Cara and I wait quietly until he gets the accessories he needs and takes them to the spare room where he’s dressing.
“Holy shit,” Cara says as she fans herself. “Have fun tonight.”
“You know I can’t stand these things,” I tell her as I roll my eyes. The dog and pony shows were never my favorite thing.
“No. I meant after,” she corrects with a look to the doorway where Jake just left. “That man clearly has plans for you.”
“We’ll see.”
When she’s done with my makeup, she carefully unrolls each of my curls and brushes them this way and that before pinning one side back with a gold barrette. I roll stockings up my legs, and then Cara holds my dress out for me to step into and zips me up.