Devote [book 1]

3

After my talk with Mr. Ricci, who later told me to call him Andres, I've been feeling very anxious.

Andres, my boss, told me to go home early so that I can get ready. Before I left, he gave me the address to his house but said that he might send a chauffeur to pick me up either way.

I left and immediately went shopping. I had no good clothes to wear to a dinner with my boss.

After half an hour of looking around, I found a cute knee length red dress with a black belt around the waist.

When I got home, I took a shower and put the dress, black heels, and some pearl earrings. After I tamed my hair, I put my make up on which was light, with nude lipstick and a really creative eyeshadow.

The time read 5:45 pm. I looked out my window to see a black limousine. I guess that's my ride. I took a small clutch that was big enough for my phone to fit and some money.

I took the elevator down and got my nerves in check. It's not like I'll have to talk with him.

Out the door I was and walking towards a very expensive limousine with a chauffeur.

"Thank you," I said to the chauffeur who opened the door for me.

I almost accidentally opened the door for myself, I'm not accustomed to fancy stuff. No one, and I mean no one, ever holds the door for me. Do I know why? Nope.

I got snapped out of my thoughts because of a hand in front of my face waving.

That isn't my hand. I turned to the source of the hand and my heart literally almost jumped out of my chest.

It was Lucas. The male model whom I drooled over.

"You must be Ms. Montas, my dad never gave me your first name," he said. Even his voice was sexy with a hint of an Italian accent.

"It's Imogen," I say.

"Im Lucas Ricci," he says with his hand extended out.

I shake his hand and even his hand is soft like a baby's butt.

After the short talk, I stare out the window, paying attention to the scenery. I like it when the sun goes down and the street lights are on. Then if the car is driving fast then everything passes by in a flash. And that's the thing, you never get to see anything clearly.

I notice that the car has stopped and my door gets opened the next second. It's not the chauffeur who opened it. It was Lucas.

He extends his arm and I take it. I fix my dress and start walking. I feel my nerves rising, my hands feel clammy and I'm probably just freaking out over nothing.

We walk through the doors and this mansion is gorgeous and very aesthetically pleasing. Two stairways at opposite sides. Marble floors, gorgeous pink looking chandelier, and gold railings.

We walk towards the dining room and there is a whole lot of people here. I'm more nervous than before, everyone knows everyone else here. I'm the only one who doesn't. I'm new to this.

Lucas takes me to a seat which surprisingly is right next to his. Now I can't make a fool out of myself. I mentally face palm myself for not doing research on my boss and his family.

Everyone is talking two different languages: Italian and English. I learned a little bit of Italian in college before I dropped out.

"Fancy huh?" I heard someone whisper in my ear. It wasn't Lucas, instead it was another freaking male model. How many male models will I encounter today?