POV Natasha
I am standing in my walk in closet doubting about what to wear. I try on twenty different outfits but none of them seem to be good enough to wear tonight. The theme is classy cocktail. I want to look sexy but classy. Saved by the bell. I open the lift door with my phone. A few moments pass, becky walks in. "You're not ready? Are you making a habit out of this?" She says following me into my dress room. "Haha, very funny" I state sarcastically.
She points to the pile of clothing on my chair. "You're putting in some effort tonight" "maybe I am..." I smirk. "I knew it!" She shouts. "You should totally wear that black dress with the slip on the site and the hanging sleeves. Everybody always loses their shit over it. It is so damn sexy but keeps some mystery not revealing to much. A bit provocative for the imagination" her smile grows with every word. "Are you crazy, that dress is too much" "No! It is just right. You need to put on the black makeup with the golden touch, pull your hair real tight in a ponytail, use your cherry red lipstick and those long earrings with the small chains on. You will be stunning." "How do you know my wardrobe so well becks?" "because I use some of it from time to time. Now get dressed" she says amused.
I take the black dress out of the closet. "You're not just wearing that underneath are you?" Meaning my underwear. "Why not? No-one will see what's underneath becks" she dives in one of my drawers and pulls out a red thong made out of lace. "And on top?" "Nothing" she laughs. "Just try it Nat". "You can only think about one thing" I announce.
We stand in front of Williams door and ring the bell. It doesn't take long before someone opens it. A dark-haired handsome appearance stand in front of us. William. "Hi ladies. How nice to see you two. Welcome!" He leans in to give us a kiss on the cheek. He is dressed really nicely. A dark skinny suit pants, polished shoes and a fitted light grey turtleneck showing his well formed muscles.
He is wearing a golden chain over his turtleneck, wears matching rings on his hand and a matching Rolex on his wrist. I've never seen him so brushed off. What a difference with our last encounter on which he was wearing nothing more than boxers and a robe. He takes a step back and looks at us. "Beautiful as always, come in!"
He lets us pass and closes the door after us. He leads us up to the party. "It is all inside today. But the side entrance to the parking is open. If you want to get some air or smoke" his words just left his mouth as a young gentlemen comes up and whispers something in his ear. "Excuse me ladies, duty calls." He hands us a glass of champagne "the bar is open and free for you, Harry here will give you your bracelets for the free drinks and food. Enjoy and if you need me, just reach out" he turns around and walks up to a small group of well dressed men. They look like politicians or important businessmen.
Harry pulls out two golden bracelets. Nothing on them and puts them around our wrists. "Show these whenever you want something, me and the other butlers will be at your services miss. can I get you something else already?" "No thank you harry, and please call me Natasha" he smiles and takes off. Becky looks around and sees toby and Taylor who apparently arrived minutes before us. As we walk over to say hi I see Emma sitting at the bar.
She's leaning with one arm on the bar holding a drink. Her legs are opened and a long-haired blond girl is standing in-between them. Resting one hand on Emma's knee, she's clearly eye-fucking her. I don't know why, but it is annoying me big time. The girl leaves, I pull becky by her arm and tell her I'll be right with them. She nods and I go over to the bar.
I put myself next to Emma who is now facing the bar, turn my back to the bar, place my elbows and arms on it and lean against it. "Hi stranger" I start. "Hello" Emma replies. She doesn't look at me. She keeps staring to her glass. "Wow, impressive. I get an answer, immediately. That's a first. Is your tongue working that well today or did you already hit the bottle to hard" Emma is holding a fancy mid high wide glass with both hands. It looks like one of this glasses which you fill with scotch or something. It is filled with ice cubes and has a bottom left of an orange looking liquid.
She raises the glass with one hand, brings it to my face before moving it to her lips and empties it in one gulp. "Not hard enough" she says as she keep her eyes on her glass and doesn't look at me. I get a bit irritated. "Your tongue is working, but apparently your eyes are not. Not looking to the person with whom you're talking is offensive" I mention. She smirks. "Being cocky because William is staring at you or is it to compensate the fact that we're not at school and in here you're not my teacher?" Is William staring at me? I look around. He is. Our eyes meet. He smiles and winks at me. "Is being a brad your signature move at parties from now on or keeping to the good old fucking around?" I reply cattish. Not sure where my attitude comes from.
She ignores my comment "You can take your shot with him if you like, or maybe you can dance with your ex who is also staring at you. I haven't seen Miss green. You can call her and invite her to the party as well" tension is rising between us. I want her to look at me. I don't care about the rest. I am thinking as I see the bartender pour a new drink for Emma. "Here you go beautiful" Emma looks her in the eyes and winks at her. Then she says to me "Go ahead, they are wai..." suddenly she stops talking "Wow".
I look at her. She turned her head and is staring at me. She clears her throat once, I can see her breathing getting faster, her mouth is open and she isn't moving much. "What's wrong" I ask her, hoping she's reacting like this on my looks. "Well... you... um... I... you look ..." she is stuttering. Her cheeks are turning red. I put my hand on her leg to reassure her and can see she's getting more nervous by the minute. "If we awarded the most beautiful lady of the evening tonight, it would be you" a male voice interrupts. I turn my head, William is holding my waist. Emma looks at his hands and moves her leg so mine falls off. She hops off her barstool, downs her glass in one take and looks at us. "I'll leave you to it" I can feel the sorrow in her eyes, like she doesn't want to go but can't stand William touching me. "I need some air" she runs off.
I am not letting her go. Not this time. "I'm gonna check on her, I think she isn't feeling well" I follow Emma. She gets outside into the garden and lowers herself on a beach chair at the pool.
She takes something from her pocket, puts it in her mouth and lights it. It looks like a cigarette , but one of those you roll yourself.
I've never seen her smoke one before she normally smokes those standard cigs, until I realize that isn't a cigarette. I sit down on the chair next to her. "That doesn't look like a normal cigarette, nor does it smell like one" I mention.
She looks at me. "Would It help if I try to convince you otherwise?" "not really no... please don't" I nearly beg as she drags on the joint.
She inhales pretty deep while looking me in the eyes, the staring gets intense and she exhales. A small cloud forms itself between us but fails to break our eye contact. I don't know if it's due to her eyes, or because of the smoking but something was turning me on. I've always had a weak spot for this bad ass vibes. But I can't, she's a student. Maybe it's the booze which is making me a bit horny.
Emma drags on her joint again. I can't take this anymore. I switch chairs and sit next to her on her. I take the joint out of her mouth and throw it away. She leans in and whispers "you know, that's some expensive shit you just threw away" "how much I owe you?" I ask rather bitchy. "Never mind" she puts her back against the back of the chair again. "If you're not taking care of yourself, I'll need to do it for you" I whisper. "Why do you even care? Why do you want to put so much effort in me?"
This is a great moment to tell her I like her, more than a teacher should like her student. But I can't tell her, I am not even sure she likes me back. "You're talented, smart, a fighter. You need someone to support you. You shouldn't be in this position. You've got too much shot going on and it is blocking your path for the future." "How would you even know I've got talent?" I take my bag and put it in my lap.
"When you left your first tutor session, this fell out of your bag. I wanted to return it to you but I didn't get the chance yet" I open my bag and pull out her sketchbook. Her attitude changes, her eyes fill up with pain and fear. "Did you... have you..." she sighs. "Did you open it?" "Yeas I did..." "did you see everything?" I nod "yeah"
She mumbles "fuck" and jumps up, I am prepared for her to run off and yeas she tries but I grab her arm and pull her back in her seat.
"Don't run. I know it is your favorite way to deal with things, but please don't. Let's talk about this. About everything. Talk to me." She places a leg on both sides of the chair we're sitting on and leans forward to grab her sketchbook. I move it out of her reach "you want to talk about it?" I ask. "Can I get it back? Please?" The please part is killing me.
I've never hear her say please. And so full of emotions. "This must mean so much to you" she nods. I give her the sketchbook "you should really do something with your talent. You are amazing. The stuff in this book is amazing. Follow your dreams." "dreams don't come true"