Chapter 6 MEETING RED DRESS GIRL AGAIN

Alexander Luis-Diaz

She walked into my suite and almost tripped but I caught her. It was her. It was definitely Red Dress Girl. She was staring at me funny, like she had seen a ghost. Something about the situation left me shaken to the core. I thought I would never run into her again. I told myself she had left and I had left, it was just a one night stand.

But she was standing right in front of me, looking as sexy as the last time I saw her. She was wearing a strapless margarita gown that flowed to the floor effortlessly. The kind appropriate for a young virgin about to be sacrificed to a God.

Her makeup was perfect, but didn't look too obvious. Just enough to render her skin flawless, her azure eyes impossibly wide and her mouth full and vulnerable. Her glossy black hair was in a bun.

Despite my efforts to avoid looking, her breasts appeared full and soft, pressed against the fabric of her dress. The image of her bare breast that night, pert and rounded, tipped with pale petal pink nipples came to my mind and I stiffened.

I had a speech in ten minutes and here I was, having steamy thoughts by just staring at her. She was staring back at me. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she going to pull the disappearing act on me again? Was she going to pretend like she didn't recognize me?

It felt like we had been staring at each other for a full minute, but surely it had only been a moment. I took my first breath and I was immediately filled with her familiar smell. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and focus on the scent because it made my blood rise with need.

The image that followed was hot-her hands pulled up and her lush body open for my pleasure and hers. But before the notion could harden my dick further, she spoke.

"I didn't expect to run into you here," she said, more casually than I had expected.

Her tone was nonchalant as she walked to an armchair by the open window and took a seat. Watching her take a seat and crossing her legs, made me nervous. No one had ever made me this nervous.

The tip of Red Dress Girl's right eyebrow twitched as she looked at me thoughtfully. "I'm guessing you're Mr Luis-Diaz's secretary?"

I took a deep breath, trying to appear as calm and composed as I could. I leaned casually against a nearby table, "Yes, I am. And you are?"

"Sia," she began, her voice smooth. "Sia Jenkins. Junior reporter at SheVil."

"Sia," I repeated and I was sure she could see the way my eyes glinted with amusement.

'Sia' wasn't what I had expected. She's seemed more like an 'Annelle,' or 'Alisha' kind of girl but 'Sia' exceeded my expectations. It was a moan-able name.

And she was a reporter? I hated reporters and always avoided them and their repelling interviews. But I could make an exception for this one.

Sia shifted uncomfortably on her chair and forced a smile, "I'm here to meet Mr Luis-Diaz,"

"Ah," I nodded, my gaze never leaving her eyes. "He'll be here any__,"

The creak of the door interrupted me and I turned to look at who it was. Killian was standing by the door, his gaze flickering between Sia and me.

"It's time for your speech, Alex." Killian said, stared at Sia for a moment before turning to leave.

"I'll be out in a minute," I said after him.

I turned to look at Sia, her face had suddenly turned purple and her eyes were wide open. Killian just had to ruin the surprise.

"I'm Alexander and I'm willing to do the interview." If the interview could get her back in my bed again, then yes. "But I really gotta go now," I said hastily but she didn't say anything. She just stared at me, probably trying to recover from the shock.

I took one last look at Sia before walking out of the room. I made my way back to the bustling party and found my way to the middle of the crowd.

Grandma was standing by the six foot tall cake, smiling at me. She was wearing a diaphanous blue dress, with a little make up on. Her glossy golden hair was brushed out and tumbled over her shoulders like a waterfall. If she could, she would've set up a fan to blow it gently, but of course she knew you wouldn't get the desired effect if your spectators could see the equipment.

I took a deep breath, my confidence radiating from every pore as I prepared to deliver my heartfelt speech. The reporters already lined up, their cameras poised and eagerly waiting for my words-hoping I would say something I shouldn't and end up in the mud.

As I began my speech, I noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. Murmurs rustled through the crowd, everyone's attention away from my well-prepared words. Confused, I searched the sea of faces, their eyes flickering back and forth between me and their phones.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I didn't spend hours practicing my speech, only for them to stare at their phones and not listen.

Suddenly, Selene appeared at my side, her voice a mere whisper as she leaned in. "Alex, you have to see this,"

Selene held her tablet to my view and showed me the video, and confided in him. I stared at the screen and froze. A video had surfaced online - a video of Sia and I from that night. A video of us making out in the club's hallway.

Holy shit! How could I have forgotten Sia and I made out in the hallway before venturing to my suite to have amazing sex? Fuck! How could I have been so careless?

My face flushed a deep shade of red and i scrunched up my features, as I stared at the crowd, "I'm going skin alive, whoever made this video," I muttered to myself with clenched fists.

The reporters, sensing the brewing storm, seized the opportunity to pounce, their voices rising in a cacophony of questions.

"Who was the woman?"

"How is she related to you, Mr. Luis-Diaz?"

"Does this video confirm the rumor that you always have different women in your bed every night?" I turned to look at the reporter who asked that question. How much did she know? The last thing I wanted was a scandal that could ruin my reputation and everything I had built.

The room fell silent, as everyone held their breaths and waited for me to speak. I could feel the gravity of their gazes and I knew if I made just a tiny bitsy mistake at that moment, it would be the end of me.

With a deep breath, I stepped closer to the microphone, my gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on Sia. She was in the crowd, staring directly at me and she was clearly rattled.

And then, the name slipped out of my lips, "She is Sia Jenkins. She is my fiancée. And I can assure you all that she is the only woman in my life right now."

A hushed silence fell over the room again as my words came out. The reporters exchanged glances, their pens momentarily suspended, contemplating the unexpected revelation. My eyes scanned the room for Sia and I sighted her making her exit. Where the fuck was she disappearing to again?

I turned to look at grandma and realized she had also sighted Sia in the crowd. The woman had incredibly good eyesight for someone her age. Grandma was smiling at me in a go-get-your-girl kind of way.

"That's all from me tonight," I said into the microphone and stepped away from the spotlight.

I rushed out of the hall into the garden outside to search for Sia but she was no where in sight? Where the hell was she? Did she pull the disappearing act on me yet again?