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Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Sadie's breathing became measured, calculated as Amir further described the mission he had in mind for her, fiddling with the hem of her dress under the table. This Giovanni... He said that she had nothing to fear from him, but if he ever discovered her true intentions with him, how could she be certain? Amir hadn't elaborated on the kind of information that he wanted her to collect, but if it was that sensitive... And she was no spy, she had no espionage skills. The reward was so great, but did it outweigh the risk? She could hardly touch her food, transfixed by the older man and his magnetic gaze. Teach me...? she repeated, almost too quietly to hear. The way he said it made her think that he didn't mean verbal instruction. She gently pressed her lip between her teeth, then released it. Mr. Amir, I'm sorry if this question sounds a bit ignorant, but... You want me to seduce him, to sleep with him... What is there to learn? She scooped up a few berries with a dainty silver spoon, raising it to her lips and carefully tasting them. So much sweeter than what the grocer usually offered, and actually in season. Her lips didn't want to leave the spoon, savoring the taste, though there was so much food in front of her that there was no need to linger over every bite. So Giovanni-- I mean, Rashid... He's your nephew. She had agreed to seduce a man she knew next to nothing about. Could you tell me more about him? His age, what he looks like... What he... ah, what he likes? Becoming the one person he couldn't live without seemed like such a tall order.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

He laughed. Her naivete in asking him what was there to learn in the act of seduction and sex was refreshingly honest. My goodness, you are so... American in your thinking. What is there to the art of seduction and sex? What is the difference between a child gyrating on the dance floor and the New York City Ballet Company performing for a king? He smiled at her and reached out, his fingertips grazing her wrist as she rested her hand near the bowl. There is so much to learn, but when the time comes for you to begin to make your moves you will be confident and know exactly what needs to be done. And yes. He brought his hand to his mouth and slid the end of his middle finger into his lips, then sucked the tip sensually as he drew his finger out. I'm going to teach you everything that you need to know. So yes , you will be sleeping with me as well... Once you've earned it. He smiled then, lowering his hand to lift the fruit fork to carry a piece of pineapple into his mouth. His eyes sparkled meaningfully at her as he let those words sink in. Now you must always call him Mr. Giovanni Dashir. He must not know that you know his other name. He is my nephew. We are in business together, but not exactly. You will understand once you start working at his office. You must not allow him to know that we know each other outside of the office as well pretend that you are a spy, then, hm? It would be an easy task if you keep that in mind and remind yourself that there is nothing personal in any of what we are doing. It is strictly business. Now Sadie, before we continue I must know are you in or are you out? There are things that I will not share with you unless you give me your word that this is something you are willing to do. If it is then I'll have my attorney discuss the terms with you and we'll proceed. If you're not sure... then we can continue our lovely breakfast and enjoy each others company, but I do not want to discuss Gi any further without assurances.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

The reveal that she would be sleeping with Amir as well came as quite a shock to her. It took a few moments for her to wrap her head around that, that she was little more than a prostitute to him, although a handsomely paid one. She watched with wide eyes as he sucked the tip of his finger, imagining for just one moment what it might be like... No . She tried to push the thought from her head. Even if she were to cross that line, to sell her body, she wouldn't allow herself to fantasize about it... What did he mean by 'earning it'? Wasn't that what he was paying her for? She had too many questions to count, but withheld them as he contributed to speak, biting into a Danish instead and humming in appreciation this was real food, the food she used to eat every day in her parents' penthouse, but now she could never afford. Giovanni, then. What would that name feel like on her lips, as she beckoned him to bed? Amir couldn't have known how wrong he was to choose her. She had never slept with at one besides Seth, and he didn't have what one would call finesse... She chewed the flaky pastry slowly, thinking his words over. I'm... In. Her eyes flashed to his, and she wondered if she understood fully what she was getting herself into, and if it mattered. The money was unreal, too much to pass up. Maybe she could even get back the things she had pawned, the few family heirlooms she had taken with her when she ran away... After the bills were paid. Tell me, Mr. Amir... When could I start? She realized the implication of her words, and a flush rose to her cheeks. I mean, when could I start at the office? She raised her tea cup to her lips, hoping to mask her embarrassment with it. And why do I need to talk to an attorney? Am I going to be signing a contract? Could he legally bind her to sleeping with him, with his nephew? She was still anxious to hear what he would be like.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

The fine lines around his eyes deepened. Her eagerness to start pleased him greatly, and when she caught herself and clarified that she meant 'at the office' he wondered if he would have had to pay her at all, had she been given the proposition without the monetary reward attached. You'll start at the office on Tuesday, but you'll start with me today. My concierge will take you to buy a suitable wardrobe and to get yourself fixed , he waved at her body and hair, as if he was talking about getting a car detailed. Tomorrow, Monday , you will come to me to have these other questions answered. I will expect you to report to me dressed for the office. I will discuss with you your work experience, or what you will tell them your work experience is, and the idiosyncrasies of my nephew that you must understand in order to draw his eye. We will... how do you say it? 'Role play'. He nodded. Practice . We shall practice a few things. Every night I expect to speak with you about your day at the office, he smiled and brought a loosely curled hand to his temple, and once a week, on Sunday, we will meet. More, perhaps, if it is needed or desired, but at the minimum we will meet Sunday. Saturday is your day. Spend it with your family, your friends... but not your boyfriend. If you have one you must dismiss him immediately. There can be no mixed messages with Giovanni. He must believe that he is your entire focus once you have him ensnared in our trap. As for your question regarding the attorney, the answer is 'yes'. You will be signing a non-disclosure contract, and we will be putting our financial agreement into writing. This, of course, will be to protect you as well as myself. You do not want me to refuse to pay you what I've agreed, and I do not want you to share my secrets with Giovanni. He picked at his breakfast almost delicately as he spoke. The tea was sipped, and when their glasses grew shallow, he poured more. You seem to have some culture already. Tell me about yourself, Sadie. I want to know more about this exquisite creature who is going to help me to get justice for my brother.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Fixed? She felt irked at the word, but did her best not to show it this was the man that was offering her a way out of poverty, and even if she wasn't sure she liked him, she wouldn't bite the hand that fed her. What exactly needed to be fixed , though? He spoke of her body as if he owned it... In a way, he did. She couldn't eat as he continued to outline the job he had hired her for. Idiosyncrasies. Something about that word was a red flag. Didn't all men want the same thing, an easy lay? What more was there? She guessed that's what she would learn on Sunday. I'm sorry, Mr. Amir, but... Does he have... Weird taste? She couldn't imagine what they would need to practice, and every week, no less. The thought that she would be sleeping with the man she was sharing breakfast with was a bit off putting, but strangely, a bit... Thrilling. I don't have a boyfriend, she confirmed, and I don't want one. Don't worry about that. Mr. Giovanni will be my... Entire focus. But would Giovanni think of her that way? As his ? Or just someone he slept with? Alarms were going off in the back of her head, but she chose to ignore them, picking at her breakfast and contemplating his words. He asked her about herself, and mentally she wanted to shield herself, as if she was bare in front of him. Of course he wanted to know more he had just hired her for a very sensitive job, and he would need to trust her... But he couldn't know about her past, her family... Evie. I... Grew up in a privileged household. To put it extremely mildly. But I came across some hard times, and I've put that life behind me now. Her gaze shifted to the tablecloth, as she tried to sort out what was okay to reveal, and what wasn't. Mr. Amir, if it's all the same to you, I'd like to keep this relationship strictly professional. My past isn't really important-- what's important is what Mr. Giovanni wants, and how I can give that to him. And if she could give that to him. That still remained to be seen.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

He smiled thinly at her. The elegant fingers at his temple curled, and his eyes seemed to darken as he listened to her skirt his question. Your past is very important to our task, Sadie. He said her names as if the two syllables were crisp bites of celery and had to stay separated by the smallest of accents. It might make the difference between success and failure. For instance, can you dance in a ballroom and not fall over the edge of your dress? Or are you more of a, ah.. line dancer ? Are you a little bit country or rock and roll, hm? He reached over and lifted his tea cup. Do you speak another language? Have you ever traveled outside of this country? Those are all important things for me to know. This is strictly professional, but it is also very intimate . If you are going to seduce and then destroy him then I will have to understand who you are. He sipped at his tea and studied the woman across the table. You don't have to tell me all today, but you will tell me. Eventually. He set the cup down and reached for her hand, much like a lover might do. His eyes held hers as he slid his tanned fingers over her skin. You implied that you didn't think there would be anything to learn regarding seducing and sleeping with a man. By the time we are done you will know how to seduce any man you desire, and you will not have to worry about falling on hard times again. You will meet many wealthy men and you will be able to pick the one you want, and money will never again be something you lack. Amir tilted his head. Everything is a business arrangement. The mistake many make is to allow their emotions to interfere with their plans. As long as you remember that the heart is deceitful and lies, you will never make that mistake. Emotions are not what should be trusted, only facts. He moved his hand back to the tea cup and caressed the side of the China. Let us finish our breakfast. I see that my concierge is here. She will take you to prepare for your job, and then inform you of where we shall meet tomorrow. Aside from our Sunday meetings and your reports to me each week she will be your primary contact with me. She will befriend you at the office and give you a cover, so that you are not completely alone while you engage in your mission with Giovanni. You women do enjoy each others company, do you not? He indicated a red-headed woman who was casually sitting by herself, an untouched wineglass of iced water lingering near her hand. She was skimming through a tablet of some kind and seemed quite bored, though her low velvet pumps, sleek navy blue pencil skirt, and crisp white collared shirt made her look like an icon of Americana from the 1940s. Even the way she lined her eyes and the deep wine of her lips were reminiscent of the girls painted on old fighters in WWII. She was about ten years older than Sadie but she looked well-kept, and her years had been good to her. She rolled her head to the side slowly, as if enjoying the pull on the muscles in her neck, and when her lashes raised and she met Amir's gaze a soft smile teased at the corners of her lips.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

The thought of Amir discovering her past, of knowing who exactly he was eating breakfast with, put Sadie on edge. She had no way of knowing how her family took her sudden departure, the pregnancy, how they would feel about Evie.... But she had her suspicions. Evie would likely be taken from her. Her mother wasn't above bringing the issue to court, stealing her daughter away so that she would have another shot at bringing up a perfect princess. She exhaled softly, trying to work out how to answer his questions without revealing too much of herself. I can be anything that you need me to be, she said, a little coolly. But to answer your questions, yes, I have no trouble in a ballroom, and yes, je jeux parler francais. E italiano, posse leggere e scrivere entrambi con facilita. She was determined not to give too much away. She wondered briefly where Amir was from, then decided she didn't want to know. It would be better to focus on the task she was given, and only that. He took her hand, the sensation nearly foreign to her even before Seth had spilt, it had been ages since they had done something as simple as that. Her skin looked like milk against his, the contrast was lovely, and she looked at them as she considered his words. It was hard to imagine living in a world where she would never need to worry anymore. Money could fix a lot of things, but she would always need to look over her shoulder... The thought was unsettling. And there was the matter of learning to be seductive, and that this man would be the one to teach her. His fingertips slid over hers, and she tried to think what they might feel like in her hair, exploring her bare body... She pressed her lips together, hoping he couldn't feel her pulse through the thin skin at her wrist. Her gaze fell on the demure woman in the corner, and right away, she thought she understood why she had been chosen. Did Amir have a thing for red hair? Or maybe Giovanni did? She looked like something out of a vintage magazine, those old advertisements for war bonds. She wondered if maybe they had some kind of housewife fetish, or something weird like that. So... That's how you'd like me to dress, she said, half to herself. Is that what Mr. Giovanni prefers? Or you?
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Amir smiled, his lips sensual even in that small movement. No, Sadie, that is not how I'd like you to dress. That is how Giovanni surrounds himself, it is true, but those women are nothing to him. You will be like the one wild daisy in the midst of stodgy roses a breath of fresh air in a stagnant theater... that is how you will catch his eye. He made a small gesture that was almost a shrug. If you have ever flirted with the theater you may consider this your greatest role. You will stand out, and you will pretend that he does not interest you in the least. It will as if... as if you are bored of his very existence. He hates to be ignored, and the fact that you will act as if everything else in the world interests you except for him , will drive him crazy. So. The money is good either way. If you do as I instruct and he does not fall for our trap then you will still be paid. You win no matter what happens. For you, it is a good proposition. He inclined his head. The person taking the largest risk here is me. I am the only one who stands to lose. He glanced at his wrist. The sleek, black watch screen blinked a message at him and he seemed to be considering a decision. You will be in good hands, Sadie. I will see you tomorrow, dressed as if you are reporting to the office. Madison will give you the details. He slid out of his chair and took her hand once again, as he stood. It was a delight to begin my day with you. He bowed slightly and brought her fingertips to his lips, never dropping his gaze from hers. Something in his eyes smouldered, but whether it was at their newfound partnership or at her agreement to join him as not made clear. Enjoy your little shopping spree. It is meant to be an enjoyable taste of the life to come. He held her hand for a few moments longer than it would be considered appropriate before turning towards the redheaded bombshell and nodding, then taking his leave of the two. Madison stood up and smoothed down her skirt before walking over to Sadie's table and taking Amir's vacated seat. She swiped a manicured finger across the screen and leaned back in her chair. Your itinerary is to shop for clothes with me until lunch. We'll get a quick bite in the limo on the way to the stylist, and then once we are done with him there will be a quick dinner with Mr. Bahadur's attorney for some paperwork, upon which time we will arrange for delivery of your wardrobe and your vehicle. She tapped her tablet and looked up. Her wine-red lips were constantly in a half-smile, and her makeup was perfect. She looked like something out of Hollywood. Even her voice seemed airbrushed. Any questions?
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Those women are nothing to him. Sadie couldn't help but wonder what that meant. Why would he surround himself, by his own choice, with women who bored him? She didn't understand, but supposed she would in time. She would get paid either way, true, but she distinctly remembered Amir mentioning incentives for getting the information he needed. She was already in it this far, and if he thought that she wasn't trying to catch Giovanni's attention, she could be replaced. She knew how easy that could be. Tomorrow, she confirmed, wondering what he meant by 'dressing for the office', and where exactly he wanted to meet her. She felt slightly uncomfortable as he took her hand, his gaze somehow too intimate for a public restaurant. Tomorrow he would start teaching her what Giovanni liked. She forced herself to smile, bracing herself as his touched his lips to her fingertips. Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Amir. I won't let you down. Then this woman, this Madison approached, gliding over to the seat that Amir had vacated, in a perpetual state of cool amusement. Sadie straightened subconsciously, trying to shrug off the edge of intimidation that the woman gave off. This was what she wasn't supposed to be like... She hoped tomorrow would give her more answers as of the moment, she could not have been more confused. She watched Madison's lacquered talons sweep across the screen, the twitch of her painted mouth. Her voice was too smooth, almost inhuman. Sadie felt frumpy compared to her. Salon? They were going to cut her hair? Her hand raised to touch her curls, but she said nothing, not until-- I'm sorry, a vehicle? You're giving me a car? Where on earth was she supposed to park it? My apar-- my place. It doesn't have parking. She had always walked everywhere, or took the bus, or ridden with a driver in that 'before' time. It's fine, I can get to Mr. Giovanni's office without one. At least until she made enough to move away from that crappy apartment, that horrible neighborhood... The place she had brought Evie home from the hospital. Where her friends lived... Sadie frowned. The idea of moving was bittersweet.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Madison paused and watched the play of emotions across the little birds face. It amused her, the way this one seemed to flit about, smashing herself upon the bars of her cage as if she could escape the fate that awaited her. The concierge felt like the cat dangling a tidbit on the end of a string. Come, little birdy, come take the little seed, and then well see what happens next . But of course whatever happened would be up to Mr. Amir. It was always up to Mr. Amir. She smiled at the newest hired girl and then nodded. Of course. If you do not wish a vehicle, we shall not force one upon you. With a dismissive motion she flicked that item off the agenda for the day. That makes our day simpler. Shall we? She glanced up through immensely thick eyelashes and then stood, smoothing out her slim-fitting skirt with a perfectly manicured hand. Her other hand folded the tablet under her arm as if it was a purse or a favorite lap-dog. Come on, everyone knows that the best clothes can only be had in the morning. We have ten outfits to pick out I hope you are wearing comfortable shoes. If not, we can buy you some. She smiled broader now as she began to step out. We only have a few rules on this leg of your trip, Ms. Sadie. One, if in doubt, buy it. Two, if it's too big we can get it fitted for you. Three, if in doubt... she turned to smile at her client for the day. Buy it. We can always send it back later or get rid of it. Madison walked up to two suited and sunglassed men standing next to a limo. Javier, Savor, this is Sadie. She'll be our focus today. One of the men nodded and opened the door for the two women to slide into the back. Once he closed the door he took the passenger seat and his partner got in behind the wheel. Soon they were headed to downtown Manhattan.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

His lips curved into a thin smile. 'His' Sadie had arrived. How true those words were, though he knew that it would be a sweet and sensual seduction to make it a reality. He knew, though, when he saw her so awkward on that stage that he could take her innocent beauty and turn her into a sharp weapon, and he also knew that the hint of desperation in her eyes was sign of the steel determination that lay inside. A woman who was willing to go against her basic nature to make a living had a lot of courage either that or she was desperate - but he could take either and mold her into what he needed. He ran a hand through his hair and then adjusted his collar before answering the call. Let my Sadie in. The smug smile on his lips dissipated into a business-like expression when he heard the door open. He turned to watch her as the receptionist opened the door and then stood aside for her to enter. Miss Sadie. He waited for the attendant to leave before stepping forward, his slim height accentuated by the cut of his suit. I trust you had a pleasant night? When he reached her he put out a hand, ostensibly to shake her hand, but actually to lead her to an armchair. He waited for her to take a seat before sitting opposite her, their view the picture window that led out to the bright New York skyscape. Once they were settled he sat for a long moment, his hands resting easily on his knees, and just looked at her. Why did you refuse the car, Sadie? That is one thing I do not understand. His eyes narrowed, darkened and focused as he listened. Still, as she spoke, his eyes raked over her clothing. God... You look a mess. He sighed then leaned back, his head shaking slightly as if he was chiding a pet. The look does not work. It's too obvious. Take it off. He stood in a swift, sure movement and walked to the back of his office. There he slid an entire wall over, revealing a walk-in dressing room, and went to a stack of boxes. As he stood there, studying them he seemed to make a decision and then pulled one from the stack. He brought the box back to where they had been seated, and sat it down. I did not think that I was unclear. He glanced up at her, his eyes dark and powerful as he noted her expression. Take off your clothing. Remove it all.