They meet again III

She and Sara were in the back seat while the driver drove them.

They arrived at a hotel, one she had always heard of but never seen. 

Only the elite knew what the inside looked like. But today, it looked like a nobody like her would get a glimpse of the place.

The hotel had a wide Landmark judging from how infinite the fence looked.

The hotel stood out, it was not in the jam-packed part of the town. It was in a serene and calm place.

They were now inside the premises, but they still kept going, passing all the green fields and fun sights just to get to the hotel.

They met what looked like the main building, tall, fancy and exorbitant.

But no, they didn't stop there, instead, they now arrived at a much smaller building, a group of smaller buildings.

The mansions she saw there weren't small in general, but compared to the previous building they had driven past, they were. 

They parked Infront of one of the buildings before a man dressed in a black suit came and opened the car door for them.

She and Sara made their way out.

She was faced with a glass duplex house. It was pretty and fancy.

"Come along," she heard Sara instruct and she did as told.

She followed Sara into the eye-catching glass mansion.

The inside was transparent, furniture like couch and TV were there. But every other thing was glass.

"You look stiff, ease up," Sara commanded.

"You look inexperienced, how did Dennis even pick you out of everyone he could have gone for?" She heard her say in a displeased tone.

Yeah, joleen knew she was a little thrown off, but what exactly is this?

Why would she think it was okay to speak to her like this?

'was this her way of telling her that she didn't have what it took to please her master or boss or whatever?'

"The same way I keep asking how he picked you as his assistant out of every other option out there." 

Whew, joleen knew it was a matter of time before she matched her energy, she just didn't know how to keep mute when anyone tried picking on her.

"Excuse me, are you talking to me?" Sara asked, tilting her eyes.

"Well, it's just the two of us here, do the maths," Joleen responded calmly acting unshaken by the situation.

Sara scoffed, wearing a smile but joleen still saw through her shock.

How much does she know? Why did she think it was okay to even commend on personality or character?

Joleen's temper had suddenly skyrocketed and she would make sure to address this with the right person.

Sara gave her a malicious look before leading her upstairs through the spiral stairs. Just almost as soon as they got up, she opened an entrance that led to a room. 

Sara stood by the door as she guided her in but did so with a hostile attitude.

Joleen stepped in gazing around the too transparent room.

"Don't get too excited, this is a one-time thing, and I will be happy to never see you again," Sara said.

"That makes the two of us," joleen responded with a cheeky smile.

A venomous smile curled up Sara's lips, rage filled her expression, was she going to react?

 No she dared not touch her boss's guest, so she went ahead and shut the door.

The room had a hug glass wall that revealed too much, it was pretty and fancy, but why was it okay that anyone who cared to look could see inside?

The room was wide too, with a wide bed.

Odd, but the room had a piano by the corner of the huge glass wall.

'Did he like to play the piano? Was he a music person?' 

It was spacious and beautiful and even smelled nice and Rich.

"So, here we are, again." She heard a voice from behind her say as she immediately turned, now faced with Dennis Wayne. The infamous Mr. Devil.

"Yet again, his presence made her develop temporary amnesia because she forgets every other thing on her mind and just focused on him.

He was shirtless, his slightly long hair, moist. His skin was properly tanned and the tattoo which almost covered his back to his arm looked even more appealing that day.

This man was simply beautiful, she could judge him all she wanted, but he exuded charm in every state you saw him.

She finally snapped out of her lust, remembering she harbored certain displeasure about how much he had told his assistant.

"How dare you tell your assistant about this? this...

This deal?" She asked angrily.

Dennis ignored her question, and moved to the drawer, reaching for a cigarette, and lighting it before moving towards her.

He stopped before her, and let out a scoff before he then slightly took his attention to the cigarette that was between his fingers, moving it to his lips as his gaze returned to her.

He inhaled the cigarette and almost immediately released the smoke before her, while their gaze still rested on each other.

"And here you are again, with your cute little angry self," he said raising his hand to her hair and feeling it.

"And I must admit little birdie, you look prettier when you are mad," He said before he took another smoke.