Complete attraction (Need one female. PM me if interested)

[Bardiche]

(Need one female. PM me if interested)

London

Cristos Stephanides had never been fond of women in uniform. If he had the whole world would have known it because the tabloids was reporting everything the handsome Greek multi millionaire did. Usually his name was connected to fast cars and out of this world beautiful women. However the woman he was now watching with interest was not his ordinary type and she didn't even know he was watching her as the limousines toned windows concealed him.

Tall and slender she was, with a dark green uniform jacket, a tight fitting skirt that marked a slender waist and practical shoes as contrast to her magnificent legs.

"You see that woman there, are that a military uniform she wear?" Cristos nonchalantly asked his cousin.

The rather fat middle aged man looked out the window. "A stewardess more likely."

Just as Cristos was about to turn his eyes away from her the cap she wore was torn from her head by a sudden wind and released a glowing mass of hair that flickered behind her when she chased it. She had almost reached their car when she caught her cap. Cristos was fascinated by the way the sun reflected against her hair while she struggled to put it back under the cap again.

Cristof couldn't help but stare. She was that beautiful.

"I think she may be a chauffeur." His assistant Timon said quietly.

Disappointed Cristos narrowed his black eyebrows. To him a chauffeur was as forbidden as a servant. But as Timon had said she sat down in the driver seat of a Bentley that had a discreet decal of a car renting firm.

"A strange job for a woman." He say disapprovingly.

With a grin his cousin Spyros say. "With a body like that it probably can be very lucrative."

Filled with distaste Cristos decide not to say anything. Spyros was really an dirty old man, but they were after all related and Cristos had early learned the importance of blood ties and family.

"Is it your fiancee you are thinking of?" Spyros obviously mistook the younger mans silence and laughed meaningfully.

"Petrina are a good girl that know her place. If she would get some ideas you are the right man to put her back in her place."

"We will not discuss my engagement." Cristos mumbled with a cool warning in his voice.

Cristos was a Stephanides and Petrina a Rhodias. Their families was since long linked in business. The marriage would bring the families closer together. The marriage between them was to preserve wealth and power, and to guarantee a younger generation that could take over. No one expected Cristos to be faithful to his wife, but it was unfitting to talk about that and as such he found Spyros comment highly irritating.

Trurh to be told Cristos was very tired of Spyros attempt to flatter and amuse him. It felt like he had heard all the jokes several times. Another thing was that his cousin always wanted money when he came to visit. Often he needed to pay back some debt. In the past Spyros had bragged about the fact he hadn't worked a single day in his 45 year old life.

That changed 6 months ago when Cristos gave him a job in London, on a freight company that was only a small part of the Stephanides empire. The hope was that Spyros would get a new start away from his old bad habits. In addition Cristos had payed of all his debts despite that his grandpa Patras had laughed at his optimism.

"Spyros are a lazy scoundrel. Every family have one and we are to rich to let his family starve. Instead of trying to change him you should just give him enough money to stay away." Patras had told Cristos.

"You probably wonder why i met you at the plane." Spyros said and looked at Cristos. "I wanted to thank you for the chance to change my life."

Cristos watched him with no expression. He didn't let the older man see his surprise, and that he would touch that subject with Timon present.

"Can't you eat dinner with us tonight before you leave?" Spyros asked.

Cristos sighed as he changed his plans. His mistress that waited him in his apartment had to wait. His principals was more important and Spyros deserved some encouragement for his efforts.

6 weeks later

6 weeks after his former visit Cristos flew to London from Southern France. Timon met him at the airport and gave him an envelope. Cristof gave him a questioning look.

"What is this?"

"Spyros Zolottas wanted me to give you that while you still was in the airport."

The envelope held a congratulation card that his cousin had signed.

"It's not my birthday." Cristos mumble.

Timon stare right ahead as they walk to the limousine waiting for Cristos. Immediately Cristos is filled with excitement as he understood what his cousin had meant with the card. With his photographic memory Cristos recognised the car and the redhead in dark green uniform that stood beside it. He had a problem believing Spyros was behind such a nice surprise.

Not even the uniform could hide her perfect forms and she moved with a dancers obvious self confidence. He saw her in silk that covered her skin perfectly. It never occurred that he may not have her. If he wanted a woman it always ended with her coming to him.

"I must mention that the bodyguards aren't happy with this arrangement. They haven't had the time to check out this firm." Timon muttered.

"No problem. I am satisfied with this arrangement." Cristos smiled as he watched the young woman make a last check of the car.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Seàrlaid Macrae watched her client approaching from the airport. She’d already suffered through the interrogation by his bodyguards and was more than ready to be on the road with her high price patron and his entourage. The way he was lazily making his way toward the vehicle, told her that he wasn’t in a hurry and time was his to waste. She normally wouldn’t have cared, but Searlaid had things to do. She was already working a shift she normally wouldn’t work. A favor for her ex-boyfriend Joe.

She still liked Joe, not as a lover anymore, but as a friend. They weren’t compatible sexually, but he was still a nice guy. He’d called her and begged her to take his shift, so he could take some hillbilly nit-wit to some concert. Searlaid knew the girl he was taking and though Joe was her friend, right now she thought him the dumbest man on the planet. The girl he was taking lacked wits, but made up for it with a large bosom and a round ass.

Searlaid plastered a professional smile on her face when the client finally reached the side of the limo. Sunlight played across her upturned face and danced across the gold lamented name tag she wore. “Good day, Mister Stephanides.” Searlaid had practiced the name the minute she’d agreed to chauffeur him. Nothing was worse than to muck up a client’s name. She opened the door and waited for him to slide into the air-conditioned unit.

Her violet eyes shifted from his handsome features to those of the man who walked with him. She then glanced back to Stephanides. “Do you have bags, Sir?” she asked, noting that none followed him, but it was not her place to assume no one else would be coming. Perhaps there was another person toddling along with his luggage.

She glanced at her watch, noting the time and frowning. They were behind schedule, granted her schedule really didn’t matter. She was going to be late for her date with an Audrey Hepburn film and a bowl of popcorn. Her long fingers, professionally polished, pushed a few strands of red curls behind her ears. The other strands remained in the tight braid she'd wove that morning.

 

[Bardiche]

"Good day." Cristos smiled at the very attractive woman before his eyes went down to her name tag. "Searlaid." He let her name roll of his tongue. What a strange name. It added to his intrigue as he looked her over. Yes, she was as beautiful as he remembered. He looked over his shoulders and saw one of his other assistants coming with his luggage.

"My luggage have arrived." He say with a smile, trying to be as charming as he could be. For this woman he would gladly put his principles away. It had been a long time since a woman interested him this much. His latest lovers had been good for entertainment and passing the time but they had never caught his interest this fast. He had no illusions about them either. They got jewelry and money and in exchange he got pleasure. He knew that he gave them equal amount of pleasure as well but he also knew that it was his wealth as well as his looks that drew them to him as flies.

He watched as his assistant loaded his luggage in the trunk of the car.

"I will go and calm down your bodyguards." Timon whispered in his ear. "Niclos look like he will have a heart attack soon."

"Do that and take the rest of the day off." Cristos responded and smiled at Timos shocked expression.

He sat down in the backseat and smiled slowly as the woman entered the driver seat.

"I am craving some coffee. It have been a long flight." He say to her back. "Drive to a place that serve it." He order. He don't really need coffein. Just the time to learn to know her better. He look out the toned window and see the three bodyguards in their car. Ready to follow them.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Searlaid kept her face expressionless as she started the car and put it into gear. The bodyguards vehicle pulled out behind them and she glanced cautiously behind her to make sure they kept up. They did, though it wouldn’t be that hard, traffic was light and she was not the speed demon she was in her own vehicle.

The limo glided along the road with ease. The air conditioning kept the humidity and extreme temperatures at bay. A soft fluttering of her client’s favorite music flittered through the speakers and Searlaid inwardly fumed at having to stop at a coffee shop. She wanted to take him to his hotel and then go home, curl up with her popcorn watch Aubrey fall in love and then fall asleep dreaming of her own happily ever after.

It wasn’t going to happen though. “Starbucks, Sir,” she said, glancing back at the gentleman behind her. She took in his chiseled features and for the first time she admitted he was a striking figure. Her violet eyes met his grey ones and she wished for a moment she had time to study them closer. They looked different, grey, but with a silvery mist to them.

Shifting her attention back to the car and the need to provide quick and courteous service, Searlaid pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine. She stepped out and closed her door, then walked around to open her client’s. She waited for Cristos to climb out before shutting the door behind him. She noted the security guards had also pulled in and she could see the look of irritation clearly written on their faces as they piled out of their vehicle and began to approach her and Cristos.

“They don’t look happy,” she muttered under her breath, then quickly closed her mouth. She figured the guards were pissed off because their boss had the urge to deflect from what they would consider a “regular” route. She remained stiff and straight, as the guards reached their side.

 

[Bardiche]

Cristos looked at Niclos as the big man reached their side. He knew that Niclos was a professional but sometimes his persistence was annoying. He was on Cristos payroll, not the other way around.

"Why did we change the route?" Niclos immediately say in a thick accent as he stand in front of them. His accusing eyes are on Searlaid instead of Cristos. As she are to blame.

"I was in need of coffee." Cristos simply said and frowned. "Go back to the car and wait for us." He order and gently take Searlaids hand in his and lead her towards the Starbucks.

"Niclos bark more than he bite." He say to her as they enter the building. "If he try to talk you down let me know."

"Two coffee." He say to the woman behind a counter. When he get the paper cups he give one to Searlaid and smile at her. She's so damn attractive. He had always had a thing for redheads. He sit down at a table and wait for her to join him.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Searlaid should have seen it coming, but she hadn’t. She wasn’t used to the clients trying to pick her up. Sure they smiled and flirted with her but as soon as she was behind the wheel, she was gone. She blended in with the upholstery. But not today... she was now standing in Starbucks, holding a coffee she didn’t want and with a man she didn’t know, nor wish to know. He was the client, she was the employee and this whole situation was wrong.

She frowned at the seat he expected her to take. “This isn’t right,” she muttered and took the seat. She put the coffee on the table and toyed with the little stirrer that’d placed in it. She then pushed the offensive object away. “I don’t drink coffee,” she told him and then sat back with her arms crossed in front of her chest and her ankles crossed under the table.

“And as far as your men talking down to me. . .” she shrugged her shoulder, “I’m used to it. This,” she lifted her hand and swept the room with it. “Is not normal. My job is behind the wheel, not conversation.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. "Gonna fuck up your tip, if you don’t shut your mouth," she thought to herself. She glanced back at the client and tried to plaster on a smile, but it was useless. She was out of her element. This was a social place, not her car. She wanted the security of the wheel, where a rich man belonged behind her not across from her. “Will we be making any more unscheduled stops?” she asked. “I’m due to be off soon and I have plans for the evening.”

 

[Bardiche]

Cristos wasn't used to women that didn't like his company. He didn't like that one bit. He looked at her hard, trying to figure out what was so different with this woman. He wasn't usually trying to pick up the chauffeurs. But then he had never seen such an attractive one before. That she was telling him that she had plans for the evening something cold got to the surface in him. Did those plans include a man? Was she married? The thought sobered him up somewhat. He looked down at her hands but saw no wedding ring. The abscence of a ring didn't mean much though as some women didn't always carry one.

"Are you married?" He bluntly asked as he looked in her face to read the truth. "I will not lie. I find you very attractive." He leaned back in the chair and folded his arms. "Your eyes have a color i have never seen on someone else." He take up the cup and sip his coffee.

"One thing to make clear is that your job is to drive me wherever i wan't. For how long i wan't." He smile slightly at her. "It is for me to decide." If she was married he would leave her alone. He maybe wasn't the nicest guy there was but he tried to not fuck up peoples marriages. Enough of his friends wives had tried to seduce him. With no effect. He stared at her with heat in his eyes. If she was single he knew that she would be his. He wasn't used to rejection and he wouldn't start to be now.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Searlaid frowned. “My apologies, Mister Stephanides. You’re right. . .I am here to drive you around wherever you need, for as long as you need me.”

“Back to your first question. . .I’ll have to ask you not to get too personal. I’m flattered you find me attractive, thank you for that. But you are the client and I the employee, as you were so kind to point out.”

She said nothing else about herself, choosing instead to ignore his "marital" question and toy with a paper napkin instead. As he drank his coffee and contemplated her words, Searlaid began to make origami animals with the Starbucks napkins.

Eventually she had made an elephant and a giraffe, before looking up into Cristos’s eyes. “Where would you like to go next?” she asked, placing the third origami critter next to the other two.