The Billionaire's Dog Walker #2

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This year I am going to use Grammy’s short story prompts to write a story for my wonderful blog readers. Check out her blog. It’s a lot of fun. I hope you enjoy the story. Any feedback, comments, and constructive criticism are welcome.

If you missed Scene 1 you can read it HERE!

Prompt: The sun was shining brightly but then…

The Billionaire's dog Walker


Scene 2


Vivian 

    The sun was shining brightly but then it had turned out be a beautiful day for October in Chicago. My first day as a dog walker went by fast, but I had the satisfaction of exhaustion from physical labor. After walking Trevor Donne’s large, unruly canine, I had six more appointments. My feet ached, my shoulders were sore, and my lips chapped from the strong winds. I collapsed on to a park bench to catch a few rays before dragging myself home. The sun’s warmth was welcome on my face as I closed my eyes to savor it. The laughter of children filled the air, the swings creaked on their chains, and birds chirped. The hotdog stand had just started cooking the dogs for the afternoon. My stomach rumbled at the smell of cooking hotdogs. I sighed and threw my arms over the back of the bench. The ache in my shoulders eased, slightly. 

A shadow blocked out the sun, causing a shiver to race through my body. I cracked an eye open to see who dared to interrupt my break. A large, heavily muscled man dressed in a black suit stared down at me. 

“Miss Vivian?” The beard covering his face barely moved when he spoke. 

I cocked an eyebrow at him. My heart thundered at the sight of him and my palms went clammy, even though it was cold. Play it cool, Viv. You’re in a park. What’s he going to do to you?

“Yah, that’s me. What do you want?”

“Mr. Donne sent me.” He crossed his arms before nodding to a sleek black car.

“Why?” I was instantly alert. We had agreed to meet at the event this evening. “How did you know where I was?” I jumped to my feet and spoke in my most demanding senior clinician voice.

He paled a little bit and raised his hands as I stalked closer to him. I glared at him with everything I had in my 5’2” self.

“I’ve followed you.” 

“All day!” And I hadn’t even noticed! I didn’t know what was came out stronger my anger at Trevor Donne for having me tailed or myself for not even noticing. I paced back and forth in front of the bench.I needed to up my game. This wasn’t the quiet town I was used to. Anyone could’ve been following me. A serial killer, a rapist,... or a really large guy driving a black car.

“Miss, we should be going.” He interrupted my internal scolding. “Mr. Donne wanted me to take you shopping.”

“Shopping? I have clothes.” 

At that, a small smile broke his face. His eyes went from my dirt smudged sneakers to my paw print covered pants to my windblown hair. For a moment he looked like he didn’t know what to say, then a genuine smile spread out under the bushy growth.

“You need a dress.”

“I HAVE dresses.” Not really, I had one black dress that I used to wear out with my girl friends and... a white dress that will never be worn. So, yes, technically I have two dresses. It was my turn to smirk and cross my arms.

He took a step toward me and reached out for my elbow but stopped a few inches away.

“I was told to take you shopping for an appropriate dress tonight.” His voice was stern and gravelly. “Mr. Donne wants you to be suitably dressed.”

I tossed my hair to the side and opened my mouth to tell him exactly how I felt about that.

“Please, miss, just try on some dresses. If you don’t, he will dock it out of my pay.” 

Rats, I don’t know this man from Adam but what if he needed every bit of his salary.  

“Fine.” I marched to the waiting black car.

*******

Shopping with the man whose name was Carl turned out to be fun. We went to this high end boutique where I tried on dresses that cost more than a year of rent. Then, Carl took me to a salon. I was pampered with in an inch of my life. A massage, a mani, a pedi, and a facial. Then, my hair was coiffed into an elaborate up-do and my make up professionally applied. Afterwards, he dropped me off at my apartment to relax a bit before promising to pick me up in an hour. 

Exactly sixty minutes later, the door bell sounded in my tiny home. I rushed to answer the door, wobbling in my red silhettos. I swung it open. Carl’s gruff face broke into a grin as he took in the new me. 

“Quite a bit different than earlier.” He held up my jacket to help me into it. 

“There was a lot of work to go into it.” 

He chuckled as he took my elbow to steady me down the stairs. A long black limo waited at the curb, 

“We’re going in that?” I whispered.

He nodded as he opened the door for me. My heart sank as I glanced into the back of the limo. It was empty.

“Mr. Donne had to arrive early to make sure everything was ready.”

I nodded as I slid into the back. The inside smelled of brand new leather and the seats were plush. A bottle of champagne sat in a silver bucket of ice. 

“Help yourself. It’ll take some time to get to the gala.” Carl said before sliding into the passenger seat up front. 

The limo ride was fun. I drank some champagne and watched the lights of the city roll by. Butterflies danced in my stomach as I adjusted the red dress. It was a soft silk that hugged my curves while the back was nonexistent and front plunged to a deep V. A long slit went up the side and made me feel very exposed. I wasn’t even sure how this thing stayed where it was supposed to but Carl and the sales woman assured me it was absolutely right for tonight. 

The limo pulled up in front of the entrance. White columns lined the front and a carpet covered walkway led up to the doors. On either side, cameras flashed and people shouted. Carl opened my door and helped me out of the limo. Flashes blinded me and the roar of the crowd overwhelmed me. My heart raced, blood pounded in my ears, and my ankles wobbled in my new shoes. What was I doing? I made to turn back to the limo when a tall broad-shouldered man in an elegant black and white suit gripped my elbow. His blue eyes sparkled at me and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. His artfully styled black hair and a face of an angel made my heart pound in a different way than before. Suddenly, my voice froze and I couldn’t move. Trevor Donne, in all of his glory.

He leaned down with his mouth inches from my ear. Tingles raced down my spine as he said, “You look beautiful.” He placed my hand at his elbow and led me into the gala.


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