Two days later I started at Mark’s company. He introduced me to my new boss, Danielle, himself. She was an older, stern woman, with a bit of an old librarian look about her, but she was actually quite nice. I had my own office once more, and I immediately set about learning how everything worked at the company.
No one knew Mark and I were dating, to my relief. It wasn’t something I wanted to be known publically. Everyone just knew I was a new hire, and that was that. I picked up the work pretty quickly, filled out a number of forms for human resources to take care of, and just as the clock was about to strike five, my phone rang.
“Hey, I was thinking, you probably want to stay in and buy things like groceries tonight, but would you let me take you out on the town tomorrow?”
“That sounds good, definitely.”
“Awesome. Listen, I want to take you somewhere nice. Go down to Elizabeth’s Boutique on Market Street tomorrow and pick something out. They know to expect you.”
“Are you sure? I have a couple nice things in my wardrobe now.”
“I’m sure. I want to do something nice for you, consider it a gift for coming all this way.”
“Wow... thanks!” I replied. I was lying when I said I had some nice things, I had never bought anything that wasn’t from a sale rack. It wasn’t that I didn’t make any money in Minneapolis, the job there actually paid pretty well. It was just that I wanted to get rid of my student loans as soon as possible.
Maybe dating a billionaire had its little perks after all!
The next day on my lunch break I walked down to Market Street and found Elizabeth’s Boutique, a cute little designer dress shop. As soon as I walked in the attendant was all over me.
“Oh you must be Caroline, Mark told us you’d be in today,” she told me as she brought over racks and racks of dresses. “I’m Andrea, I’m here to help you pick out your dress for today.” I wasn’t used to being treated this way in a clothing store, most of my clothes came from shops where there was one person, maybe two people during the peak times to help customers, it certainly wasn’t one on one service.
“Now, do you have any preferences in terms of style, or color?”
“Umm... not really, no, I hadn’t really thought about it. I guess, I kind of like blue, I think it goes well with my eyes, or maybe green?”
“Fantastic, I love the idea of green. Let’s get you into an emerald dress.” Andrea looked me up and down, and I could feel myself starting to blush. I wasn’t used to salespeople looking at me so openly like this.
“I think we’re going to start of putting you in something form fitting. You’re hiding it there somewhat, but I suspect there’s a great shape under that suit, and you’ll look amazing if you show it off.”
Half an hour later we had the perfect dress. It was turquoise, with a sweetheart neckline and ? sleeves, hugged my curves before ending just above the knee. It was both sexy, flirty, but also classy, without revealing too much.
“You’ll need a pair of shoes to go with it,” Andrea urged, moving me towards the back to the store.
“Oh no, I couldn’t, Mark said to just buy a dress,” I protested. I knew I didn’t have the money to pay for any of the shoes that were in here myself. I had already caught a glimpse at the price tag on the dress I was going to buy and almost fainted..
“Mark told me you could buy anything you needed sweetie, and believe me, I think you need a new pair of shoes with that dress.”
Reluctantly I agreed, and when I left the store I had a brand new pair of white heels that went perfectly with the dress. I knew I had a white Guess clutch in my apartment somewhere that would finish off the outfit perfectly.
Mark was picking me up at 7, so when I was finished work I went home to have a quick shower and get ready before we were to go out.
When I finally had my entire outfit on, my makeup done, my hair let down over my shoulders, I smiled at myself in the mirror. Even I had to admit, I looked pretty good in what I was wearing. I twirled around and giggled to myself. I hadn’t worn clothes this nice, well, ever. Hell, the dress alone cost more than a month’s rent back in Minneapolis.
When Mark rang at my door I answered enthusiastically. He looked me up and down and let out a low whistle.
“Damn, that’s a hell of a dress,” he told me as he kissed me softly on the cheek and extended a hand, which I took.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it, seeing as you paid for it.”
“If that’s the kind of thing you buy with my money I’m letting you buy a whole new wardrobe!” he answered.
Mark had parked his car outside my building, and my jaw dropped when I saw it. He drove a veritable sports car! Sleek, low to the ground and metallic looking, it practically screamed money.
“Wow, you drive this?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Yeah, get in!” he encouraged, and I did as he asked, sliding into the smooth passenger seat and giggling with excitement as the engine roared to life.