Sleeping With The CEO
Chapter 184: Dressed To Kill

Chapter 184: Dressed To Kill

One of the first things that Emily had come to realize that she would need greatly if she were to survive as Derek Haven’s PA had been one thing.

Adaptability.

That trait had come through for her on more than one occasion. When it came to events, be it a gala or a party, adaptability was Emily’s friend, just as it was in that current moment. Instead of going straight home, Emily had gone shopping on Derek’s card. Which was normally the case whenever she had to go anywhere with him.

But what he did not know was that whatever it was that he bought her when it came to going to social functions. Emily always found a way to make sure that it ended up being donated to charity. But that was neither here nor there.

What mattered in that moment was how she looked in her chosen attire for the night.

The red dress clung to every single curve she had, and flowed from her body like waves in the ocean. She looked stunning and she knew it. Even her hair was on another level.

She had taken the time to take it out of its usual severe knot. It was cascading over her shoulder. Smooth, and silky.

The combination of the dress and her hair making look like a femme fatale. Or one of those ladies who just knew that they were super hot, and knew how to use it.

Even her lipstick, a light shade of pink added to the whole look of a dangerous beauty. Her mascara just enough to give her eyes a shadowed look that made her look mysterious.

Going to sit down, Emily grabbed a pair of shoes. She put them on as her final piece of the armor, and when she stood up she was six inches taller. Emily did not like stilettos, and stilettos did not like her. But that did not mean that she could not wear them and work the room. And work the room she was going to do.

Normally, when she attended such events with Derek, she went for muted colors, grays and blacks, colors that blended into the background and did not draw any attention to her. Her job at those things mostly to just keep an eye out, and listen in for Derek when he was unavailable.

Mostly busy socializing with some of the higher-ups. The big names in whatever industry that they represented.

That was her normal job, to be his eyes and ears.

But that day things were different.

Emily had done some reading up on the diplomat’s daughter, Penelope. That was her name. And Penny had a reputation, for being a man eater.

She was the type of girl that not only did not hear it, but could not hear it when a man told her no. Not only that, she was also the kind who would not be scared away by words such as, ’I have a girlfriend,’ ’I am engaged,’ or ’I am married. My wife would not like this.’

If anything, girls like Penny took statements like that as a challenge. If they found a man who said that he was taken, they took great joy in tearing him from all that he valued. Using him up, and then throwing him aside the moment that he caught feelings.

Emily knew the type. She knew that type very well, and as such that was why she had decided to dress the way that she was. The dress that she wore not only clung to her curves, it also had a slit starting from her ankle all the way to her upper thigh, on the left side.

When she walked she sashayed her hips. Moving them this way and that. A phantom breeze making sure to take the hem of the dress, and move it gently over her ankles. It was an old trick that Emily had learned. She was showing very little flesh.

But it looked as though she was showing a lot. That was the type of woman that Penny would view as a threat. A man-eater only paid attention to another man-eater.

And once Emily showed up with Derek, she wanted Penny’s eyes on her and her alone. Viewing Emily as a threat, trying to engage her, and in the process leaving Derek alone.

"You can do this, girl," Emily told her reflection. And then she walked outside to where Derek was waiting.

Stepping outside with the attendants opening the door for her, a tiny purse clutched in her hands. Emily could not help the predatory grin that came over her face when Derek looked at her for the first time.

A man was still a man, and his unguarded reaction made Emily’s blood sing.

The moment that the doors opened, Derek’s eyes did an automatic appreciative sweep of her figure. Looking her up and down, his eyes settling briefly on her breasts, before being forced back up. Then they went back down without his input, and it took everything in him to pull them back up again.

He looked tongue-tied for a bit but then he gathered himself.

"Gorgeous is not the right word Emily Molson. You look stunning, and even that, does not sum up how exqusite you look," Despite the unbothered air that she was trying to give. Emily felt her ears heat at the compliment.

"Let’s go knock’em dead," He said and Emily smiled, moving closer, she lowered her lashes.

Unlike him, she was not so open with her oggling, but a woman could appreciate. The charcoal black suit that Derek wore was the stuff that dreams were made of. Standing as close as she was. She realized that the shirt that he was wearing underneath was not midnight black like she had immediately thought. Instead it was a dark navy blue, and it shimmered in the light when she was close enough to notice.

The steel-grey tie complementing it perfectly. The whole ensemble made Derek seem like a supermodel on the runway. And standing next to him, she realized what a picture they must make. Emily in her femme fatale get-up, and him looking like an assassin straight from the shadows.

They looked like a couple dressed to kill.

Penny would not stand a chance. "Come let us go," Derek said. "I need you to protect my honor," he told her, and Emily smiled coily at him.

"Should it be a fight to the death? Or would you like me to just slap her around a bit if she dares to try and touch you?" She asked, and Derek shrugged.

"I do not condone violence, but I have always wondered if breast implants explode when punched hard enough," He said, and Emily had to suppress her snort.

She’d heard that Penny was a bit on the difficult side. For Derek to be saying such about her, it meant that at some point during the night. Emily would have to grit her teeth to stop herself from strangling the other woman. Grateful for the heads up, she nodded, and the two of them were on their way.