Meanwhile, in her room Zeenia dressed with care.
There was nothing quite like the delicious sensation of pure silk against warm, scented flesh. It was like a soothing balm on emotions that were raw. Turning in front of a huge wall mirror, she checked out the shocking plunge in the back, which extended up to her narrow waist. The color was perfect. It suited her mood, blood red. She pinned her hair on top of her head with two chopsticks made of fourteen-carat gold. Tiny gold beads dangled at the ends of those decorative chopsticks.
Theodore had sent to her room a few hours back, many designers dress in silks and chiffons, along with matching accessories. They were all sexy and gorgeous dresses. They were more suited for a date or a hot romance, rather than a business dinner. Tonight she w
