Chapter 2: Kaleigh's Awakening

Kaleigh opens her eyes, and realizes she's in His arms. She blushes and looks up at Him. His strong face was looking down at her, his eyes burning into hers. Shuddering, she looks down almost embarrassed to be caught looking at Him in the eyes directly.

"What precious? It's OK... You don't need to be shy. I know what you need, and we've come to each other for a reason. "

Kaleigh stammers, "I just have never felt this way about anyone or any situation before. My mother would have a conniption fit if she saw me in a man's arms at our first dinner... she gushes.

"She isn't here, is she?"

"No Sir..."

"Do you want to be a happy girl? "

"Yes Sir..."

"Then I don't ever want to hear you worry about what someone will say. Do you understand this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I think its time for the first rule to be put into place," He says as he looks down at her and raises her chin with his index finger...

I never want to hear you talk badly about yourself, or to worry that something you do will make you look bad to another person's eyes. Do you understand me?"

She looks up at Him with an intent look on her face. She pauses for a long moment, and says "yes Sir..."

"OK... enough seriousness... precious, do you like to attend parties?"

"7Yes Sir..." she sits upright... "I enjoy getting together and having a good time..." she giggles.

"I'm not talking a bar party sweetie. I'm talking about a forma party, where you must know your manners."

"Oh" She looks at him wide eyed... "I uhmmmmm I've never actually participated in a formal affair unless you count high school. But we did go over a lot of table manners in Home Economics."

A belly laugh comes sliding up from James. "Precious, High school was a long time ago... Do you ever attend any of the social events that are held at the crystal palace?"

"Oh that's the ritzy ballroom uptown... " She blushes. "Oh no, I have never been brave enough."

"Kaleigh, I think that we should change that. Are you up for a challenge?"

"A challenge Sir? What kind of challenge?"

"OK, maybe challenge isn't the right word. Would you like to go shopping with me tomorrow?" asked James with a special twinkle in his eye.

Kaleigh looks up at him with a strange look. She thought what was he thinking and planning? Was he going to ask her out on another date? "Well Sir, I have to work tomorrow in the daytime, but I can be available by 5:00pm."

"That would be wonderful precious. How about we meet for dinner again tomorrow, and you can bring me a list of elegant items in your closet." James smiled when he saw her reaction to the request. She looked at him for a few moments, not sure if she should be upset or delighted. No man had ever been so blunt with her. Her mind raced. What did he mean by elegant? Did he already assume they were going to have sex? She was slightly offended, but then the thought crossed her mind. He didn't say sexy item. He said elegant items.

His eyes danced with delight as he watched the expressions on her face change with every thought. It had been a long time since he had a submissive with such spirit and feelings in her expressions. Her eyes seemed to burn straight into his head, and he could not get her out of his mind. As he watched her take a drink from her glass, he thought about how her lips would look encircling his cock. Lost in his own thoughts for a moment, he nearly didn't hear her meek voice asking him to clarify what he meant by elegant.

"I'm sorry precious, to me elegant means classy and stylish with a touch of sexuality thrown in for good measure." He winks at her. "I'm sure you have something in your closet that you'd consider elegant, don't you?"

She thinks for a moment, "well, you could always come look and she what you'd like Sir." She purrs and looks up at him through her lashes. Oh my god she thinks, I just flirted with him and invited him to my house... What's wrong with my senses?

He laughs "Precious, I don't' think you really mean that do you? You'd want me to come into your home, and look through your private things, seeing and feeling your silky under things and dresses along with your lounge clothes. Are you really ready for that little one? Who knows maybe I would put together a wardrobe for you for the week and expect you wear them just as I laid them out." He casually stated while sipping his Merlot.

"Oh Sir, I hadn't thought of it that way... Uh, I uh, no sir, You're right. I don't think I'm ready for that yet." She stammers, thinking to herself. Did I just say yet? Oh god, I did, what' is up with that?

"Very well little one, we will go shopping tomorrow. Do not forget to bring me that list so we know what we have to work with. I must get going. I have an early business meeting in the morning. With those words spoken, he swiftly stands and kisses her gently on the forehead. "Until tomorrow sweet one."

She stares at the empty chair beside her. She is suddenly aware of the restaurant bussing around her. Had these people been here the entire evening? It was funny how she hadn't noticed before. She glances back at his chair and buts a hand on the seat. It was still warm. She can almost feel his energy. Could she truly be addicted to his aura already? The moment he was gone, she suddenly felt lonely. She gathered her jacket and purse and walked to the doors and into the dark night. So dark and damp, just like so many nights before. She could feel it in the air, spring was just around the corner, and there were going to be many things starting to grow and bloom in the next few months.

The brief ride home was rather quick as the traffic was light. She unlocked the front door and greeted her cat. Heading straight to the bedroom, she thought to herself of his description of elegant. Classy, stylish yet sexy... she could hear his voice ringing in her ears. Dropping her shoes and garments onto the floor, she flings open her closet doors and glances around inside. She thumbs through her work slacks, dress blouses, that could be considered stylish, but nothing struck her as elegant. She took out her notebook and started a short journal page about her wardrobe. Fifteen minutes later her cell phone rings. "oh my god, it's Him... answering the phone, she cautiously says "hello Sir."