The store had everything for a woman. Shoes, jewelry, lingerie, dresses and all. A woman came up to us and before I had time to ponder took she and Niall with me into the store.
"She will, among other things, have a wonderful dress for tonight." said Niall and I saw that the woman listened to him, "It will be sexy but not vulgar."
I got, put in a room, to try dresses. The woman came in with them and I had to show off all for Niall because he paid.
"No!" he said when he didn't like them. "Maybe!" when he wasn't sure and "YES!" meant that the woman took the garment checkout.
"That dress's the right one!" Niall exclaimed. I blushed because the dress showed half my back and it was tighter than anything else.
Niall laughed and he came up to me. He stood behind me and I felt how he almost ate me with his eyes. Although he didn't touch me, I could almost feel his body against my skin.
"That you must have!" he whispered hoarsely and he smiled at my reflection. "It will be perfect!"
I nodded a little bit and I tried not to blush.
"But it's not me?"
He smiled and he let a hand caressing my hip.
"Well it's definitely you!"
I frowned, but he was sure of his cause. He smiled and he let his hand slide up to my side. My whole body was shaking and I felt how he almost breathed against my skin.
"Maggie, trust me!" he whispered hoarsely. "The dress is the only thing that will get everyone else to stare at you."
"Why would I want that they should stare?"
He laughed a little bit and his hand slid around on my back. It brushed against my bare skin on my back and it was as if my whole body was like a explosion, but I didn't show it.
"You will understand!" he whispered, and then he released me and walked toward the checkout. "Switch on and bring the dress to Checkout."
It was like I was almost disappointed. I still felt the imprint from his hand as had touched me and I was angry. Why had I been influenced by him? I didn't like his type and he was anything but such a guy I wanted.
When we got back to the hotel had Niall bought everything to me. I wasn't aware of what had happened. It was as if he convinced me that I needed things, as I didn't even wanted.
"We shower and we change!" he said quickly. I nodded and I took the bags into my room. I locked the door, to be sure he wouldn't come in to me, when I was naked. It was like a dream, not a pleasant dream, but it felt unreal. I showered, put on clean underwear and I obeyed Niall. I put on the tight dress and actually realized I looked pretty okay in it. Still, I had a feeling that I shouldn't have said yes.
When I was done, and locked up the door, I heard that Niall was talking on the phone. I hesitated and I was still standing inside my room.
"Yes, it's wonderful!" he said into the phone. "We've seen different things throughout the day, so I'll taking her out to eat some food..."
I realized he was talking to someone in the family Stanford.
"Yes she's nice and we have great fun together." continued with Niall and he seemed happy. "And yes, she's your nanny and I know she's not my type."
I balked. I wasn't Nialls type? One side of me cheered, but I couldn't stop to feel disappointment. I wasn't his type, but what I would have thought? Had I thought he would fall for me and save me from a boring life? I realized that he still had affected me, even though I had fought against.
When Niall had hangs up, I opened the door and he spun around to look at me. It was as if he dropped century skills and he just stared at me. I smiled and I felt pretty sure that everything was just theater for him.
"So I'm not your type?" I got out of me. Niall just gaped and I saw his eyes slid over my body. For once I was glad I managed to influence him back.
I smiled big.
"YOU said on the phone that I just am a nanny and I'm not your type?"
Nialls eyes met mine and it was as if he woke up.
"What would you have me to say?" he asked quickly. "I can't tell Stanford what they don't want to hear?"
"What do you mean?"
Niall smiled rather sheepishly and he came towards me. He stood in front of me and it was only a few inches between us. His hands landed on my waist and I was shaking all over.
"You want me to tell them the truth?" he whispered hoarsely and with a deep voice.
"What's the truth?" I asked silly. I actually had no idea what was his truth, but I knew I myself had many opinions and they were mixed.
"Just the truth!" he muttered hoarsely. "That you're one of the few who get my rich little heart to jump. I love your body and I fantasize about ripping off your clothes and make you scream for mercy."
I was startled and I know I blushed. I just stared at him. Niall grinned and he looked down over the dress.
"If I wasn't brought up, I had spent the entire weekend in bed and discovered every inch of you. I had licked you until you scream right out and I had made you blush just by the thought was I did with you."
I tore myself away from him and I backed off a few steps.
"So it's true then you are a playboy who has a lot of girlfriends?"
Niall laughed and he let me not off with your eyes. He was amused.
"Maggie, sometimes outperforms the fame truth." he almost seemed to laugh at me. "I may have experience, but don't believe everything that you hear from others. Find out the truth on your own."
I was almost angry.
"That's what I'm doing? I'm asking you if you have lots of girls, or if you are such guy that replacing girlfriend every day or week?"
He took a few steps towards me and he looked straight into my eyes.
"Why do you want to know?"
I blushed and I lowered my head. What should I answer?
"Because I want to know?"
He grinned happily.
"So you want to know the rich, spoiled guy who doesn't fit into your frames, what's normal?"
I shook my head quickly.
"No I'm not ..."
He came up to me and he took my face between his hands. He made sure I looked at him.
"For God's sake, admit it!" he whispered quickly and he let his face only stay a few inches from mine. "Admit that you want me, because I know what signals you sending out and you are interested in me. It's something going on between us, but you are too proud to admit it."
I just wanted to scream. I just wanted to run away and I wanted to avoid having to tell the truth. I had two truths. One truth that wanted him and wanted to do all along with Niall. My second truth was that he scared me and I was afraid of being taken advantage of. I didn't want to become one of the crowd of girls, that he had had. I wanted to be unique.
"I'm just a nanny?" I whispered uncertainly. "Why would a guy you like to have a poor and unattractive girl like me?"
Niall smiled. He didn't let go of my face and he looked straight into my eyes.
"Can't you feel it?"
He was close to kiss me, but he didn't.
"You make me go crazy!"
He breathed heavily. I felt all his scents drift into my nose and I just wanted to stay there forever. His face was perfect and I could die for less. He always smiled so charming and he seemed so sure of everything. It was as if he was my opposite, and I liked it, for some silly reason I liked him.
"You're just rich?" I whacked. Niall smiled. He didn't care that I was trying to say something mean to him. He didn't released me, and he held my face so soft.
"And if I kiss you?"
"Then I scream!"
He didn't believe me and I didn't believe myself.
"No one can hear you." he whispered. I hesitated.
When a couple kissing in a movie, see it always as if the kiss is prefect and there's something magical about that particular kiss. Niall kissed me and I realized that it wasn't a lie. The movies shown that it was possible to totally forget everything when you kissed the right guy.
I took my arms around his neck and I felt him pressed up against me. He held me tightly around my back and he was breathing heavier. He let his lips to play with me, he let his lips investigate and he let his tongue slip in. I felt how he filled me with all the feelings that existed. I was calm, I had a panic, I wanted more, I wanted to leave the room, I wanted to come home... Well, I had no idea what I wanted. The only thing I was aware of was his lips, his body and his presence.
I was disappointed when he ended the kiss. I was breathing as heavily as he did and we were red in our faces.
"We have to go." he groaned slightly absent. "I booked the table and we have to go there now."
He dropped me but yet I could still feel his hands, his lips and his body against mine.
Niall smiled and he looked at me with wide eyes. It was as if I had influenced him more and there was now no turning back. He took my hand and I didn't protest. I followed him to the elevator without a word and we went down to a waiting car. What had happened?