Chapter 42 The CEO Surprised By The New Woman

• “If we have solid research showing that a Star won’t succeed in Dubai, then give me a good reason why we should…” Diego’s words fade as he stares at me. I nod and smile politely, then quickly walk away—as fast as my sore groin will allow. As if being naked from the waist down under bright lights wasn’t bad enough, when Katie ripped out the first strand of hair, I had to struggle not to scream. By that point, it was already too late to turn back, as she pointed out so kindly. She worked fast, mercifully, and in twenty minutes, I was holding a mirror between my legs. I’d left a small “landing strip” of ginger color at the top, but otherwise, I was as bald as Rachel. She even made me spread my cheeks.
• “You don’t want hair there either,” she insisted. At that point, I let her do whatever she wanted, past the point of mortification. The post-care lotion she gave me helped with the redness, and she promised smooth, soft skin in a few days. I hate to admit it, but she was right. Even if no one ever sees her work, it makes me feel more attractive. And my cotton underwear against my mound feels strange, as if a shield has been taken away. If I take a step a certain way, the fabric rubs against my clitoris. The voices on the other end of Diego’s meeting continue, a low hum in the background, as I move around quietly, organizing without interrupting.
• I walk into his bedroom and find his sheets in a crumpled pile. My mind automatically drifts to the thought of him in them. Don’t let your feelings interfere with work. His words from yesterday bring me back to reality. Stripping his bed, I gather the sheets, load them into the basket along with the wet towels, and take them to the servants’ quarters. Diego’s gaze follows me the entire time. By the time I finish folding and putting away his boxers and socks, he’s hanging up the phone.