On His Orders (The Billionaire's Way 1)

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Before I know it, my boss and I get dressed and head downstairs. He walks over to the garage and drives out in a Bentley Sedan. I get inside. Mr. Peak speeds out of his private driveway and races down PCH.

We don’t talk much in the car. My boss turns into the city of Santa Monica and heads east. We enter Beverly Hills. My heart begins to race. The car reaches Rodeo Drive. Oh my goodness. You have to be kidding me!

I have been up here a few times before. Of course, I was broke. Coming up to Rodeo Drive is the worst feeling in the world. You see these wealthy people walking around with bags from Fendi, Bucceli and Chanel. And you know that there is no way in hell any average human being can afford to shop on this street. Rodeo Drive sure looks a lot more friendly and inviting from the cabin of a $300,000 car.

Mr. Peak pulls up to the Hermes store where a valet is waiting for him. We get out. The Valet takes his car and drives off. I follow my boss into one of the most expensive stores on Rodeo Drive.

When we walk inside, there is already a store manager and a young woman waiting for Mr. Peak. And boy do they sure look ready to cater to my boss’s demands.

“Good afternoon Mr. Peak, welcome to Hermes. My name is Simon. I am the store manager. To my right is Alicia. She is the director of our women’s department.”

“I will be going to Monaco with my friend and as**sociate Sarah.”

“Excellent Sir,” the impeccably dressed Hermes manager says.

“When Sarah walks into the Monte Carlo Casino, I want the eyes of every heiress, every billionaire, every playboy, Duchess and every last croupier to be directed in the direction of young Sarah,” Mr. Peak orders.

“When we are done, Mr. Peak, Prince Albert himself will propose to your woman.”

Alicia walks me to the women’s department. I look back and Mr. Peak remains at the front of the store in deep conversations with the store manager.

“Monaco. You truly are a lucky girl,” Alicia says as she leads me down the hallway flanked by a glass wall display of Hermes handbags bathed in golden light. My eyes dart in every direction. My legs struggle to keep up with the tall Hermes employee who seems eager to please my boss and meet my every whim.

I am led to this open atrium area where a staff of people are lined up with racks of clothing and boxes of shoes. Alright, I can officially die now. Before I have a chance to open my mouth, the Hermes staff is measuring my body, opening boxes and consulting amongst themselves.

“We have carefully selected several pieces that would be perfect for your Monaco trip. Let’s start with the shoes,” Alicia says as she has a member of her staff walk me to a seat. The group begins to exhibit the most drop dead gorgeous selections of Hermes heels, shoes and sneakers. I jokingly say, “I’ll take them all.”

Alicia doesn’t get the joke. She simply smiles and pulls out her iPad. The staff begins to carefully place about a dozen shoe boxes into the orange Hermes bags. Alicia stands me up. She begins to show me a selection of casual wear.

“Many of these selections are not even available on our display floor right now,” Alicia explains as she shows me an exquisite caramel and vanilla dress. The tall Hermes as**sociate grabs a cute-as-a-button-hat and places it on top of my head. I smile, grab the brim of the hat and strike a pose.

As the staff continues to show me more and more dresses, my head begins to spin. I remember visiting a website and seeing a Hermes sweater going for $600. I can’t even begin to calculate how much this is going to cost Mr. Peak.

The staff starts to wrap up my selections as Alicia grabs my hand. “As you know, Hermes is famous for our handbags, we would like to show you our most special selections,” the young woman says as she walks me to a glass counter. On the counter are six Limited Edition Hermes bags. Alicia proudly acquaints me with each bag. “These Limited Edition bags are all hand made. For Monaco, I would like to recommend this highly coveted and ultra-rare Constance Elan model.”

I feast my eyes on this little black bag. It seems to have a glow around it. Bags are the one thing I really indulge in, when I have the money. So I can’t help but ask Alicia, “How much does this cost?”

“Twenty thousand dollars,” Alicia announces without hesitation. My heart jumps. I simply shake my head up and down. The Hermes girl smiles and hands the bag off to one of her staff members for proper packing.

Now, I have always had fantasies of walking out of Hermes with five or six bags in my hand. In this case, I carry nothing out of the store. The staff walks out of the boutique with a dozen bags. They march to Mr. Peak’s Bentley, stuffing the trunk of the massive vehicle with those precious orange bags.