The Principal's Daughter by Zak Hardacre Read Free Book Online

stairs was the figure of Pandora, wearing a flowery patterned three-quarter length dress, which swayed softly in the summer breeze. Richard followed her bodyline as she gracefully descended the steps towards them. The three-inch high heels she wore tensed her calf muscles as she walked. Richard was fighting the arousal within him as his mind envisioned what she was wearing under that flimsy garment.
    Carl immediately went around to the driver's door and got behind the wheel. Richard opened the rear passenger door, inviting Pandora to enter. She brushed passed him and he felt a tingle of excitement rush through his body. Placing her gorgeous looking ass on the leather bound seats, she sophisticatedly swung her legs inside. Richard cursed hoping he would have had a brief glimpse of her panties. Was that a smile he saw crossing her lips?
    No words were exchanged as Pandora faced forward. Richard made his way to the front of the vehicle and got into the seat next to Carl.
    "Where would you like to go first?" Richard asked, trying his best to sound friendly.
    "Laura Ashley, Oxford Street," came the curt, nearly hostile, response from Pandora, steadfastly refusing to make eye contact with Richard.
    Swivelling around, Richard glanced at Carl, who simply nodded his head, engaged first gear, and piloted the big car smoothly away from the kerb into the busy traffic stream.
    Carl expertly navigated the busy roads of the capitol, and in no time, at all they were heading north to the east of Hyde Park. At the northern end of the park, a T-junction caused the traffic to build up, and Carl adjusted his speed appropriately. Throughout the whole journey, Richard had been checking the rear view mirror, admiring Pandora's flawless beauty. He could not be sure, but on more than one occasion, he had caught her doing the same. Is she really such an ice queen, he thought to himself.
    Turning right at the junction, Carl entered Bond Street. The pavements were a mass of bustling crowds either locals or tourists entering and departing the various boutiques that stretched along its length. Laura Ashley was only a two-minute drive along on the left-hand side. Checking his mirrors Carl indicated to pull over. He brought the vehicle to a slow and steady stop.
    Richard immediately got out and opened the rear passenger door on the side of the pavement. This was the standard operating procedure. A client would never be asked to exit a vehicle into busy traffic. That was unless there was an emergency and a need to do so. As Pandora shuffled along the seat and swung her well-toned calves out of the door, a bright red flash caught Richards's eye. Had she just given him a flash of her panties?
    Stepping onto the pavement, she rose from her seated position. As she stood erect, she staggered on her high heels falling into Richard. He instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her and stop her falling. The softness of her skin under the thin material excited him. She placed her hand on his shoulder to enable her to regain her balance. Their eyes met briefly, and Richard could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. A flush of red adorned her cheeks, the make-up not hiding its glow. She immediately dropped her hand from his shoulder once she was once more composed. Richard, in tandem, released his hold on her waist.
    "You okay there," he asked in a concerned manner.
    "Yes thank you" this time the response was not hostile, but friendly.
    Smiling broadly, he turned to Carl.
    "If you find somewhere to park, I will give you a call five minutes before we are due to come out so that you can meet us." He delivered the instruction, but knew that Carl had done this countless times before.
    Turning around he saw that Pandora was waiting patiently for him to escort her into the building. Something in her attitude had changed for the better Richard considered. Moving towards the glass door, he pulled it outward to let her enter. As she passed, she smiled and thanked him. Once