didn’t hold the same peace for me, since now I was constantly afraid that I would be witness to another robbery or attempted robbery.
The thieves were caught, although, scanning the pictures in the paper, not my blue-eyed man. Actually, I didn’t know for certain if he was one of the thieves. I just assumed he was because he didn’t seem afraid, and he went back to the store after he got me to my car. Or maybe I just assumed he went back to the store. I didn’t know. And I didn’t care.
All I could remember were his amazing blue eyes. I started to remember other details of his face, too. He had a chiseled jaw with just a little scruff on his chin and his hair fell over one eye in an adorable swoosh. I wanted to just push it out of his face, run my fingers through that luxurious thickness, and let my hands wander down his chin and across his lips, then down his neck… Get a grip.
I found myself fantasizing, or starting to fantasize, about this stranger. I was just caught up in the romance of the whole situation. Sometimes my life read like a fairy-tale. A rich, beautiful girl locked away from all male interaction by her father. I attended an all girls’ school, and I was only allowed to associate with my male peers under strict chaperoning (usually by one of the servants). I was definitely never allowed to touch them. Then, this dashing young man comes in and rescues me from certain death. Well, was it any shock I was swept up in the feelings? I was a princess, almost literally. I was a damsel in distress rescued by a gorgeous hunk of a man.
And, of course, there was his hint that he would eventually want payment of some kind. If he was one of the thieves, he would probably just want some sort of get out of jail free card, but that didn’t stop my imagination from coming up with slightly more exciting scenarios, like raps on the window, secret trysts at night, or sneaking in and out of my parents’ house. Mine was a sexually and romantically frustrated life. I could only dream of what it would be like to be with a man. If I ever got to find out, it would probably be after my father was dead.
***
I was lying on my bed, watching TV, when I heard a rattling against the French doors leading to my little balcony. I paused the TV and looked over, fearing the start of a horror movie, or worse, another robbery. But, whoever was out there wasn’t trying to break in, it was more of a gentle knocking. I crept over and pulled back the curtains a hair, trying to see without being seen.
It was the blue-eyed man.
“What do you want?” I stage-whispered through the glass.
“I’ve come for my payment,” he stage-whispered back. He grinned, his white teeth flashing dangerously in the darkness.
I turned away to put on a bra, grab a robe, and put on a pair of slippers. I didn’t think I needed to completely dress for him. Also, a part of me enjoyed the scandal of being so undressed in front of him. I pulled my hair out of its bun and let my thick, long, blonde locks cascade around my shoulders. I disabled the alarm and unlocked the door, stepping out on to the balcony with him.
“What is it that you want?” I demanded a little more rudely than I wanted to, but my nerves were taking over all other abilities.
“I want to take you on a ride.”
I blinked at him in confusion. “What?”
He motioned to his motorcycle parked down the street.
“My payment is that you’re going to take me on a ride?” I raised one eyebrow skeptically, while the rest of me quivered with excitement.
He smirked. “You don’t do this princess in a tower bit very well. Aren’t you supposed to thank me from taking you away from the evil clutches of your conniving father or something?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh? So, you mean to tell me you read fairy tales now?”
“No, but I know you do.” He gestured to my robe that had PRINCESS stitched on it in
The thieves were caught, although, scanning the pictures in the paper, not my blue-eyed man. Actually, I didn’t know for certain if he was one of the thieves. I just assumed he was because he didn’t seem afraid, and he went back to the store after he got me to my car. Or maybe I just assumed he went back to the store. I didn’t know. And I didn’t care.
All I could remember were his amazing blue eyes. I started to remember other details of his face, too. He had a chiseled jaw with just a little scruff on his chin and his hair fell over one eye in an adorable swoosh. I wanted to just push it out of his face, run my fingers through that luxurious thickness, and let my hands wander down his chin and across his lips, then down his neck… Get a grip.
I found myself fantasizing, or starting to fantasize, about this stranger. I was just caught up in the romance of the whole situation. Sometimes my life read like a fairy-tale. A rich, beautiful girl locked away from all male interaction by her father. I attended an all girls’ school, and I was only allowed to associate with my male peers under strict chaperoning (usually by one of the servants). I was definitely never allowed to touch them. Then, this dashing young man comes in and rescues me from certain death. Well, was it any shock I was swept up in the feelings? I was a princess, almost literally. I was a damsel in distress rescued by a gorgeous hunk of a man.
And, of course, there was his hint that he would eventually want payment of some kind. If he was one of the thieves, he would probably just want some sort of get out of jail free card, but that didn’t stop my imagination from coming up with slightly more exciting scenarios, like raps on the window, secret trysts at night, or sneaking in and out of my parents’ house. Mine was a sexually and romantically frustrated life. I could only dream of what it would be like to be with a man. If I ever got to find out, it would probably be after my father was dead.
***
I was lying on my bed, watching TV, when I heard a rattling against the French doors leading to my little balcony. I paused the TV and looked over, fearing the start of a horror movie, or worse, another robbery. But, whoever was out there wasn’t trying to break in, it was more of a gentle knocking. I crept over and pulled back the curtains a hair, trying to see without being seen.
It was the blue-eyed man.
“What do you want?” I stage-whispered through the glass.
“I’ve come for my payment,” he stage-whispered back. He grinned, his white teeth flashing dangerously in the darkness.
I turned away to put on a bra, grab a robe, and put on a pair of slippers. I didn’t think I needed to completely dress for him. Also, a part of me enjoyed the scandal of being so undressed in front of him. I pulled my hair out of its bun and let my thick, long, blonde locks cascade around my shoulders. I disabled the alarm and unlocked the door, stepping out on to the balcony with him.
“What is it that you want?” I demanded a little more rudely than I wanted to, but my nerves were taking over all other abilities.
“I want to take you on a ride.”
I blinked at him in confusion. “What?”
He motioned to his motorcycle parked down the street.
“My payment is that you’re going to take me on a ride?” I raised one eyebrow skeptically, while the rest of me quivered with excitement.
He smirked. “You don’t do this princess in a tower bit very well. Aren’t you supposed to thank me from taking you away from the evil clutches of your conniving father or something?”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh? So, you mean to tell me you read fairy tales now?”
“No, but I know you do.” He gestured to my robe that had PRINCESS stitched on it in
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