seemed to make a difference as she turned, and offered him a gentle, yet still timid smile.
"They made me that way," she soon frowned before turning away again.
How could he comfort someone in such turmoil? How could he fight everything that they had forced her to go through? The task seemed impossible, but still he felt compelled to try.
"You are beautiful on the inside, too," he told her, and he could instantly feel the tension release from her, and she slowly turned to throw him an endearing smile.
At this, he pulled the car in front of the room, before returning his attention to her again.
"It doesn't matter what the world thinks of you," he told her as he removed her long, golden locks from in front of her eyes, "because happiness is something that we create for ourselves."
She chuckled at this comment in such a beautiful, yet childish way.
"Even if your creator is not the usual one?" she inquired with a smile that allowed him solace.
For an instant, he wanted to reach over to her, and kiss her passionately, if only to convince her that she was far more than what they had been trying to create of her, but he froze when she placed her hand upon his cheek, and whispered softly to him, words that melted him.
"Did they create you to be so charming?"
As flattering as this was, it quickly brought him to realize that she had no idea that she was so unique. As far as he knew, she could think that she was commonplace, and certainly, she was far from it.
"We need to get you inside," he finally found the strength to say before stepping out of the car, and making his way around it to treat her like a gentleman would.
"Thank you," she told him as he opened the door, genuinely impressed by his manners, and for a moment, as she stepped from the car, she held his gaze with a sensual smile. "A gentleman is someone that I was never allowed to meet."
This both flattered him, and ripped at him, as it delighted him to please her, but the reason that it pleased her should not have been. He was really beginning to despise the people that he worked for, because of what they had done to such an innocent woman, though still he had to keep his mind thinking clearly.
"I'll go get what you need, Kitten," he said as he opened the door to the room, and the glow in her eyes, from the euphoria that came from him calling her that, simply melted him. "Don't answer the door for anyone but me, and keep the curtains closed."
She simply nodded, still smiling as he turned away to see if anyone was watching. He then closed the door behind him, and headed back to his car.
This was when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was beginning to fall for a G.E.O., and he was seeing just how well that had worked out for Ryan and Mirage. He was in a coma in Venice, supposedly put there by her, and she was to be hunted and killed like an animal.
Sure, he knew that she would have never willingly harmed him, but this did nothing to change the story from a tragedy to a romance. Romeo and Juliet loved each other dearly, yet still, in the end they were both quite dead.
Sitting, he pulled the seatbelt across his torso to click it in, though about jumped out of his skin as his eyes made contact with something that was not supposed to be there.
"I want to go with you," Viper told him from the passenger seat, with a look of innocence that paralyzed him, and before he could even ask how she had done that, she continued.
"If you get me to a computer," she explained in a tone that made him realize that she really wanted to go, "I can disable the security cameras at the mega-mart, so that they won't even see us together."
He still sat there with his mouth wide open, so she reached over, and closed it for him as she smiled.
"Even I don't know what size clothes I wear," she said as her soft, green eyes completely captivated him for a moment.
"Good point," he responded as he put the car into reverse, and backed out. "You can't be in my lab coat if I can't revive you,
"They made me that way," she soon frowned before turning away again.
How could he comfort someone in such turmoil? How could he fight everything that they had forced her to go through? The task seemed impossible, but still he felt compelled to try.
"You are beautiful on the inside, too," he told her, and he could instantly feel the tension release from her, and she slowly turned to throw him an endearing smile.
At this, he pulled the car in front of the room, before returning his attention to her again.
"It doesn't matter what the world thinks of you," he told her as he removed her long, golden locks from in front of her eyes, "because happiness is something that we create for ourselves."
She chuckled at this comment in such a beautiful, yet childish way.
"Even if your creator is not the usual one?" she inquired with a smile that allowed him solace.
For an instant, he wanted to reach over to her, and kiss her passionately, if only to convince her that she was far more than what they had been trying to create of her, but he froze when she placed her hand upon his cheek, and whispered softly to him, words that melted him.
"Did they create you to be so charming?"
As flattering as this was, it quickly brought him to realize that she had no idea that she was so unique. As far as he knew, she could think that she was commonplace, and certainly, she was far from it.
"We need to get you inside," he finally found the strength to say before stepping out of the car, and making his way around it to treat her like a gentleman would.
"Thank you," she told him as he opened the door, genuinely impressed by his manners, and for a moment, as she stepped from the car, she held his gaze with a sensual smile. "A gentleman is someone that I was never allowed to meet."
This both flattered him, and ripped at him, as it delighted him to please her, but the reason that it pleased her should not have been. He was really beginning to despise the people that he worked for, because of what they had done to such an innocent woman, though still he had to keep his mind thinking clearly.
"I'll go get what you need, Kitten," he said as he opened the door to the room, and the glow in her eyes, from the euphoria that came from him calling her that, simply melted him. "Don't answer the door for anyone but me, and keep the curtains closed."
She simply nodded, still smiling as he turned away to see if anyone was watching. He then closed the door behind him, and headed back to his car.
This was when it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was beginning to fall for a G.E.O., and he was seeing just how well that had worked out for Ryan and Mirage. He was in a coma in Venice, supposedly put there by her, and she was to be hunted and killed like an animal.
Sure, he knew that she would have never willingly harmed him, but this did nothing to change the story from a tragedy to a romance. Romeo and Juliet loved each other dearly, yet still, in the end they were both quite dead.
Sitting, he pulled the seatbelt across his torso to click it in, though about jumped out of his skin as his eyes made contact with something that was not supposed to be there.
"I want to go with you," Viper told him from the passenger seat, with a look of innocence that paralyzed him, and before he could even ask how she had done that, she continued.
"If you get me to a computer," she explained in a tone that made him realize that she really wanted to go, "I can disable the security cameras at the mega-mart, so that they won't even see us together."
He still sat there with his mouth wide open, so she reached over, and closed it for him as she smiled.
"Even I don't know what size clothes I wear," she said as her soft, green eyes completely captivated him for a moment.
"Good point," he responded as he put the car into reverse, and backed out. "You can't be in my lab coat if I can't revive you,
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