together and wrapped my arms around my middle.
Lucien watched me do this then, as he walked to the bathroom, he mumbled, “You’re learning.”
I turned to Edwina and asked, “Do we have any lighter fluid?”
Edwina’s brows shot up to her hairline as I heard Lucien’s bark of laughter from the bathroom cut off in mid-rumble as he shut the door. This made my hands clench into fists.
“I don’t think so, dear,” Edwina answered, confused at the question and the byplay.
“Maybe you should put it on your grocery list,” I suggested.
“Are you planning a barbeque?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “A big one.”
That’s when I heard Lucien’s second bark of laughter.
Damn the vampire.
* * * * *
Lucien and I shared breakfast.
We sat in the armchairs in my bedroom and he calmly ate while reading the paper as I made another attempt to get laser beams to shoot out of my eyes.
It goes without saying I failed in this endeavor.
Unable to take the silence, I asked, “Why are we eating in the bedroom?”
“Because I want to,” he replied.
“But why?” I pushed.
His eyes locked on mine in a way that said I was testing him and I definitely shouldn’t.
“Sorry for questioning you, my Lord and Master,” I muttered, shoving more of Edwina’s delicious French toast into my mouth, deciding if I gained one hundred pounds (which I could, no sweat), he wouldn’t want me anymore.
“I think I explained how I feel about your sarcastic titles, Leah,” Lucien reminded me.
I looked at him and chewed.
After I swallowed, I informed him, “You said I couldn’t call you ‘oh Great Master’.”
He watched me for a long moment before he spoke.
“You are correct,” he allowed. “So now I’ll tell you I won’t tolerate any of your sarcastic titles.”
I twirled my fork in the air, looking down at my plate, saying, “Whatever.”
More silence then Lucien folded the paper and threw it on the table. I looked up, hopeful he was finished so I could put in action the plan I’d hatched in the bathroom.
He was watching me. “A package will arrive today,” he started and I nodded because his plate was clean and I took this as a good sign. “You’ll be wearing what’s in the package when I arrive home tonight.”
My mind was skittering across a thousand images of me in different types of bondage gear. Therefore I missed his swift movement from seated to standing and pulling my chair around so he could lean into me, a hand on each arm.
“Did you hear me?”
I glared at him and replied acidly, “Yes, darling.”
Something flashed in his eyes, something strange, something that looked like exhilaration.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and he murmured, “I like that.”
“What?”
“You calling me ‘darling’.”
What an idiot I was!
I decided instantly never to call him that again.
He read my mind, his hand came to my neck and he ordered, “I want you to call me that from now on.”
“You’re ordering me to call you ‘darling’?” I asked with disbelief.
“Yes.”
“That’s crazy!” I protested.
“You’ll do it,” he demanded.
I looked to the ceiling and muttered, “I’m such an idiot.”
Since I was looking at the ceiling, his mouth brushing mine came as a surprise. When my eyes rolled to his, I could see close up his were smiling.
“You’re adorable,” he whispered.
And with that, he left.
And with that, I was left with wondering how I could detest a being so much and still feel a little thrill at his calling me adorable and his giving me a brush on the lips.
* * * * *
My plan to escape was thwarted.
See, I’d decided to let Lucien hunt me down and kill me.
I didn’t want to die. I also didn’t think he’d do it.
Kill me that was.
It seemed, weirdly enough, he actually liked me in his freakish vampire way.
When he found me (and he would), I was counting on the fact he’d give into me pleading for my life, figure out I was more of a pain in the ass than
Lucien watched me do this then, as he walked to the bathroom, he mumbled, “You’re learning.”
I turned to Edwina and asked, “Do we have any lighter fluid?”
Edwina’s brows shot up to her hairline as I heard Lucien’s bark of laughter from the bathroom cut off in mid-rumble as he shut the door. This made my hands clench into fists.
“I don’t think so, dear,” Edwina answered, confused at the question and the byplay.
“Maybe you should put it on your grocery list,” I suggested.
“Are you planning a barbeque?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “A big one.”
That’s when I heard Lucien’s second bark of laughter.
Damn the vampire.
* * * * *
Lucien and I shared breakfast.
We sat in the armchairs in my bedroom and he calmly ate while reading the paper as I made another attempt to get laser beams to shoot out of my eyes.
It goes without saying I failed in this endeavor.
Unable to take the silence, I asked, “Why are we eating in the bedroom?”
“Because I want to,” he replied.
“But why?” I pushed.
His eyes locked on mine in a way that said I was testing him and I definitely shouldn’t.
“Sorry for questioning you, my Lord and Master,” I muttered, shoving more of Edwina’s delicious French toast into my mouth, deciding if I gained one hundred pounds (which I could, no sweat), he wouldn’t want me anymore.
“I think I explained how I feel about your sarcastic titles, Leah,” Lucien reminded me.
I looked at him and chewed.
After I swallowed, I informed him, “You said I couldn’t call you ‘oh Great Master’.”
He watched me for a long moment before he spoke.
“You are correct,” he allowed. “So now I’ll tell you I won’t tolerate any of your sarcastic titles.”
I twirled my fork in the air, looking down at my plate, saying, “Whatever.”
More silence then Lucien folded the paper and threw it on the table. I looked up, hopeful he was finished so I could put in action the plan I’d hatched in the bathroom.
He was watching me. “A package will arrive today,” he started and I nodded because his plate was clean and I took this as a good sign. “You’ll be wearing what’s in the package when I arrive home tonight.”
My mind was skittering across a thousand images of me in different types of bondage gear. Therefore I missed his swift movement from seated to standing and pulling my chair around so he could lean into me, a hand on each arm.
“Did you hear me?”
I glared at him and replied acidly, “Yes, darling.”
Something flashed in his eyes, something strange, something that looked like exhilaration.
His eyes dropped to my mouth and he murmured, “I like that.”
“What?”
“You calling me ‘darling’.”
What an idiot I was!
I decided instantly never to call him that again.
He read my mind, his hand came to my neck and he ordered, “I want you to call me that from now on.”
“You’re ordering me to call you ‘darling’?” I asked with disbelief.
“Yes.”
“That’s crazy!” I protested.
“You’ll do it,” he demanded.
I looked to the ceiling and muttered, “I’m such an idiot.”
Since I was looking at the ceiling, his mouth brushing mine came as a surprise. When my eyes rolled to his, I could see close up his were smiling.
“You’re adorable,” he whispered.
And with that, he left.
And with that, I was left with wondering how I could detest a being so much and still feel a little thrill at his calling me adorable and his giving me a brush on the lips.
* * * * *
My plan to escape was thwarted.
See, I’d decided to let Lucien hunt me down and kill me.
I didn’t want to die. I also didn’t think he’d do it.
Kill me that was.
It seemed, weirdly enough, he actually liked me in his freakish vampire way.
When he found me (and he would), I was counting on the fact he’d give into me pleading for my life, figure out I was more of a pain in the ass than
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