“Yes, because that makes a whole month of buses, cruise ships and car journeys so much better and seem so worth it!” I snapped making him shrug his shoulders just as we pulled up to his hotel that looked more like the entrance to some English castle.
“Yes, well it’s lucky for you, that out of the both of us, my tenaciousness was fueled on the grounds of making you safe, whereas yours was just reckless and foolish,” he said making my mouth drop open. Then without looking back at me or my astonished (had I just been slapped without realising it) face, he got out of the car, doing so the moment the door was opened outside the hotel. I then leaned forward to the driver and said,
“If I give you 4000 shekels, would you just speed away, like right now?” He granted me a wide eyed, questioning look at what was the offer of over a thousand dollars to drive me somewhere. But the sound of the growl outside told me what his answer would be.
“Don’t fucking try it.” Then Lucius’ hand came into view and he said my name in warning, making me release a frustrated sigh before getting out of the car, after first slapping his hand away and ignoring his courteous gesture.
Oh, and let’s not forget the part where I tripped over my own feet and fell into him anyway. The second his hands went to my hips to steady me, my breath hitched and his, in response to the sound, squeezed me tighter. Damn him and his ability to turn me into a mindless twit!
This meant that I had no option at salvaging this other than to take a deep breath and try and at least appear to be taking charge of my life. So, I tagged his sunglasses from the neck of his T shirt, flicked out the arm, put them on and tapped his cheek, before telling him,
“Thanks, handsome, now did you say something about a bar?” Then I started to walk towards the entrance, leaving him behind and left muttering to himself,
“Must be losing my damn touch.” I grinned to myself and felt him catch me up just as I was looking up at the impressive entrance, his next correction was,
“And it was a restaurant, not a bar.”
“Same jazz,” I replied without looking, instead taking in the two turrets of pale stone blocks and the building in between, with glass doors set back through a stone archway. There were also two huge buildings that framed either side of the impressive entrance which I assumed were the accommodation wings.
Lucius opened the door for me, and I walked inside to find a lobby showcasing the same pale stone as on the outside. This was combined with pale marble floors to match. Two comfy looking seating areas framed both sides of the open centre space, one that led to the reception.
Lucius took my hand once more and walked us both through the lobby, going first to the receptionist and when her eyes widened, I could understand why. Damn sexy Vamp!
“Mr Septimus, welcome back, they have just finished adding the new luggage to your suite.” He nodded and said,
“Very good, any messages?” She checked on the system and said,
“Just one, a call from a Mr Draven.” I tensed at the sound of my father’s name and Lucius’ hand tightened on mine before he looked down at me, turning his head to the side slightly, before whispering,
“Easy, sweetheart.” I took a breath and ignored the way he watched me as I swallowed down the hard lump.
“Can you make us reservations for dinner tonight at the Cheese and Wine, he asked, making me want to ask what he thought he was doing. Instead I told him firmly,
“I can’t have dinner with you.” Then I lifted my sunglasses to the top of my head so I could show him how serious I was when making that statement.
“Why not?” he asked, and the receptionist slipped up and also inquired,
“Yes, why not?” I shot her a look, at which she rolled her lips inwards before mouthing a silent ‘sorry’. I gave her a nod before turning back to Lucius.
“The deal was that I let you drag me here for a drink or lunch at the most, but not dinner.” The woman behind the desk looked at Lucius as if asking herself why this man would have needed to drag any woman anywhere. And maybe questioning why they weren’t all lined up around the block or something, this at the very whisper of a mention that he was looking for a date.
“It is too late for lunch,” Lucius told me, and the receptionist opened her mouth about to correct him, when he gave her a pointed look, which in turn made her look to me and quickly say,
“He’s right…so I will just ring them…any particular time?”
“Never o clock,” I answered.
“Eight o’clock,” Lucius replied, ignoring my made-up time which sounded a much better option. She nodded and walked to the phone off to the side, no doubt wanting to put distance between us. Something that became obvious, seeing as she wasn’t using the one that was right in front of her screen.
“Lucius, this was not…” I was stopped short the moment I felt his fingers under my chin, bringing my face up at the same time he lowered his before whispering,
“Trust me, sweet girl.”
I swallowed hard again wanting to point out that I most definitely did not trust him or his pushy ways. But the way he had said it was enough to steal any response I may have had or would’ve been brave enough to voice. I swear, that even my poor neglected clit had just swooned. Because as much as I hated to admit it, my two-month dry spell hadn’t only been linked to sex. For even my fingers seemed to have lost their appeal. This I put down to Lucius and just the thought of him being too painful to think about. Especially in that way. And well, seeing as he had featured in all of my sexual fantasies before he even became my boyfriend, then I was stuck with nothing else to work with.
Which meant that two months without even a single orgasm was enough to make a damn Disney princess cranky and ready to tell even the birds and talking mice to fuck off! But what I was currently discovering that made this even worse, was that I was now being forced to endure my very own walking, talking, smoking hot fantasy! And let’s just say that expecting my body not to turn into a traitorous bitch and betray me was like asking for it to snow tomorrow, and it was summer in Jerusalem!
I swear, I wouldn’t last the day without rubbing myself up against him like some damn cat in heat! Gods, but why the Hell had he turned up!?
It turned out that this internal musing ended up not just making me horny, but I also missed everything that was arranged. Only knowing this when Lucius started leading me to…well, I had no clue where. For all I knew he had arranged chloroform, chains, and a coffin to be in his room, ready to ship me back home…well, at the very least I expected it would have airholes otherwise that would have just been mean.
I let him walk me to the elevators before I finally came out of my own inner monologue, enough to say,
“I’m not going to dinner with you.”
“Yes, you are,” he stated glancing up at the numbers to see if it was on its way.
“You know, bullying a girl to go on a date with you is a little sad and giving off major desperate vibes…besides, why not ask the receptionist, she looked like she was checking you out…see what I did there?” I said nudging his arm and making him smirk down at me, ignoring my ‘check out’ joke and commenting in a cocky way,
“Why, you jealous?”
“Why, you delusional?” I threw back at him, making him chuckle.