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“The one who matters the most doesn’t mind the day’s demotion?” Helga pursed her lips and gave him a pseudo-sharp look. Even now he held to his stubbornness but she was more than prepared to deal with such a comment. But before she could retort Gaston had already walked out, though the heated stare of his eyes still lingered upon her skin. Such a look, she thought, would make most other women weak down to their very bones. However such a look to her only garnered a tilt up of the chin and a matched expression back. The only way to beat fire was with fire in her book but in their case it created a firestorm which, much to their liking, was unrelenting.
She waited for the door to completely shut before letting her robe fall from her shoulders, exposing all of her skin to the morning sun. Her hands barely reached for the handles of a drawer when out of the corner of her eye Helga caught Gaston’s peeping face. She merely rolled her eyes and shook her head, though the onset of a grin brought an unexpected blush to her face. Something loose. Easier thought of than done since the words “light” and “flowy” were ones she would never associate with herself. Preparedness was a part of her nature, even in terms of fashion, and within a couple of minutes of hunting she uncovered a knee-length dress buried almost at the bottom of the drawer. Pulling it out she looked it over with a detailed eye; a dark red off-the-shoulder sweater dress hung from her fingers. ‘Loose’ was hardly the word to describe it as she slipped it over her head, the fabric hugging each and every curve. Gaston would deal with it and she could be certain he would forget he ever mentioned the word.
After a final glance in the mirror, her gold earrings shining in the sunlight against her blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders, Helga stepped out through the door. The short heels of her boots clicked lightly against the hardwood floor. Even though it had been some time she could still smell the lingering aroma of the coffee and she snatched it up off of the table without hesitation. It was still warm enough to be comforting on such a crisp morning and the heat slowly inched up through her fingers. She spotted Gaston over by the front door and raised a brow at him over the lip of the cup as she took a sip. “Well, I suppose you should lead on then,” she said in an almost provocative tone, licking her lips of the semi-sweet flavor.
“I suppose I should,” he replied as he held open the door for her and gestured for her to precede him. He had originally had something like those soft, baggy pants when he had instructed her to wear something loose, but trust Helga to ignore what she didn’t want to hear. Of course, that fetching dress would be all the more fun for him to peel her out of once he had her where he wanted her. Maybe ‘loose’ wasn’t the word of the day.
His eyes were fixed to the way the dress hugged her curves as he shut and locked the door behind them and then escorted her down to the street. It was a cool day for this time of the year, but he hardly noticed. All of the blood in his veins seemed to have been replaced by something much hotter. Magma, perhaps. Magma and whiskey. It bubbled through his veins and made his head swim just a little bit. Of course, that may also have been due to all of his blood taking a direct trip south when she had come out of that bedroom, looking feisty and good enough to eat in that red dress….
His hand settled on her waist and he pulled her just close enough that she had to walk directly next to him rather than at a more appropriate distance. Forget about common decency, she was his and the rest of the world should know it as well as he did. In his mind, that was the way that things were broken up. Everything in the world was either ‘his’ or ‘not his’. There were different levels of ownership of course, but at the moment the woman who was trying not to trip over his feet topped the list.
“I still think that you cheated, you know.” His voice was low enough that only she would be able to hear it. “I might demand a rematch after this is all over, since I am clearly the superior shot.” She was close, he could admit that, but she had only won their shooting match because she had distracted him and threw off his aim. “And this time you won’t distract me.” He squeezed Helga’s waist to punctuate his words. Now that he knew how much she could tangle up his head and senses, he hoped he would be able to block it out if there was a repeat performance. Then he would win and claim one of hers days instead.
Of course, this one seemed to be going pretty well for him already, considering he was on the losing end of their deal. As far as punishments went, he could think of far worse things that he could be doing right now. At least she hadn’t decided to take him shopping for new clothes or other such fripperies. That was indeed a fate worse than death.
They walked in content silence for most of the way, and not once did Gaston release his hold on her. He finally pulled her up short in front of the spa and gave her a very predatory smile.
“I think that this is a good place to start your surprise.”
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