Her breath came in rapid pants and her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to jump straight out of her chest. She pressed her ear to the door, listening to see if she had been followed. When she didnt hear anything she turned, pressing her back to the door and tilting her head up. Her eyes closed as she let out a long, nervous breath. She stood there for several moments composing herself before she felt someones eyes on her. Letting out an inward groan before she opened her eyes, she nearly whimpered knowing that she was going to find someone staring at her. Deciding that there was nothing left to do but face the individual, she opened her eyes and slowly scanned the room. They stopped on a figure with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall that separated the room from the conference room where the impossibly beautiful men sat. He looked as if he didnt have a care in the world and didnt appear to be surprised to see her there.
She couldnt move or speak. Like the men she had just seen, he was gorgeous, unbelievably so. For a moment the person seemed to flicker and someone else stood before her, equally gorgeous, and then he returned to his original appearance. She frowned, puzzled by the strange occurrence , but was quickly distracted when he spoke to her.
Well hello, beautiful. His voice was deep, resonating to her very soul. It was smooth and as flawless as his form.
Cassie still couldnt speak. Her mind was too busy taking in his appearance. His hair, dark as midnight, fell across his forehead and was long enough to tuck behind his ears. Long lashes framed his silver eyes, which shined when they caught the light. He had high cheekbones and a straight, aristocratic nose. His lips were red and full, and appeared to Cassie as if they were made for all things pleasurable. He was tall and, like the other men that she had seen, muscular but not overly so. If his looks were not enough to disarm her, then adding the clothing would take care of it. If she had to describe his clothes in one word it would be medieval. He wore black pants, that appeared to be the same material as the others, fitted to his form, a black shirt that was molded to his arms and over the shirt he wore a black vest that looked like it was designed for protection more than style. He had on black boots that came up over his pants and laced all the way around his claves. Her eyes ran slowly back up his body and when they returned to his face , she saw a smug, knowing smile. She blushed at having been caught obviously ogling him.
Had your fill? He asked her and the teasing was evident in the mischief dancing in his unusual silver eyes. He continued to watch her and seemed to be waiting for something but Cassies mind was lost in a fog of desire and longing.
Im wondering if someone as beautiful as you can speak, he said. And if so, will the intelligence level be so wanting that it ruins the outerpackage.
That caught her attention and pushed through the fog.
Are you asking if Im an idiot? Cassie asked incredulously after finding her voice.
He smiled a slow, Cheshire Cat smile and the look in his eyes made her shiver.
She speaks, he uncrossed his arms and one hand came up to cover his heart as he pushed away from the wall and took a step towards her, and her voice is a caress to my soul. I suppose if you have a voice like that then I could tolerate you not being the brightest bulb in the box.
Cassies mouth dropped open at the insult. She too pushed away from the door, not considering the fact that she was in a locked room with a guy that she didnt know, who looked dangerous and unpredictable.
What makes you an authority on intelligence levels? She snapped.
He took another step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Im a genius, he answered with a look that said duh.
Oh. Well in that case, you being an ass is totally okay. Cassie let out an exasperated breath as she continued to watch him.
Perhaps I am being a tad rude. He stepped closer still and was suddenly only a foot away from her. He swept down in a dramatic bow and stood back up, looking at her with smoldering eyes that had her holding her breath.
My apologies, my lady. Will you let me start our introduction over?
Cassie could still hear the playfulness in his voice but there was something else as well, something that made her feel like he really wanted to know her. He reached his hand out, waiting for her to place hers in it. She looked at the hand and then back up at him. Something in her screamed, dont do it and yet she slowly lifted her hand and placed it in his. He wrapped his strong fingers around it and his eyes squeezed closed. She felt a jolt of power burst up her arms. She wanted to pull away, yet she also wanted to wrap herself in his arms, to have him touch her, kiss her, love her.
Her eyes, which had closed at some point, popped open. Love? WTH, she thought to herself. Cassie get a clue, hes dangerous, its written all over his lovely form. Yes , he is, but I still want him . She frowned at the petulant voice her subconscious had suddenly become. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She felt her feet moving forward and realized that he was pulling her to him. She was standing mere inches from his face. She tilted her head back to look up at him and found his silver eyes staring back at her. His brow was furrowed and she could see the questions on his face.
You saw me? He asked her disbelievingly. My true form, you saw it.
What do you mean? She asked, her voice wavering under his intense scrutiny.
She couldnt move or speak. Like the men she had just seen, he was gorgeous, unbelievably so. For a moment the person seemed to flicker and someone else stood before her, equally gorgeous, and then he returned to his original appearance. She frowned, puzzled by the strange occurrence , but was quickly distracted when he spoke to her.
Well hello, beautiful. His voice was deep, resonating to her very soul. It was smooth and as flawless as his form.
Cassie still couldnt speak. Her mind was too busy taking in his appearance. His hair, dark as midnight, fell across his forehead and was long enough to tuck behind his ears. Long lashes framed his silver eyes, which shined when they caught the light. He had high cheekbones and a straight, aristocratic nose. His lips were red and full, and appeared to Cassie as if they were made for all things pleasurable. He was tall and, like the other men that she had seen, muscular but not overly so. If his looks were not enough to disarm her, then adding the clothing would take care of it. If she had to describe his clothes in one word it would be medieval. He wore black pants, that appeared to be the same material as the others, fitted to his form, a black shirt that was molded to his arms and over the shirt he wore a black vest that looked like it was designed for protection more than style. He had on black boots that came up over his pants and laced all the way around his claves. Her eyes ran slowly back up his body and when they returned to his face , she saw a smug, knowing smile. She blushed at having been caught obviously ogling him.
Had your fill? He asked her and the teasing was evident in the mischief dancing in his unusual silver eyes. He continued to watch her and seemed to be waiting for something but Cassies mind was lost in a fog of desire and longing.
Im wondering if someone as beautiful as you can speak, he said. And if so, will the intelligence level be so wanting that it ruins the outerpackage.
That caught her attention and pushed through the fog.
Are you asking if Im an idiot? Cassie asked incredulously after finding her voice.
He smiled a slow, Cheshire Cat smile and the look in his eyes made her shiver.
She speaks, he uncrossed his arms and one hand came up to cover his heart as he pushed away from the wall and took a step towards her, and her voice is a caress to my soul. I suppose if you have a voice like that then I could tolerate you not being the brightest bulb in the box.
Cassies mouth dropped open at the insult. She too pushed away from the door, not considering the fact that she was in a locked room with a guy that she didnt know, who looked dangerous and unpredictable.
What makes you an authority on intelligence levels? She snapped.
He took another step towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Im a genius, he answered with a look that said duh.
Oh. Well in that case, you being an ass is totally okay. Cassie let out an exasperated breath as she continued to watch him.
Perhaps I am being a tad rude. He stepped closer still and was suddenly only a foot away from her. He swept down in a dramatic bow and stood back up, looking at her with smoldering eyes that had her holding her breath.
My apologies, my lady. Will you let me start our introduction over?
Cassie could still hear the playfulness in his voice but there was something else as well, something that made her feel like he really wanted to know her. He reached his hand out, waiting for her to place hers in it. She looked at the hand and then back up at him. Something in her screamed, dont do it and yet she slowly lifted her hand and placed it in his. He wrapped his strong fingers around it and his eyes squeezed closed. She felt a jolt of power burst up her arms. She wanted to pull away, yet she also wanted to wrap herself in his arms, to have him touch her, kiss her, love her.
Her eyes, which had closed at some point, popped open. Love? WTH, she thought to herself. Cassie get a clue, hes dangerous, its written all over his lovely form. Yes , he is, but I still want him . She frowned at the petulant voice her subconscious had suddenly become. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She felt her feet moving forward and realized that he was pulling her to him. She was standing mere inches from his face. She tilted her head back to look up at him and found his silver eyes staring back at her. His brow was furrowed and she could see the questions on his face.
You saw me? He asked her disbelievingly. My true form, you saw it.
What do you mean? She asked, her voice wavering under his intense scrutiny.
