Chapter 6 - And So It Begins

~ Andrea ~

I blinked twice, thrice. Many times, actually. Until my mind registered that I was truly back in my room. Eriol was still holding my arm, so I yanked it free quickly.

Lucky for me, he released it, but I had the notion he was hesitant to do so. He cast me a dark look, so intense, so burning that I believed 'phase one' of his threat was on the move. What else would I think? Out of all the places we could go, why in my bedroom, right?

But wait, how did we get here in the first place, anyway?

“Ho—how did we?” I sputtered, my voice laced with disbelief. I wasn’t dumb not to notice something supernatural had just happened. I certainly don’t believe in vampires, but I feel this was the case. Yeah, me and my brain, and I owe it all to my True Blood and Twilight fangirling. How crazy was that?!

“Milady, could you explain to me why you were babysitting that pathetic man?” he asked, ultimately disregarding my question.

I stepped backward as he inched nearer. Still, he emitted the jealous aura. Why was he even jealous? He was just a butler, not my boyfriend!

“I wasn’t babysitting him. Aunt Marcella asked me to accompany him because he got a serious stomachache all of a sudden,” I answered, slightly irritated. I didn't think it was compulsory to explain this to him, but it was kind of a reflex I did so.

He scoffed. “Serves him right, but maybe I should have used a heavier force. I would have delighted to see him unconscious.”

Now that was cold. Even though I didn’t understand what he was talking about, for some reason, my skin hairs erupted.

“What are you talking about, Eriol? And more so, you haven’t explained to me how we got our butts here in just a split of a second.”

Did I sound too calm? Too accepting of this weird sudden change in location? I hope yes. Just so that he wouldn’t find me weak. But I tell you, I am not even the slightest bit calm right now. My knees shook and my palms feel like they have just massaged a seriously gross, oily fat man in a spa.

His eyes turned soft. His face turned soft. Exactly not the same cold, I-fucking-don’t-care facade. “Milady, it’s complicated to tell you, but you should know you are safe with me. Trust who I am.”

“Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Like I would feel safe with you after that threat on the stairs.”

“Hmmm...” He smirked and chuckled. He freaking smirked and chuckled! My inner psychologist immediately told me this wasn’t good. So not good!

“I love that you remembered my promise, Andrea,” he continued, the soft expression he had earlier now gone and was replaced with a perverted, ready-to-fuck face.

Promise?

Oh... so that was a promise. Great. Now, I honestly felt like bolting out of the room just so I could get away from him. I couldn't believe he was planning intimacy with me already. We just met yesterday, for Pete’s sake!

“No, you won’t be able to get away from me, Andrea,” he said, as if he just read my mind.

“What are you? Does Aunt Marcella know?” My voice sounded soft, pleading, and I hoped he got the gist. I seriously wanted to know who this man my auntie had hired as a butler. And I also wanted to know if she knew about him. What a surprise would it be if that was the case.

A vampire—that was my first suspicion, but not that, please. I don’t want the gory suck-my-blood system. I don’t want a man-turned-bat with flipping black reptilian wings. But what else would I think? I already confirmed he wasn't a member of the human race. Being a vampire was the closest to his damn sexy good looks.

He closed his eyes and took in a cleansing breath like he was trying to calm himself.

“You will know in due time,” he stated, and then in just barely a second, he breached my personal space and cupped my chin. I clenched my jaw and darted him a cold glare. I was ready to stand my ground if ever he would advance to 'phase two.'

He looked unaffected with my fire, though, and that pissed me.

“What’s important now is you and me.” He stressed the pronouns like it had a damn soul.

“There is no you and me,” I spat, giving no meaning to it. I stepped back, but his other hand captured my slim waist. He pressed his body against mine and Gods, I felt something protruding instantly down his abdomen, poking deliciously against my belly. I shifted a little to avoid it.

Despite not wanting to, my eyes landed on his mouth—on his parted, luscious, lip-pierced mouth. A bullet of sensations instantly fired inside me. I need to escape this temptation, my sane side suggested, but for some reason, I anticipated the collision of our mouths.

He leaned his face closer and whispered in my ear, “Andrea, I miss you so much. You don’t know how many centuries I waited for you.”

Still... I did not understand what he was saying, but centuries? He did say that, right? Clue number one of him being a vampire.Yheeyy! What a lovely day for me!

Nope. I’m dead.

“You are not seriously going to rape me now, are you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. I thought about screaming, but that wouldn't do any good in a big house. No one would hear me. And considering we—flew, teleported, or used some sort of bridge on our way here?—no one knew I am back in the house.

“No, rape is certainly not the issue here, Andrea. I don’t do rape because I know you would willingly give yourself to me. You want me as much as I want you. You can’t deny that. I can feel your desire.”

Even though I hated to admit it, he was spot on. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the attraction between us. I would be lying if I said I wasn't affected by his charms or whatever this was called. He was a hot butler. A hot man in total. Who wouldn’t be attracted to him?

I am still a virgin. I should be cowering right now for a possible deflowering but hey, even the members of the Society for Never-Been-Touched Virgin Maidens dream of experiencing a crazy, hot, sweat-covered best sex of their life! I have a feeling that this man in front of me could deliver that. Why? Because of his kiss.

I was cut off from my thoughts when Eriol pressed his lips on mine. And then the bullet was shot. I felt lovely sensations run through every fiber of my being. I was supposed to slap him and ran away, but this ultimately froze me on my spot. His kiss created havoc in my brain. I couldn’t process any other reflexive responses other than to part my lips more and give him a wider access to my mouth. It felt unusual at first to have the lip-piercing touch my lips but after a few seconds, I adjusted.

His right hand wandered into my head and threaded the locks of my long auburn hair, while the other one pulled me even closer so that I would be pinned against his body.

“Yes, kiss me back An..dre..ahh...” he said ever so sensually when our lips briefly parted. I was panting, feeling like I had run a marathon race, while he looked like he had just been to a casual walk around the park.

“I will make our first night slow for you, don’t worry. I will fuck you like you are just sleeping,” he explicitly declared as he unzipped the back of my dress.