She woke up to a very silent and empty surroundings.
When she gazed up at the glass windows, it was already dark outside.
She have slept still on her dress from the trip. Her shoes that she wore is placed orderly in a shoe rock amongst the dozens of shoes she have brought on with her.
And when she slowly gaped the huge walk in closet, all her dresses were neatly piled according to it's style and color. How marvelous!
She gently stripped off the one she was wearing and grab for a flowery above the knee baby collar simple dress. And a white house slippers to match.
She smudged her make up face with a cleanser and soon her features was free of any cosmetics.
While she just there not knowing what to do next, the realization dawned unto her. She was a thousand miles apart from America. Her grown hometown.
And decided to take on a quick shower to calmed her uneasy feeling.
She pulled off her dress from her body. And walk clumsily towards the bathroom.
The bathroom is big and wide. With a very huge bath tub. The room was in jasmine scent. Just like the scent of her shampoo and soap. But how the hell they know?
Feeling a little flattered, she engulfed her self with the lavicious luxury and took off every anxiety from her body.
The water was cold. Just right for the hot summer time in France. And she laid on the tub with closed eyes letting her mind wander back as far as America.
Never known how many minutes passed by when the bathroom door swung open in time that her eyes and the intruder met.
Loud shrill was heard and followed by the spitting of curses.
"Hey calm down.." The voice said with a little annoyed tone.
The intruder was no other than the guy who just ruined her first day in this foreign country.
She plunged her body inside the water. The bubbles covering up her naked one.
"You could have warned me if you want to see me naked, handsome. But you see I am not done yet. Care to join me?" Her eyes battling as she combed her hair with her fingers.
The handsome features winced. Perhaps by her direct flirting.
"I just thought you have left since I recieve no answer when I knocked.." He blurted. Turning around.
She felt embarassed by the direct insult. Humiliation was alien to her.
Without thinking, she stood up and jumped out of the tub splashing some water at his back that was facing her.
In an instant, he turned to look around with a razor blade eyes.
Which infact her cue. No one on earth rejected her temptation. Not unless he's not man enough.
She saw his face hardened. Jaws locked.
"Such cheap body to flaunt easily like that, my lady.." He snapped. Not a single sign of attraction is evident.
Her cheeks flushed and her hand move to grab a white cotton towel on the hamper. She quickly covered her body.
"How dare you calling me cheap! Your just nothing but-"
And before she finishes it up, the strong masculine arms got a hold of her towel covered body that the white cotton dropped to her knees.
He towered over her. With his lower abdomen touching her belly. And she shivers from the hot sensation.
"Don't you ever start up something you can't even finished, my lady. I'm just a man.." He whispered softly. Hands rubbing up and down on her back.
The touch is quite hot and toxicated. And she immediately backed away.
She hastily picked up the dropped towel and tucked it all over her body before she stormed out of the bathroom towards her bedroom.
Moments have passed when Patrick emerged from the bathroom. Face wearing a harrased expression and a slightly damp hair.
She didn't mind looking at him when she put on her under garments followed by the dress while gently wiggling her body to make a right fit.
A rough rugged breathing clouded the entire room.
"What are you doing in my room, anyway? Spill it out before I got naked again and slammed by body to you making you ran like a lost puppy again. You know how disguted I look to you, right.?" Sarcasm is clear on her bitter voice.
He groaned. And she didn't caught a look of sympathy plastered on his face.
"I don't remember I said something like that.." While he strides a step heading the door. He looked up at her one last time. "And I came here to tell you that dinner's ready. In case you are hungry.." He said while exiting himself letting the door close behind him.
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TAMED
RomanceDoes Love really needed to be tamed? Sahara Gale was a rebellious girl from the upper society. But when her father died she was left in an old chateau somewhere in the heart of Versailles France where he met the silent and mystique guy who turns he...