It had been a couple days since the doctor had visited Winter. She had also gotten stronger, but she couldn't forget the way Emerson had taken care of her.
After that night, he has been around more. He would check on her and build a fire seat and watch it until Winter fell asleep.
The kindness Emerson had bestowed for her in the past dated was enough to make her feel as if she wasn't sick.
She made her way down the stairs, it was pass lunchtime and she wanted to find a movie to watch.
Wrapped in her blanket, she walked to the kitchen and fixed her a cup of tea. Plopping down on the couch she sipped her tea as the film started.
Emerson had been eating out, or fixing his own dinner for the pass couple days. He wouldn't deny that he missed her food, and even her sweet coffee.
He could tell she was already doing much better, Emerson was still bothered by how upset she had gotten. Maybe befriending her would help, he had never been or had a friend.
He would eat dinner with Winter tonight, maybe play some chess. Something that would start an undeniable connection between the beast and the pure maid.
That night he brought food home, he didn't bring it to her room, he sat it down on the table and made his way to Winter's room.
Winter was brushing her hair, she was feeling extremely happy and she looked much better. Her heart felt better after that night she had let Emerson see her so vulnerable.
A knock from her door, pulled her out of her thoughts. She stood up pulling her creme colored pajama dress down.
The door opened slightly and Emerson walked in boldly. A small smile found its home upon Winter's face. Emerson watched her, she looked a lot better. His eyes raked over her form, the little pajama dress stopped at her mid thigh and was long sleeved. Her feet were covered in long, fluffy red socks.
Emerson thought she looked too perfect. How could someone be so beautiful. He had seen many women in his lifetime, none compare to the beauty of that of his maid.
She pushed the vanity chair into place and glanced into the mirror. He hadn't said anything, it slightly confused her.
"Hi," Winter's voice came out softly and it would seem she was breathless. Emerson watched her intently, as she fumbled with her fingers under his gaze.
"Winter?" Emerson said. Quickly, Winter shot her head up and looked at him.
"Come eat dinner with me." As he spoke it sounded as that of a command and not an offer. Winter smiled and nodded. He let her walk out of the room first before shutting the door.
They headed to the dining area. Though Winter had been in this room many of times she couldn't help but stare at the chandelier that hung above the long wooden table.
"Sit down," he motioned for her to sit. Gracefully she sat down. Her nose smelt wonderful food, and for once in a while she had an appetite.
She reached to grab the food, Chinese, she smiled. As they both got their food, they began to eat.
She felt so happy, for the first time she felt almost completely content. "Are you feeling better?" Emerson asked as he watched her eating. It made him happy when she was good and fed, he would make sure it was that way. From now on, breakfast, lunch, and dinner they would eat together.
They never saw each other during the lunch portion, but maybe he would call her and remind her to eat a healthy lunch. Did she have a phone? He would buy her one anyway.
She swallowed before speaking, "Yes I feel much better, oh and thank you for the food and letting me eat with you." Emerson watched her cheeks flush a little bit, it warmed his heart.
"Do you play chess?" Emerson asked. This question threw Winter off. She did indeed know how to play chess, if she were to be the bragging type, she would brag she was the best.
"A little." She smiled as she finished her food.
After they both finished their food, Emerson told Winter to follow him. They entered the drawing room and he told her to sit in front of a small table with a chair on the other side.
After a few minutes Emerson returned with a box, he sat it on the table between the two of them.
Opening the box he began to set up the chess game. Maybe Winter was a little scared now, how good of a player was he? She didn't understand why he was taking the time to willingly bond with her, but she didn't complain about the company.
The glass chess pieces were in place. Frosted were Emerson's and clear were Winter's.
And so the games begun.
The game was intense, Winter was winning. Knocking another one of his pieces she laughed. Emerson was not expecting when she said 'a little' for her little to be so skilled. She played as if it was first nature.
"How are you so good at this game, you have predicted all my past moves." Emerson questioned slightly annoyed.
Winter shrugged and giggled again.
He couldn't help but smile, even if it was small, Winter saw it. Her heart felt like it was going to explode, it was the first genuine smile he had gifted her.
The game continued, both playing for the win. Winter had the lead and Emerson was close.
Maybe she would let him win, it would probably make him feel better about his amateur chess skills.
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Romance"Winter, I don't want to be friends." Emerson whispered, softly, while slow tears cascaded down his tan flesh. As if her heart couldn't break anymore, it did. "Why?" Her soft voice cracked as new tears coated her hot cheeks. "Because I want to be...
