Sex Kitten

Chapter 2 - She's a What?

.I gaze up at the broad castle with my small duffle bag in my right hand, my mouth gaping. It's bigger than anything that I've ever been exposed to. Looking to my left and right, the building stretches for acres. There's at least four floors , over a thousand windows, and hundreds of balconies. I don't even want to begin to imagine how many rooms and bathrooms there must be.

    "Let's hurry up inside, miss," my shouffer says behind me. "It's dreadfully cold out here."

    I hadn't even noticed the extreme climate when I stepped outside of the cat house. My mind was too busy registering the opportunity in front of me. I rub my arms against the cool breeze as it nips against my exposed flesh.

    The man opens the grand mahagony doors and motions for me to walk inside. He leads me down a long hallway, the walls covered in self portraits of past rulers. Tables are lined with beautiful vases and flowers on top. The floors are a white and gray marble. I feel ashamed to be walking on the gorgeous red and gold rug. Man, this place is just... amazing.

    We walk until the hallway ends, then turn left. The man leads me into a very over sized kitchen.

    I spot a tall figure leaning against an island, chatting it up on his cell phone. Once he sees us, he tells the person on the other line that he'll speak to them later and hangs up. It doesn't immediately register in my mind that the figure is King Dominic.

    I've heard many things about his highness. Many have called him arrogant and selfish and emotionless. He doesn't care about anybody but himself. Suitors refuse to marry him because of his lack of respect. I mean yes, Dominic is attractive. Very attractive actually. His chesnut brown hair swoops across his eyes, making them nearly invisible. Those piercing bright orange eyes seem intimidating to anyone who dares look into them. His creamy white skin glows underneath any sort of lighting. His veins line up and down his muscular arms, warning anyone not to mess with him. Oh yes, Dominic is a looker.

    "Is this the girl, Troy?" he asks, searching my eyes.

    I look down at my feet, not wanting to look into his eyes. I've never been able to look into a man's eyes. It brings back too many painful memories.

    "Yes," Troy answers in a cheery voice. "This is Aerie. Isn't she gorgeous?"

    He doesn't answer, which shoots my confidence down. I didn't even get a chance to look at myself in the mirror before I left. Who knows how rough I look.

    "Look up," Dominic demands.

    I jump as I raise my head and make the mistake of locking eyes with his. He moves from his spot on the island and advances towards me, never once breaking eye contact. My body tenses up as he closes in on me. I try to stop my hands from shaking because of how close he is to me. The pressence of any male strikes fear in my body. I'm seconds away from having a panic attack.

    I flinch and instinctively back away as he raises his hand to my face, not realizing that he was only trying to tilt my head up to examine me.

    Anger flashes through his eyes and I instantly regret what I did. But I couldn't help it. My mind automatically told me that he was about to hit me. Wow. This is going to be tougher than I thought.

    "The hell is wrong with you?" he asks in annoyance.

    I rub my left arm and look down, not wanting to look at him.

    "Do you speak?"

    I'm silent.

    "What the hell is wrong with her, Troy?"