Captive Of The Count

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Amara's pov

Rule number whatever Do not cross Orian nor should you be found in inappropriate positions with him.

"You are wet." I didn't know my toes could be curled when in a kneeling position but they did, they betrayed me. Just hearing his voice, those three words escaping his lips and I was about to hold onto his lap for support but that would have been highly inappropriate, "Get up!"

I looked up at him, my green eyes holding his piercing gaze, those silver eyes showing nothing but irritation and I wondered what he thought of our present situation.

Before I had the chance to get up from the bed earlier, I had smelt him approaching the suite and I knew I was in deep shit.

It was 8:00 pm and he had arrived exactly at that moment. I had practically leaped towards the bathroom and had a very rushed bath.

It is not classified as a bath Amara, it's a stay under the shower for a second and hop out the next kinda thing, Cora had a very good point.

I scurried out of the bathroom, wet hair cascading down my shoulders while wrapping the huge, white, hotel towel around my dripping body, just then the bedroom door opened and my next move was to dive under the bed because I could feel the anger radiating off Mr grump.

It was a very bad attempt and I crawled out of my hiding place, he hadn't even needed to tell me to come out, his presence spoke for him and right now we were in the most inappropriate of inappropriate positions.

I was on my knees before him with him standing tall above me and my head was almost at the level of his crotch area.

I think you should get up Amara, Cora's voice broke me out of my toe-curling daze and I ungracefully stood up to my feet with my head brushing across his waist and too close to that area in the process, you know the area and I blame it on my wet feet and selective clumsiness.

His reaction to me brushing against him was a hiss, a very spine-chilling hiss causing me to step back immediately.

I took in his looks and offered him a sweet smile which was rejected by his frown but that wouldn't stop me from being nice. He had changed his apparel and was currently dressed in all black.

His dark hair was pulled back as always, not the ugly, gelled kinda pulled back. It was the messy natural kind with a stray strand falling to the front of his face and I was half tempted to reach out and tuck the strand back in place.

A black full-sleeved, collared shirt framed his torso with his lean muscles stretching against the fabric, his belt was black apart from the silver buckle, his pants black, extremely polished shoes black and I could bet my fortune on the fact that his socks could be black.

Not could, were.

And in his right hand, he held a cane, a very fancy cane with a golden eagle's head at the top. He twirled the cane in his hand, not surprising and his free hand was stuffed in his pocket.

"You do not look very happy." My smile was still on as I regarded his signature blank look with no emotion whatsoever.

No answer. He just stared at me with that glimmer of irritation in his eyes.

"I like your outfit." I held onto the towel tightening it around my bosom to save myself from further embarrassment, "You look slay." and there it is more embarrassment! I wanted to shove pine cones in my mouth to shut myself up as I seemed to find the most embarrassing things to say any time I was in his presence.