True Blood - Hyunho

02. Enchanted

A/N: When you see this banner, it means the story is told from Minho's POV.

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I am sitting in my office, safely hidden in my haven. 

Hidden? Yeah, why hidden? Why do I suddenly have this feeling that I ran away?

The insulated walls and heavy door, isolate me from the loud music and noise from the main club area below. I try to get some work done but my mind runs downstairs, to the dancefloor. An urge to see where the vamp is -to meet his eyes again- comes in waves, disrupting my peace of mind, and my concentration flies out the window. I huff in frustration. Maybe I just need a distraction.

All work and no play make Minho a grumpy boy...  

I chuckle shaking my head and I try to immerse myself in contracts and supply lists and other work related documents that are scattered across my desk. My focus still drifts away to nothing in particular really, just not the typed letters in front of me. It seems like I'm reading a foreign language. Unintelligible and annoying. Focus Minho! I scold myself. My eyes fall on the throw pillows on the couch. They have a deep burgundy colour. I can't believe I'm now thinking of the tall dark haired man again! The vamp!

A gentle knock on the door brings me back to the here and now. "Come in." My voice comes out tired. 

My assistant, Jaelle, walks in. "I was looking for you." She says quietly, closing the door behind her.

I glance at the tall brunette woman questioningly. "There were some problems earlier with a supplier." "Something serious?" I ask. "No, I managed. But he insisted on talking to the boss and not the help." She adds mockingly mimicking the other's tone. I let out a short laugh.

Jaelle is a really good manager and a very tough negotiator. Our suppliers usually try to avoid dealing with her. I watch her as she sits on the leather sofa across from my desk, crossing her long legs, cladded in a pair of sleek black leather trousers. She wears a black satin shirt, the two top buttons open to reveal a simple gold chain around her long neck. Her long sleek black hair frame her elegant face with the deep red full lips. She never wears heavy make-up. Her eyes are fixed on me. I can feel them examining me like x-rays.

"Are you okay?" She asks in her usual soothing tone and I shrug. "You were downstairs earlier. Anything new?" "We have a vamp." I reply casually but as the words come out of my mouth the image of the alluring creature returns to my mind. "Oh, yeah! I saw him. He is gorgeous!" "He is? I didn't notice." Jaelle laughs. "Of course you didn't."

I stand up and walk in front of my desk, casually leaning against it. My eyes wander over her slender figure. A strange sensation courses through me, clouding my mind. "Jaelle..." My voice comes out huskier than I intended. And I know my eyes are glazed with desire.

"What is it, Minho?" Her voice is still soothing but her eyes already speak of a desire that mirrors mine. We communicate well, I can say that with absolute certainty. I feel myself getting hot. It's been a while and somehow I'm already riled up.

Distraction, remember?

She stands up and walks towards me with slow confident steps, her hips swaying sensually but in the most subtle way. There is nothing vulgar or provocative about her. And that is what I like. And the fact that we can do whatever and then go back to business as usual. No unnescessary drama. 

Jisung calls it situationship. But who listens to him, really? He falls for a different person every other week. Except for that poser downstairs. He seems fixated on him.

I pull Jaelle close from the waist. Her warm body collides with mine.

"Someone is in the mood." Her soft lips caress mine. I just close the small gap between us and capture those sensual lips in a kiss. She responds with no hesitation. We have done this enough times to read each other well.

"My place or yours?" I whisper, still clinging close to her mouth.

I feel her smile. "Am I allowed into your sanctuary, Mr Lee?" She asks teasingly. I roll my eyes. "You know you are, Ms Kim." "It's been a while." She echoes my earlier thoughts. I hum in agreement as I kiss her again.

"Well, Mr Lee, you're in luck." She whispers against my lips. "I happen to be free tonight." She winks at me and pulls away from my arms gently. Anticipation and lust suddenly flare up inside me. I take her hand and walk out of the office with her giggling behind me. "Slow down, loverboy. Where's the fire?" She asks teasingly, throwing a knowing look at my crotch. "Come on..." I sigh and we head down the stairs, through the main lobby towards the exit.

Bad choice. 

My gaze falls on him. And he stares back like a radar locking on the target. He glances at our entwined hands and smiles. I let go of Jaelle's hand as if electrocuted. She won't mind. She'll probably think we shouldn't display any intimacy in each other in public, anyway. But, there is something naughty about that smile on the vamp's face, mischievous. He half closes his eyes and I can see his lips part as if he is tempting and mocking me at the same time.

Maybe I'm imagining things. Why would he do that?

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The night unfolds as I predicted, or rather as my spontaneous decision led: lustful, sensual, sexy...

Jaelle and I are in my bedroom, at my penthouse. The lights are low, pillows are thrown on the floor and our clothes are strewn everywhere. I'm lying on the rumpled sheets, Jaelle is sitting on my lap, rocking her hips sensually. Our eyes are locked on each other, conveying mutual lust and pleasure. She arches her back, her hands grab my thighs behind her back and moves in a more urgent way giving me an mesmerizing view of her body, her slim toned torso, her small firm breasts and her long neck, all exposed to my hungry gaze. My hands roam over her perfect pale smooth skin. The only thing she wears right now is that gold chain around her neck. 

She lets out a soft moan. Her body trembles ligtly. I can tell she is close and so am I. As her head falls back, letting out another deep sigh, her body shudders and her inner walls contract around my hard member, milking me, while I cum burried deep inside her. I keep my hands on her trim waist and jerk my hips up, driving us both through our high, all the way to the end, when she finally collapses on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder. I can feel her hot breath tickling my feverish skin. 

Silence envelops us as we catch our breath, still tangled in one another. I hold Jaelle close to me, feeling her heart beat next to mine. She lifts her head a little and her eyes meet mine. We share a deep kiss, before she gets off my lap and lays down next to me on the bed. I look at her slender figure, her chest still heaving from the intensity of what we just shared. We are both drenched in sweat. Our sessions are always intense and satisfying, for both of us. But tonight my mind drifts elsewhere despite my best efforts. 

Filled with the image of those slanted eyes, watching me with intrigue.

I turn and drape my hand around Jaelle's waist, seeking her touch again. I need something to ground me, drive those strange thoughts away.

I've heard that vamps can mess with your head. Is it true? Is this why instead of enjoying my lover's attention, I am obsessing over a pair of deep burgundy eyes? His eyes?

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