Angelina

Chapter 11

      She moved quietly down the stairs, pausing for a few seconds before entering the room. I stood up at the sight of her, bringing everyone’s attention to me, and then her.

     She made me weak, and strong. Her beauty never ceases to astound me. The dress she wore was a simple v-neck that flared delicately down to her mid thigh. The pale summer yellow dress was pretty but Angie in it was stunning. Her fragrant skin looked dewy and incredibly supple. Her loose red chocolate hair looked luxurious and her eyes sparkled. She dressed for me and I loved it!

     I could not take my eyes off her as she searched my face for approval. My intense stare caused her some internal dilemma and she bit a small part of her bottom lip, somewhat nervous and unsure of her-self. I have seen countless of women do this but on Angie the effect fascinated me.

     Her heartbeat pounded loudly in my ear the closer I got to her and her pheromones induced a drug like effect on me. I quietly breathed her in. She smelt of vanilla and bergamot but I singled out her natural rose scent.

     I leaned down and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear. “You’re a Goddess.”  Her skin flushed.

     “Oh Angie, you look beautiful.” Emma gushed.

     “Yes she does, indeed.” Graham chimed in.

     “Well, let’s eat.” Her aunt said and led the way to the dining room with her husband in tow.

     She turned to follow her relatives when I caught her in my arms and pressed her back to my body. “Angie, you make me weak.” I said softly in her ear. She turned in my arms.

     “I thought I was the only weak one.” She admitted softly.

     I kissed her lips quickly took her hand and led her to the dining room. The sooner we got diner over with the sooner I would have her for myself.

     The table was laden with dishes that looked appetizing. All the aromas filled me at once and I pushed them out cling only to one, Angie. I rarely indulged in human food and if I did, it was out of curiosity.

     Angie and I sat on one side of the table while her aunt and uncle sat across from us.

     “Angie prepared dinner tonight she also made the spinach pizzas and a Chocolate Truffle Mousse with a Whipped Vanilla Topping for dessert, all Vegan. I helped.” Emma looked proud of Angie and herself.

     “We did it together.” Angie corrected, mildly embarrassed.

     “We are not Vegans but the food that Angie makes is delicious.” Graham informed me.

     Emma handed me the large bowl of Chopped Salad and I served Angie and then myself before passing it to Graham, the same with the Mushroom Ravioli.

     “Thank you!” She murmured.

     Graham filled my glass with the Chateau Palmer red wine, then Emma and him-self. He filled Angie’s glass with the Vandalia Nonalcoholic wine.

     “Oh my, this is divine.” Emma said as she took another sip of her wine.

     I looked down at my plate, fork in hand; this was a first for me, a Vegan meal. I was determined to clear my plate no matter what.

     Everything agreed with my sensitive palette. Angie would make some human happy and healthy with her cooking, but she was mine and if she wanted to cook for me every night, I would eat, for her.     

     “Did Angie tell you why she became a Vegan?” Emma asked me.

     “No, she did not.” I glanced at her wanting to see her reaction.