Casanova H.S

Chapter Seven

I throw a punch at his face, but he saw it coming long before I made the move so he stops my hand with his own. "You can't let your opponent see your move before you make it," Harry says quickly letting go of my hand.

"And how do I do that?" I ask as I get back in position ready to punch again.

"Don't look where you're going to punch." He says as if it is so simple.

Somehow Harry and I ended up here in some abandoned house garden, and for some reason, I got the urge to learn how to fight, so I asked Harry to teach me. He was more than happy to do so, finally being able to tell me what to do whiteout me getting furious.

"One more time," Harry says getting ready for me to punch him. I take his advice and stare deeply into his eyes. He watches mine to see where I will hit, but I don't let him know. I continue to stare into his eyes, and surprise him by giving him a punch to his stomach. He lets out a grunt by the impact. "I did not expect you to be this strong."

"Just because I'm a girl you expect me to be weak?" I ask raising my eyebrows daring him to say another wrong word.

"Of course not." He says raising his hands in defense. "It's because you are very small."

"Small? You're just a head taller than me." I know he thought so because I'm a girl, but I let it slide for this time. I don't see the point in starting a fight right now. "Forget it," I say dismissing the subject. "Can we fight for real now?"

"You can fight me, but I won't hit back." He says getting ready for me to try and attack him.

"There is no fun in that. Just be very careful." I say a little irritated knowing he won't hit me because I am a girl.

"I will not hit you. I have never, and will never lay a hand on a woman." He says making me understand that he will not change his mind no matter what I say. "Unless they like it a little rough that is." He jokes sending me a sly smirk. I just huff out a laugh as I roll my eyes.

Before he can react I punch him in the shoulder. "For the love of god, give a man some time to prepare." He says rubbing his shoulder but brush the little pain away almost immediately. I try to punch his chest, but he moves his hand pushing my arm to the side. I make an attempt at kicking him, but he lifts his leg before I can touch him. "You can do better than that, Mira." He says tauntingly.

I can feel myself grow impatient that I can't manage to even touch him, so I send a punch towards his face. He sees my fist closing up to his face, so he takes a hold of my wrist, spins me around, and push me up against his chest. He crosses my arms, and lock me in by holding onto my hands. His breath is hot on my neck as he has captured me in his arms. I can feel him chuckle, his chest vibrating against my back. "I thought you said I was to smart for any of your tricks," I say proudly as I stomp my heel down on his foot, making him let me go. I back away from him, and turn to see if he is in much pain. To my relief, he just clenches his fists and seems to be over it.

"That wasn't one of my tricks. If I was doing one of them on you, you would know." He says proudly.

"Cocky much?"

"Very much."

"What do you tell yourself to justify your actions?" I ask as we circle each other. He waits for me to attack, but I know I won't, I just want him to think I will.

"That I worship beauty." He says, and I take a step forward making him take one back.

"What would you do?" I ask wondering how he would approach the situation if I was one of his many victims.

"What do you mean?" He asks confused as to what I am getting at.

"If you saw me on the street, and you wanted me to spend the night with you. What would you do to make that happen?" I ask him walking closer to him, excited to see the famous man in action.

"I can't do that." He says standing still shaking his head.

"Why not?" I look at him confused, wondering why on earth he cannot show me.

"Because if I do." He starts to say as he moves closer to me. Once our faces only are inches apart he stops, and search my face, taking it in. His mint breath brushes against my lips for every breath he takes. "Then you will fall in love with me."

I take in a sharp breath by his words. The intense moment making my heart speed up, and I swear I can hear it beat. "Well, as you said the tricks will not work on me," I say stepping back.

"Okay, but I warned you." He lifts his finger pointing at me and lifts his brows.

"I think I'll be fine," I say with a small laugh making Harry form a smile on his lips.

"Fine. Stand over there." He says pointing to the wall. I don't say anything, all I do is move to the wall acting as if I'm on a walk. "First I would obviously walk up to her." He says coming to me. "I would act as if I'm lost, and ask her for the way. I say that I am new, and can't find my way back to the house I have rented. While I do that I make sure to hold eye contact letting her know she has my full attention, and send her my very charming smile as often as possible. After she explains the way I will act as if I don't have a good memory. I will lightly lay my hand on her arm." He lifts his hand, and rest it on my arm as he described. "Then I will say that I would appreciate it if she followed me there. She of course compelled by my smile, and charm will do as I ask. Once we get to my house I will ask her in for tea, she will more than likely accept, and step inside. When she is inside."

He stops speaking, and push me up against the wall. I gasp in surprise, and he looks satisfied with my reaction. "I will push her up against the wall, and let my thumb caress her cheek softly making her calm down from the surprise." He does with his thumb as he describes, and I calm down just as he predicted. "Then I will tell her that she was so beautiful that I couldn't control myself." His eyes look into mine. His mesmerizing green eyes. "Then." He takes a breath letting it blow against my face once he releases it. "I kiss her." His eyes flicker down to my lips. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, for once I am speechless. Harry catches me by surprise, and move closer, but what surprises me, even more, is that I don't stop him. His face is so close I can almost taste his lips.

However, out of nowhere, he pulls back completely. "There's not much to it. I just try to be charming, and nice." He says rubbing the back of his neck while he walks over to where we previously stood fighting.

"It sounds surprisingly easy," I say clearing my throat.

"It is, but forget that you have some fighting to learn." He says waving me over.

I walk over to him, and we both get in fighting position, and I get ready to attack while he gets ready to only defend.