Temporary Housemate

Chapter Seven

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.

– Albert Einstein.

In spite of my own better judgement, my seriously unruly sarcasm decided to rear its disgruntled head at this precise moment.  “Really? It didn’t look like that two seconds ago?! Speaking of which, shouldn’t you still be on the floor?” Marvellous. Why does my mouth have to ignore every order I give to it? What have I done wrong to deserve such a malicious, masochistic hell hole of a mouth?

Although I couldn’t see his face right now, his lips were still by my ear, his breathing quite heavy and involuntarily it seemed the cord around my neck tightened to the point where I actually raised my hands to grasp at the material. It seemed His body was longer just warning, but threatening my existence. As I began to choke out my apologies – now that Mr. Sarcasm had disappeared into oblivion once again – He spoke up again. “Please don’t try to test me either Char, you may be a delectable and definitely desirable creature, but I have limits and right now, my patience is wearing very thin.” Every word he uttered was enunciated, slowly and perfectly. Not in a patronising way, but with malevolence hovering over every word.

At this point I was fifty seconds into potential asphyxiation and my brain was telling me I was going to die. So when I was suddenly released from any grip or support I fell to my knees gasping for air. Catching glimpses of the room in between the white stars that had appeared to try and block my vision, I made out a dark figure stood by the window.

“By the way, I don’t recall ever giving you permission to decorate this room. Or anything for that matter.”

Sadly, despite my brains current lack of functionality, it was slowly piecing together what He had said. As I had continued staring towards the shadowy figure whilst thinking this, as my vision returned to me, I found myself gasping out, “Vince?”

“The one and only Miss Hudson. How else do you think I would have gotten into the house?” He had a rather smug expression upon with face which made me want to slap him with all my might. He may be my landlord but he can’t just stroll into my bedroom. Readjusting my face to appear indifferent, I simply asked him, “Why are you in my bedroom? Without knocking and invading my own personal space?” I asked glancing down to hint at how personal this space was to me.

“Well,” he drawled out, “to be fair I did knock, about seven times, but no one answered so I thought I’d poke my head in to see if you were out, I heard some noise and realised that you were in the shower and was about to knock to let you know I was in your room, but alas the door swung open to reveal some rather edible looking legs.”

By this point, even though it rarely happened, my cheeks were on fire, I was young – no one had ever spoken to me like that! Mumbling something inaudible I went to rummage in my closet.

“I think you are mistaken Char, I am not a conceited smart-arse, it was simply a small mistake on my part which I apologise for.” Wow, how the... wait did he just apologise? Shock now replaced my wonder at his impeccable hearing and I found myself turning around to also apologise except he was already immediately behind me. Stepping back slightly I looked him in the eyes and said, “Apology accepted, I suppose, and I also suppose I should apologise, I was only using my self-defence but I am sorry for hurting you.”

“No need Char, but I may demand full repayment at some point. For now though...”, he trailed off and proceeded to prowl towards me, again causing me to walk backwards, until for the third time in ten minutes I was pinned between a wall and Vincent. This time however, without the fear and adrenaline rushing through my body I just couldn’t help but to look into his eyes. They were equally as beautiful as Adam’s, but for a different reason, these eyes were large and dark laced with long eye lashes, they were such a dark brown that it looked like they could swallow you up, but up this close you could see slightly golden flecks in them that seemed to draw you in instantly. As my eyes continued to scan his face, I noticed that he had a strong jaw line that could be used as the definition of masculine, whilst his lips had such subtle curves that my eyes didn’t know whether to look towards his eyes or lips. The sensuality that emanated from his stance, his broad shoulders, his well defined arms and general persona actually made me blush without reason. As a man he screamed ‘I am a sex demon’, as a person he screamed ‘and I will have you.’