At Your Service, Master

Chapter Ten

Nicholas groaned as the first rays of sunlight that poured through his bare window. He turned on his side and froze when his hand collided with something. He cracked his eyes open and saw a bundle of long wavy brown hair sprawled at the side of his bed.

He still felt light-headed but he manged prop on one elbow and saw Mikaela had falled asleep at the side of his bed. He smiled examining her posture. Her legs were curled beneath her on the floor in a half kneeling pose and her head and arms rested at the side of the bed.

He pushed the brown curtain of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He hoped he didn't wake her when he took a sudden intake of breath. With the morning light shining on her face she looked delicate. She had smooth skin like a glass doll as rosy cheeks he loved more when they were bright red from anger.

His fingertips brushed her cheek gently and she shifted in her place and it seemed like she cuddled into warmth of his hand. Nicholas stiffened feeling a tremor in his body. A sudden hunger. An urge. He clenched his hand into a fist turning away.

She was his employee, disposable as anyone else in this house. He sighed trying to calm himself, she was just like a doll, a toy. He could always get a new one, there was nothing special about her. He couldn't resist taking another glance at this rare delicate, peaceful expression she had on her face.

Absent-mindedly, he found himself leaning forward over her. "Mikaela..." he whispered, inches from her ear in a soft voice, almost seductive. He couldn't help but grin when he saw the reaction flare in her cheeks. She mumbled something in her sleep and her cheeks burned a brighter ember.

He chuckled wanting to play with her more. He imagined her on his bed with nothing on except the yards of white silk he'd wrap her in. Then strip it off her slowly savoring each kiss he'd give her while doing so. He returned to reality realizing that his mouth had gone dry.

His lips brushed agaisnt her cheek gently. "Wake up sleepy head" he said softly again.

A frown creased her brow and she snuggled her face deeper into his sheets. "Never.." he heard her mutter in revolt.

He grinned, admiring her spunk. "Get up and feed me my breakfast or I'll kiss you" he threatened in a  joking tone.

"You've got two arms and legs...Go get it yourself..." she growled in her sleep with a huff.

He cocked a brow, a hint of a smile still on his face. She was still a rebel, even in her sleep. "Don't say I didn't warn you..." he whispered leaning over and catching her lips with his.

It felt different kissing her when she was upside-down but he found her more giving in her sleep. Her mouth instantly replied by letting him in. There tongues locking with each other, he caressed hers and she sighed into his kiss as if silently begging for more. His hand moved to the side of her head and his thumb rubbed her cheek gently.

He broke their kiss for a moment to catch his breath and he stared into her glossy eyes, she looked like she had just woke up from a dream. She stared up at him breathless, with a vulnerability in her eyes he never thought he'd see. "Nicholas..." she said breathlessly that almost sounded like a plead.

He felt like he couldn't catch his breath while he was staring into her eyes. The sunlight made them glow and he found himself drowning in her blue eyes once again. They weren't like his, they reminded him of the calm rain and suddenly the heat from his body felt coolled. For that moment he felt like he didn't have a fever at all.

"What are you doing?" she snapped scowling up at him.

And here comes reality... Nicholas sighed feeling the fever and fatigue returning. "Waking you up"