License To Steal...Your Heart? - On Hold

License To Steal...Your Heart? - 5

Copyright © 2010 Agnes C.

Gillian

I stared agape at the bags and articles of clothing in front of me. My face was burning from both embarrassment and anger. My eyes were as wide as apples as I mumbled curses under my breath. Damn him! If only I could heal faster, but I guess that Campino poison really got to me...

Throwing curses and threats under my breath, I went through all the clothes, searching for something that wouldn't scream slut. Sighing, I sat defeated midst the pile of clothes and decided what I was going to do.

Then, an idea struck me. Back to plan B, seduce him! Mwah ha ha! I giggled evilly to myself as I picked out the skimpiest lingerie I could find. Five minutes later, (finding something super slutty wasn't really that hard considering the choices) I was wearing a blood red evening dress. It trailed the floor and was hugging my body, so that it showed every possible curve. The dress dipped low enough to show my black lace bra, and had a dipped low in the back, just above my panty line. Slipping on a pair of silver stilettos, I walked over to the mirror to observe my appearance. I quickly took off my bandages only to find out that my skin was free of the scar, there was only the internal damage that was left to heal. I went to the bathroom and applied on some eyeliner, silver eye shadow, mascara and some dark red lipstick. I stepped back from the mirror and looked at myself. I looked like a vampire slut. Ah, if only Addison were here to see this. She would never let me live this down. Sighing, I walked out of the room with what little dignity Sebastian had left me with.

I was greeted with a hallway with a tall ceiling and expensive paintings on the walls. Glancing at the interior decoration and the chandeliers, I was in a rich house. Hearing noise downstairs, I made my way down the spiral staircase to the kitchen, where Sebastian sat sipping his drink. Seeing me, he choked and spat his drink out all over the counter top.

"Oh, you better clean that up," I said, using a silky, smooth voice. He stared at me with wide eyes for a moment and then regained his composure.

"You just scared me for a moment, that's all," he explained feebly. I nodded, not convinced.

"The top of the Talented Four was scared for a moment? Wow, what low standards they must have at your school!" I exclaimed.

"Well, considering what you're wearing, your school isn't any better than mine." He smirked.

"Like I had a choice," I mumbled and went to the fridge to get something to drink. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and sat myself beside Sebastian. He was looking at me intently, but I didn't meet his eyes. Instead, I just used blend, not wanting him to look at me. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me disappear. Then, he too used blend. Damn. Forgot he had the same talents as me.

"What? Are you too shy to even look at me?" Sebastian teased. I rolled my eyes.

"In your dreams,"

"Then maybe I am dreaming,"

"Well, then. If you are dreaming, you shouldn't be able to feel this!" I said as I kicked him in the place where the sun don't shine. It took a moment for his face

to register what I was doing and then pain crossed his face.

"Talented Four? Use your defend, smart one!" I said, amused. He just glared at me and flipped me off. I smiled and continued to sip my orange juice.

"Well that's what you get for this," I said as I gestured to my attire.

Five minutes later, Sebastian finally composed himself enough to reply.

"You don't look to bad, you know. I kinda like it, looking past your ugly face and horrible personality. I'm talking about the dress." He said with a cocky grin. I stared at him for a second, and then smiled. He looked taken back by my reaction.

"Well, if you like the dress so much, why don't you wear it?" I asked, still smiling.

"I would, if you'd take it off for me," he countered. So I did the unthinkable. Something I would have never done before. I listened to him.

"Okay, if you say so," I answered as I slowly pushed a strap off my shoulder. I leaned down close to him so that our noses were almost touching. "But you

wanna know a secret?" I whispered, not expecting an answer. "You have to catch me first," I said as I took off up the flight of stairs. Kinda hard to do in stilettos, but trust me, you would have done the same if you had seen the look of hunger and lust in his eyes just before I took off.