Fear, love... and betrayal; that's what I feel about my new life.
It's a life I never asked for, at least not like that.
I certainly dreamed of adventure, of escaping from my ordinary life, but nothing prepared me for what would happen when my norma...
I look at all my choices: superb looking cakes, but also plenty of treats that I've never seen before.
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I bite my lips while I fill my plate, looking forward to the feast I'm about to have. I notice large hands reaching out on the other side of the buffet table. There he is, Lord Black, standing only a couple of feet from me and still glaring.
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Not able to suffer his silent concentration any longer, I continue my way along the buffet, taking a little of whatever is in front of me, as I am now completely distracted by his imposing presence. He follows my every move until we reach the end of the table and then he advances towards me until he is inches from my face.
"Miss Mills."
"Mr. Black."
"You are the lamb in the middle of a pack of wolves."
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He dips his finger in the whipped cream that fills half my plate and brings it delicately to his lips. He then leans over as close as possible to my ear.
"I think they're only waiting for the right moment to devour you."
"Enough of this predator/prey talk Black! I believe we've said everything there is to say."
"On the contrary, Miss Mills, the subject has only just begun. I believe you love to be chased, since you seem to continue with your activities that you know irritate me."
