A Night With Frye

Chapter 1

Attending the party had been nothing like what was promised in the invitation. Londons greatest musicians, best Wine in the city and a lush garden.
While the music was grand the wine was rather bland, the only thing that made it better were the measly pieces of cheese they had on their food platters. Despite my distaste for the wine I decided it was time to find another glass, being a bit tipsy would be the only way to get me through this night.

As I turned to walk away with my blood red solace for the night, I see a tall dark figure with a rugged face but still gentle enough for a passionate lip locking. I look away shyly as i catch him glance at me from his side and start to approach me like a predator stalking its meal. His voice deep and hoarse rumbling throughout me, leaving me weak as he introduced himself, "Sir Jacob Frye". Intrigued about how he got his title I asked how he got it but his only response was "now that love, is a story for another day and sorry to cut this talk short but I must go find my sister as we have rather important plans tonight" before I could get another word in he started walking away leaving me with a hunger that could not be sated by food.

As the night dragged on I started to wonder when I'd meet him again, and how. Taking in the last few mouthfulls of my drink I decide to head home as the night was nearly over, but when i step outside I see him again boarding a carriage in rush with a blooded handkerchief stuffed within his coat.
Before he could take off I hid inside the carriage to go to wherever he was headed. Hearing him command the horses drove me wild, his voice stern and dominant, it was enough to make me need to know more about him.

We slowed to a stop and and when we did I heard him jump off and look inside the carriage. His dark hazel eyes gazing thru the glass on the door as if he could see through every part of me. He pulled open the door and said to me with a smirk "if you wanted to come with me you could have just asked for a ride. Now tell me where do you live, ill escort you there, come sit up front with me". As we rode to my house i asked him what his business that night was but all he answered with was "I was just taking care of an, aquaitance".

As we arrived at my door a cold chill started to kick up so i offered him my living room to stay in for the night, although I'd much rather him with me, to get out of the weather. He accepted the offer and stepped inside and sat on the lounge with a sigh of relief and comfort. I looked over at  him as he began to prepare for the night taking his coat off and boots until he had asked me if it was okay for him to be without a shirt, and to which i responded with a nod and a blush. He must have seen it too because he turned around to show his back while taking off his shirt.
Before I could jump onto him I hurried upstairs into my room and closed my door behind me hoping that would be enough to calm my hunger.