My mind likes to wonder into strange places hehehe. Like Alfred Ashford's pants lol. Don't ask.

Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil…Just Selene Frost!

Well, enjoy or something Oo;;


Selene stared out the window of the taxicab as it drove her to the airport. In the 7 years she worked for Umbrella, she had never heard the words "Promotion" or "Pay raise" uttered in her presence. Now, finally, Umbrella was throwing her a bone. Her boss hadn't given her the details about the job but, hell, $600 more than what she was getting paid now was a godsend. Smiling to herself, she played with her light blond hair and stared out the window dreamily. Her blue eyes snapped to the driver as he informed her they had arrived at the airport. Opening her door, Selene stepped out into the summer night air. She inhaled deeply and turned to the driver who stood beside her with her bags. She took them from him and gave him $60 and told him to keep the change. Airily, she walked into the airport and began looking for her "escorts" to Rockfort. Personally, she didn't like the idea of being secluded on an island but it paid well, so she wasn't complaining.

She spotted the two men almost immediately, noting how easy it was to point them out; the standard Umbrella soldier's uniform worn by both of them. She walked towards them with authority, seeing how she was their higher up. Upon noticing her presence, the escorts saluted her and took her luggage before leading her outside to a private plane with an Umbrella logo on the side.

The flight was long and Selene had slept most of it but now she was wide-awake, staring out the window at the dim sky.

"We're almost there, correct?" She asked in a light English accent.

"Yes, ma'am!" One of the soldiers responded.

"Good. This was one of the most boring flights I've ever been on…"She remarked callously.

They arrived 10 minutes later by a rather large, concrete building. Selene's escorts helped her out of the helicopter, still carrying her bags. The large gusts of wind caused by the helicopter blades whipped her hair in front of her face. She sighed in aggravation, noting that it was going to be hard to untangle her delicate hair. She followed her escorts through a small door out to what seemed to be a small cliff. Down below, she could see a large bridge expanding from one precipice to another. The smell of salt water was thick and the sunrise was expanding across the vast depths. Selene turned and followed after the soldiers, going with them across a small overpass and up some steps to a Wrought Iron gate. When they finally stopped, they were in front of a large mansion.

"Does Umbrella expect me to be surprised with every mansion they pop up in front of me?" She scoffed.

"Go inside to the reception desk and tell them you've come to report to Mr. Ashford…" One of the escorts told her, handing her the bags.

She looked at him funny but did as she was told, ascending the steps with confidence and grace. Opening the door, she looked around before actually entering. It didn't seem any different than the other mansions she'd seen. She forgot her annoyance and went back to her other mission, walking up to the reception desk. At the desk sat a tired-looking, middle-aged man who was rapidly scrawling on a piece of paper. Without looking up from his papers he asked her a question in a cranky voice. "What's your business?" She blinked, rather offended by his tone.

"I've come to report to Mr. Ashford." She informed him.

He stopped writing and grabbed a folder to his right, flipping the cover open. He thumbed through some papers before pulling out Selene's record. He looked at a paper on the back, his tired eyes scanning over it. He looked up at her and smiled, handing her file to her.

"Mr. Ashford's been expecting you, Miss Frost. Go upstairs and to your right then go through that door. Just wait in there and I'll inform him you're here." He said, his tone a bit more smooth.

"Thank you…"she said, taking her file and walking up the marble stairs.

She went up some more to her right and went through the door on the small platform. She had entered an elegant, calming office. Selene noted that Umbrella always had such calm, beautiful offices in their mansions and that was about the only thing she liked. She walked over to a Victorian couch and sat down, setting her bags on the floor gently. She sat quietly, waiting to meet her new employer. She'd heard of the Ashfords many times; how great they were and how loony the one twin was. She frowned, hoping she wasn't dealing with a total whack job. Her dark blue eyes snapped to the door on her right as she heard it open. A regal, aristocratic-looking man entered the room. His blonde hair was slicked back and his piercing blue eyes snapped to her. Selene stood up and looked at him with respect.

"Are you Miss Frost?" He asked in somewhat of a snobbish voice.

"Yes, I am. I presume you're Mr. Ashford then?" She asked.

"I am…"He acted just like everyone said the Ashfords acted; better than everyone else.

"Pleased to meet you. Sir? May I ask what exactly my job will be here? I wasn't informed what it was earlier." She smiled sheepishly, suddenly feeling stupid about not knowing what her job was.

"You're my personal assistant. You'll stay with me in my private residence." He informed her haughtily.

"Ah…not to sound rude or anything of the sort but is there anyway I could shower sometime soon?"

He laughed and nodded, making Selene feel a little bit better about her environment. He told her to follow him and she did as she was told, not wanting to anger her superiors on the first day. The door he had come through (the same one they were going through), she noticed, showed off one of Umbrella's lame puzzles; two indentations in a gold plate where what looked like lugers would go. She noted that Alfred had his own special key. They entered another office, this one having a big window behind the desk. She looked out at the pinkish-yellow sky and decided she liked this office. She watched Alfred walk over to a computer on the desk and type something in on the keyboard. She jumped when a large antique music box beside her started playing and then moved. It was too early in the morning for surprises like that.

"No matter how many of these puzzles I see, there always has to be a select few that I don't expect…" She commented groggily.

Alfred didn't say anything, he just walked through the new doorway and she followed him, deciding not to speak unless she was spoken to. She also decided Aristocrats don't have a very good sense of humor. They went down a covered walkway that emerged at a stairway that went up quite a ways. Selene stared at the castle-like mansion and rolled her eyes as Alfred continued on up the stone stairs. She followed, her arms crossed and she walked slowly as she delved deep into thought.

These past few weeks had been quite bleak and she hadn't really had much time to let it go before she got her new job. She hoped it wouldn't rear its' ugly head and get her fired or anything like that. Umbrella only would let it go because she was such a diligent worker, getting her work done despite all her personal issues. The Corporate supervisors just didn't want to put up with her being late for work anymore, so now they were putting her in a job where she got paid a lot more to never be late. She suddenly had a bad feeling about this new job.

When she looked up, she saw they had arrived at the immense private home of the Ashfords. She felt a mixture of curiosity, fear, and honor all at once. She wondered what could possibly lie within the mansion that Alfred never let anyone else come there. She was honored that she was actually allowed to be there. But, most of all, she was afraid of the future; what could happen within the looming manor actually was frightening to her.

She noticed Alfred looking at her expectantly, as if he wanted to ask her what she thought but felt he was to good to say anything.

"So, this is the lovely Ashford Manor? It's a lot more magnificent than I thought." She said, faking wonder rather nicely.

Alfred seemed to puff up like a rooster immediately after she had said that. His entire expression emanated pride in his family name. It disgusted Selene.

"Yes. This has been the home of my family for many generations…" He trailed off in some reverie before turning and continuing the walk to his radiant home.

Once they had entered the door, Selene automatically hated it. Not because of the repetitive Umbrella extravagance, but because of the dolls. Selene had hated dolls since she was very young. She never played with dolls, never came close to dolls, never even thought about dolls. Now, here she was, standing in a mansion that had hundreds of dolls, including the large one hanging from the ceiling.

"So…I take it Alexia collects…dolls?" She asked, looking around at the lifeless, little, ceramic things.

"Yes. I hope that's alright by you?" He looked at her with authority mixed with a slight tinge of curiosity.

"Th-That's fine…" She lied.

"You'll be sleeping in my room." He said, turning back around to face the stairs.

It was then that Selene's honor and curiosity faded away and fear took over. She stared at him, her mouth agape and watched him ascend the stairs and stop when he didn't hear her following him.

"What did you say?"

"You'll sleep in my room. You'll only sleep in my bed if I so wish it…" He said airily.

"This wasn't mentioned!" She retorted, taking a step back.

"I didn't want them to tell you anything." He said calmly.

"You- But why?" She shook her head.

He came back down the stairs and stood in front of her, looking her in the eye. She wanted to hit him and run away. She knew the place had to have an airport somewhere. Maybe she could hijack a plane and get out of there. But, she couldn't move.

"Miss Frost, you don't understand why I'm allowing you to be in my home, do you?" He asked softly.

"Just so you can get your sexual pleasures fulfilled when you so wish!" She spat in a low, threatening tone.

"No! The Ashford legacy must live on…and you are of noble blood. That is why I'm allowing you here."

"What are you saying?"

"I need you to be the matriarch of the next Ashford generation!" His face firmed.

Selene looked at him with disgust and contempt. Her tone became more normal, if a little soft.

"You…hired me to bear your children so the Ashford line would continue? And you only did it because I have noble lineage?" She grimaced.

"I did." Alfred wasn't backing down.

"So, you're paying me to sleep with you and get pregnant and bear Ashford children?" Selene was still disgusted.

Alfred glared at her and turned, storming up the stairs. She watched after him and looked around the hall as she heard a door on the second floor close.

"Oops…my bad." She muttered to herself. "So, now what to do since I frustrated my boss on the first day?" She looked around the hall quietly.

Well, I don't suppose there's anywhere to buy flowers and chocolates around here so that bombs that idea.

She smirked and walked around a little bit, her arms crossed and her footsteps reverberating through the empty hall. She left her bags sitting in the middle of the floor but she didn't care. She was in an all-new environment and she had yet to explore her boundaries.


A/N: Oh no! That twisted, twisted man...What a perv xD. Ah, well...This is my shot at a "decent" romance fic...I know. It sucks. ;-; Heh. I tried. Well, tell me what you think. Constructive criticism Good. )