So...yes, I forgotten to mention this before, but I do not own Robert or Sophie or Leigh Teabing. Those characters belong to the brillant mind of Dan Brown. Please read my other stories about Robert and Sophie...and please review! (:
Sophie nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Today was the day she was applying for a teaching job at Harvard. From what Robert had told her, the pay is more than satisfying and the staff was pleasant. But she didn't know if she would be a good teacher. She looked around the Harvard office. The whole campus seemed bigger—and better—than she had expected.
Robert, who sat across from her, was watching. "Sophie, don't worry, you'll be great!"
"How did you know what I was thinking of?"
He laughed and his blue eyes twinkled. "Sophie, you've been worrying about this for days now, and I just know you'll impress everybody!" He took her hand and looked at her earnestly.
Sophie gave a weak smile. "I hope so!" Robert gave her a kiss on the cheek, for good luck. Just then, her name was called, and she stood up, smoothing her white sundress. Giving one last look at Robert, she took a deep breath and strode into the room.
As Sophie was in her interview, Robert began to daydream about Sophie. He wondered if she liked it here in America. He had promised her to take her to some historical museums when she was done, but only if she wanted to.
He was so glad that he had met Sophie. Yes, when they first had met, it was sad, due to her grandfather's unfortunate and untimely death, but now Robert was as happy as he had ever been. Sophie was everything he could've ever hoped for.
After a while, Sophie stepped out of the room and Robert stood up, looking at her inquisitively.
"I did it, Robert. The job is mine!" Robert swept her up in a huge hug and kissed her forehead. "I KNEW you could do it Princess."
Alex clutched to her small duffle bag as Teabing's chauffeur drove her to his place. She could hardly believe where he lived-Château Villette!
As they drove in the entrance, Alex got a little nervous. What if Teabing didn't like her after all? What if he thought inviting her was a mistake—
Mistake. A shiver went through Alex's body when she remembered that her father had called her that. And now he was…
Stop these bad memories!
Robert and Sophie sat down on the couch, Sophie leaning against Robert's chest. Sophie was reading a book about the history of codes, while Robert just relaxed with his arms around her. He watched her read for a while until she looked up.
"What Robert? Why are you staring?"
Robert gently kissed her forehead. "Why shouldn't I stare at the most beautiful woman in the world?" Sophie gave in to a small smile as she placed her book down. Her green eyes connected with Robert's crystal blue ones as she threw her arms around his neck.
He kissed her again. "Princess…" he whispered.
Sophie's felt her heart skip a beat, just like it did when he always kissed her. She loved the feeling of Robert with her. She felt so safe, so comfortable, and so…happy.
"Mon amour," she mumbled, and she gave Robert a seductive smile as she pulled him closer to her. Robert got her message.
"Sophie…" he said as he kissed her, over and over again, neither one could get enough of the other. Finally, Robert swept Sophie up in his strong arms and started walking towards the bedroom…
Alex looked around the inside of Château Villette, feeling lost. "Hello? Bonjour? Est-ce que quelqu'un ici?"
An angry-looking man rushed in. He was short, muscular and athletic, and looked about thirty years old. "Leigh Teabing is taking a rest!"
Alex's face flushed. "I'm sorry…I didn't know…"
The butler looked down disapprovingly at Alex, as if she was a piece of trash. "I am Bassett, Teabing's butler. If you have any questions, come to me. Mr. Teabing does not have time for childish problems."
She was liking this man less and less.
"Your room is on the second floor, fifth door on the right. Meanwhile," the butler rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses. "Do try to stay out of trouble."
He left Alex alone in the entrance. She knew she should probably put her few things away, but she really wanted to explore. After all, it was such a big and interesting place.
She crept to a door off to the right and swung it open. Her jaw dropped as she looked around. It was a study, but it was as big as a ballroom.
Wall-to-wall bookshelves covered gold and red wallpaper with a rose pattern. Above a huge fireplace was a portrait of a lady, Alex didn't know who. Propped up on stands and tables were replicas of old paintings, Alex recognizing The Last Supper and Madonna of the Rocks. Electronic equipment, such as and other gadgets were spread amongst the numerous desks. Papers and notes were scattered throughout the bookshelves, and in the middle was a sofa with a couple armchairs crowded by the fire.
"Oh mon…" Alex said as her brown eyes surveyed the room. Never before had she seen something quite like this!
She ran her hand over the spines of the many books on one shelf. Strangely, she noticed that most of the books were all about a couple of subjects; the Holy Grail, Mary Magdalene, Jesus and the Twelve Apostles, Priory of Sion, Leonardo de Vinci, Sacred Feminine, and many editions of the Bible.
Obsessed much? Alex thought as she glanced over to the door. It was half-open, the way she left it. Alexandria walked over by one of the tables, where paper littered the top.
She grabbed one of the sheets. It was a map…of a strange place called Rosslyn. There was writing scrawled along the top, so minuscule that Alex couldn't read it. She looked below at a picture, and almost fainted at what she saw.
It was a picture of an older man, spread eagled across the floor with strange-looking symbols shaped out of his blood on his chest. Alex could tell one was a pentacle, but she didn't know what else was there.
"Que voulez-vous que vous faites?" Alex jumped. She didn't hear Bassett come back in. He grabbed her by the arm.
"Sorry, désolé, s'il vous plaît," Alexandria was breathless. "I just wanted to look around…" The butler sneered. "You incompetent child! Why can't you just go where I tell you?"
Her eyes flashed so angrily that he let go of her, frightened by her expression for just a moment. After a few moments though, she had calmed down.
"I just wanted to look around," she said, gritting her teeth and curling her left hand into a fist. Bassett had noticed a scar on that hand earlier.
"Even I never go in here!" Bassett hissed. "If you would like to stay, I suggest you stay out of his study!" He grabbed ahold of Alex, not letting her go until they were by her room.
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