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Unexpected Ch. 2: The Loss of a Towel

"Who are you," Jaime Lannister demanded, taking a step towards Cara with his very long, very pointy, very sharp looking sword still aimed at her heart. His green eyes were trained on her in an expression of bewilderment, mistrust, and anger. Cara was beginning to realize that longing for Jaime Lannister to be real was perhaps a hastily made wish. She slowly edged backwards from his blade and behind the island counter top that served as a divider between the kitchen and living room.

"I asked you a question, witch," Jaime growled. "What curse have you put on me to bring to this place," Jaime gestured around him wildly but the sword in his hand never wavered.

"I…" Cara faltered. "I…." For the first time in her life of 21 years she was completely speechless.

"I said speak, witch! Who are you?" Jaime stalked around the island as Cara scurried to keep her distance.

"I'm not a witch!" Cara exclaimed, tired of being accused. However, there was a small doubt within her. She had wished for Jaime Lannister after all.

"Oh no? I'm sure all witches proclaim their innocence, do they not?" Jaime chuckled darkly as he again strode towards Cara, his heated gaze sweeping her from head to toe. Cara felt herself blush, remembering she was only wearing a towel and increased her hold on the lone piece of fabric separating her naked body from the very angry man in front of her.

"Do I look like a witch to you?" Cara asked, unable to keep the ire from her voice. Jaime stopped in his tracks to study her more thoroughly. She could practically feel his gaze crawl upon her exposed skin. She knew his eyes lingered on her bare legs and décolletage. Cara once again readjusted the towel, hoping to God it wouldn't come loose.

"You don't look like any woman I'm familiar with, witch or not," Jaime decided, lowering his sword slightly. Cara expelled a breath she hadn't realized she'd even been holding. "But you still haven't explained why I'm here or where here is, wench," Jaime spoke louder, the fire back in his eyes.

"I'm not a wench!" Cara once again defended herself.

"If you're not a witch then you're a wench and you'll tell me what you mean by summoning me to this place or I'll slice your wench head straight off your wench neck!" Jaime strode towards Cara, sword raised and she gave a yelp of fright as she did the only thing she could. Her hairbrush went sailing through the air, tumbling end over end before whacking Jaime right in the eye.

"Ahh!" Jaime grimaced as he rubbed his eye before training his dark gaze on Cara once more. Without a word he stormed towards her and Cara ran across the room, skidding around her coffee table and out the open door onto her balcony. She knew it was wrong choice as soon as she went out the door because now her only routes of escape were the doorway Jaime stood in or the six floor drop below her. She put her back to the railing and faced Jaime once more, her voice dying in her throat.

"And now here we are, wench. Ready to talk yet?" Jaime crept closer, his height and armor cutting an imposing figure. Cara had to strain her neck to look into his face as he stepped up to her. "Hmm?" Jaime sheathed his sword as he cornered Cara. "There's nowhere to run now, wench. It would seem your best option would be to cooperate," Jaime reached a hand towards Cara, brushing a lock of still damp hair off her shoulder. Cara shivered but tried to tell herself it was due to the night air and not the touch of the man before her.

"I'm not a wench," Cara growled once more before ramming her knee into the break in Jaime's armor between his legs. She knew she had at least gotten close to her target when he grimaced in pain and doubled over slightly. Cara took her chance and flew past Jaime towards the doorway, not even pausing when his fingertips brushed her leg and the towel was ripped from her grip and off her naked body. She slammed the sliding glass door closed and quickly flicked the lock shut.

Cara stopped to take a breath before remembering her nudity and slowly looking up into the green eyes of Jaime Lannister on the other side of the glass. His gaze was smoldering as his eyes took in every inch of bare skin before meeting her eyes again. Cara hurried to cover herself with her hands as she ran from the room ignoring the enraged yells from the man locked on her balcony behind her.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Once again, thanks a lot for reading. I'd like to take a moment to answer some questions you guys probably have. This story is going to be a romance with (hopefully) humor and plenty of drama to come. I fully intend upon this being an M rated story later on so don't say I didn't warn you.

This also might take a while to build and don't be surprised if the first few chapters are on the shorter side as I ease into the plot. I will NOT be following the book OR TV show. I plan on interweaving some of the same plot lines and discarding some. My goal is to write a story that's fun to read (and to fulfill some of our Jaime fan-girl needs!).

To that end, thanks a ton again for reading and please, please, please don't hesitate to review and ask questions!

Til next chapter,

LeMuse