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Chapter 3

RPOV

It was the end of a busy two weeks, when I got called into Dimitri's room. I walked in preparing for a telling off for doing everything completely wrong, but I was in for a surprise.

"Rose, can you choose me a tie from my wardrobe please, I am not good with fashion, but I think, with your style you could help me?" his voice called from his ensuite bathroom.

I walked over to his big oak wardrobe and opened it, piles and piles of clothes fell out on top of me, making me fall over and get covered with clothes. I didn't think you could be killed by suffocation by clothes! I heard a chuckle from above the clothes; a hand came through all the layers and collided with my nose.

"Ow! Watch where you put your hand!" I yelped, as the hand moved lower down and grasped my forearm pulling me up.

"Sorry, I don't clean up very well and how was I to know you were in curled up in a ball?" Dimitri pulled me up so I was pulled up to his hard chest. I gasped from the closeness and stood back. I noticed he had a white crisp shirt on, top buttons unfastened so you could see the top of his hairless chest.

"Um, this tie will go with your shirt." I said as I pulled a tie up from the pile.

"Can you put it on for me?" Dimitri asked as he perched on the end of his bed. I murmured a yes, and placed the tie around his neck and tied the classic knot and pulled it up to his neck. He patted the bed beside him and motioned me to sit down.

"Roza, may I call you Roza? It the Russian pronunciation of Rose."

"Um, yes sure." I replied, but the name made me go weak at the knees.

"Once you leave here, I would like you to guard me if that is alright. All the time you have been here, I just feel safe and I hope to feel that for the rest of my life. I will offer you a large salary and there will be no attachments. Please will you take my offer?"

Could I? All my feelings from the past few days came crashing on me, could I really hold them on my shoulders for the rest of my life? Could I watch him marry Lissa? I know I was betraying my best friend, the person that I have a bond with and the person I want to guard. I know this whole marriage is arranged but I know by my bond with Lissa, she has feelings for him.

As if he could read my mind Dimitri persisted again, "I know you are destined to be Vasilisa's guardian but I could talk to her and as she will be my wife she will still see you, as you will be my guardian."

"Yes, I will be your guardian." My voice came out a bit excited as I said these words.

"My I see your marks?" he said, his voice now in a higher tone.

"Sure." I said as I turned my back to him. I felt his fingers slide my hair to the side, his fingertips just touching my neck, making my hairs go up.

"Wow." He breathed, I felt him get closer, my heart started beating faster and I was sure he felt it as he gave a low chuckle and brushed his lips against my main molnija mark. He just took my breath away as he turned me around just by his hand that was now situated at my waist. He pressed his lips firmly on mine, hoping for entrance. I opened my mouth and felt his tongue touch mine, but as soon as it started I felt him go. I opened my eyes and he was in the furthest corner of the room.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, I nearly couldn't hear the words, I stood up and took a step toward him and before I could say it was all right, he grasped his blazer from the back of his chair and walked out. Fast.

"What have you done to him?" Mia entered the room. "And what is this mess, clean it up now! I should be at the ball by now! God!"She stormed out as I started to fold the clothes, placing them neatly back in the wardrobe. Knowing now the feeling I was now having was the feeling I thought I would never ever allowed myself to have. Love.