A.N: Sorry for the late update! Thank you for the follows and favorites. Welcome you all to the story!
I am thinking about perhaps adding a short chapter in Edmund's perspective for the night before keep progressing to the next chapter. So, please tell me if you guys want to know what he's thinking?
Always welcome for reviews! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclamation: I do not own Narnia.
Ch.3 Caviar Crackers and Champagne Part 2
Though, it should be more enjoyable if she wasn't searching for a certain dark haired silhouette. She had not seen Edmund and it annoyed her for some unknown reason. Rosalie tried to persuade herself he must had too much work to do, and he wasn't being indifference or not caring about her after handing her to Peter.
Wait, why was she looking for excuses? Was Edmund's presence really meant so much to her? "Nar, I am only troubled because Edmund dragged me into this while he is nowhere to be seen. That's all." She reminded firmly while drowning the third (or the fourth?) glass of cocktail tonight.
Her night was further off from "uneventful" when a dark figure towered over her as she was loading up her plates with caviar crackers. It was not like you could have caviar crackers for snacks every day, right?
"Sorry sir, did I block you…" Rosalie asked as she raised her head to find a pair of warm amber eyes staring straight at her.
"Name is Caspian," his name fell from his lips softly, with an exotic accent that fascinated Rosalie to the extreme.
On a closer look, Caspian was tall and lean, like Edmund but maybe even taller. His hair almost reached to his shoulder. Rosalie was never a big fan for long-haired guy but Caspian strangely changed her impression. It suited him, granting him a certain degree of laziness. His jaw line was prominent and sharp but the gentleness within his eyes gave her an instinct to trust him. It may be the alcohol but she really thought his olive skin was glowing under the soft light.
However, Rosalie soon found out Caspian was nowhere near tranquility. "You are Rosalie Westwood, the assistant of Edmund Pevensie, right?" her handsome acquaintance asked as his eyes lit up.
Sad to admit, but any good impression or admiration Rosalie had before regarding Caspian's appearance were now in past tense.
"It's his deputy you are speaking to." She replied dryly.
"Forgive me but I wish to speak to him and if you can…" Caspian spoke quickly as he took an eager step forward.
"Our customer service hotline is available till 11:00, perhaps you can try it tonight…" Rosalie waved him off exasperatedly. Being rude was not usually her favourite hobby but as time went by; she felt a wave of dizziness drowning her thoughts. She really shouldn't have the last glass of cocktail for sure. It made her difficult to evaluate the whole situation, not to mention playing anyone's knight in shining armour despites how cute her damsel in distress was.
"Wait! I must speak to him and you must help me!" Caspian whisper-yelled and grabbed her wrist urgently in fear of losing his opportunity.
Shaking her head for to clear her muddy thoughts, Rosalie suddenly found her in peculiar situation. "Who are you? I don't recognize as any of the businessmen. Who do you come with?" she voiced out her suspicion.
"I…um… I came in with my professor a few minutes ago; he has a friend here tonight." Caspian ran his shaking hands through his hair and hurried on as he saw Rosalie attempt to speak.
"Listen, I may not be able to explain all these at once but I will tell you the whole story if I can get the chance to speak with the Pevensies…" Caspian tightened his grip on her wrist and asked, "Are you alright?"
His worry was reasonable as the brunette started to sway when she braced herself with another vicious invasion of dizziness.
"Yeah, I am fine." She stretched her eyes to focus on him.
"Caspian, hurry up, we are about to catch much attention and we are not invited technically." An old man Rosalie had not noticed before approached Caspian while pulling his sleeves as he demanded quietly.
"Santa Claus?" with the long white hair and beard that almost covered the little man's body and his outstanding belly size, Santa Claus was the closest association Rosalie could manage in her hazy state.
"Young lady, I am not sure if I should be offended." The mistaken Santa Claus exclaimed.
"That's my professor," Caspian managed to say these few words with great effort as he was struggling not to give in to laughter.
Caspian attempted to drag them back to the more pressing matter and to stop the staring contest between these two. "As you can see we have little time and we cannot get close to Peter or Edmund Pevensie tonight. You must help us."
"Look," Rosalie gently retreated her hand from the desperate man's sweaty grip and went on, "I am not in the position or in the right state to help you." That was true when now everything in her sight was all misty and out of focus.
"But," she silent Caspian and suggested, "you can try Susan Pevensie, the lady in the green dress with blue eyes, she handled media and PR stuff, she is less unreachable and she can get to Peter and Edmund faster than you can imagine. Find a time to knock on her office. Tell her you are referred by Rosalie."
Caspian took a look at Susan and immediately blushed at her sight. "She is too pretty for me to even speak to," he muttered.
"And I am not? How flattering!" Rosalie could not help but mocked and was glad the alcohol had not taken away her sharp tongue.
"That's not what I meant," Caspian sighed as he realized Rosalie was not easy to handle even though she was not far from drunk.
"We should be going. Are you sure we should not find you anyone? You seem to be pretty…"before Caspian could even finish his kind words, Rosalie barged in, "I am absolutely fine."
Before Caspian could reply, his professor nudged at him as a few security guards came in. The two of them immediately vanished just as sudden as their arrival.
Rosalie struggled to get to restroom. Right now, a cold face wash would do much good for her. As she stumbled into the dim corridor where the restrooms were, her luck once again failed her tonight.
"Well, well, well, did our favourite little pet get lost? Aren't you afraid of the scary big black wolf?" Rabadash insulted as he saw the obvious-drunk employee finding her way in the secluded pathway.
Rosalie tried her best to stand up straight and focus on the smug heir standing in front of her. "Apart from your appearance, I see no common feature between you and the wolf," she mustered her best reply.
Instead of being enraged as Rosalie had predicted, Rabadash took an even more filthy approach. His eyes travelled down from her face to her chest where the fabric slides down as she stumbled and tripped and stepped onto her own gown, exposing a delicious amount of cleverage. Realizing how vulnerable she was at this state, she clutched onto her dress.
"Well, I must say, I have never imagined you have it in you," Rabadash kept his eye level dangerously low.
"I could say the same with that thing in your pant," Rosalie fought back as danger came close.
Rabadash's eyes lit up with rage and lust. "It seems that you are in need for someone to satisfy you. What about me?"
With that, he advanced to Rosalie and grasped her arms. Rosalie tried to turn and run but the alcohol made her slow and weak. Rabadash pulled at her hair, igniting a painful scream from the brunette. In the desperate moment, Rosalie attempted to strike back by kicking his shin. Unfortunately, her movement was so uncoordinated under her drunken state. Before her heel could reach her attacker, she already lost her balance. The savage immediately saw the opportunity and caught her hands, pulling her into his arms.
Rosalie shouted for help but her urgent cry spread through the hallway and dissipated before anyone could hear down the hall. As the damsel was millimeters from falling into his filthy embrace, a strong arm suddenly winded her waist and pulled her back into a deliciously warm and firm chest.
At the same moment, a slender hand appeared behind her and pushed Rabadash harshly. Cursing out, he stumbled and clashed with the picture frame behind.
"Ouchhh!" Rabadash wipe away the blood underneath his nose.
"Don't you dare to approach her again. If I find you anywhere near her sight, I will make sure you regret it until the end of your life and that won't be too far away either." A cold voive spoke as Rosalie felt the arm round her waist tightened in anger.
She looked up to her rescuer and there he was. The man she was searching for the whole night. Edmund stood in all his dark glory. The dark suit he wore with the standing collars depicted all his sharp edges and jaw line. He held Rosalie closely against him as he unleashed his anger on Rabadash. The muscles in his arms clenched as he tightened his fists.
"I want you to pass on everything in our deal to your assistant. If that could not be done, I shall be happy to see how you explain to your father that you screwed up a contract with us and being sued for sexual harassment simultaneously." Edmund spited out each words through his clenched teeth.
Right after Rabadash ran away with his tail on fire, Edmund diverted his full attention on Rosalie.
"Darn it! Rosa, who put you in this dress?" Edmund cursed under his breath as his eyes fell on her.
"Pete?" Rosalie asked tentatively as exhaustion and alcohol stole her last bit of strength and somber.
Edmund was muttering something like "too exposed" and "bad taste" as he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it round her.
What Rosalie could recall after it t was in a haze. She could smell food and hear the cacophony of kitchen utensils when they passed by the kitchen to reach the back door. She could feel the cold leather when she was settled in the car. She remembered the warm and comfortable embrace she kept snuggling in, and the firm hold on her body that spoke of security and shelter.
After her back hit the soft mattress, she felt it. A hot, wet softness upon her lips, tasting her and feeling her with such an amount of tenderness and passion. Before it ended, all she could recognize was a faint taste of champagne that dominated all her sensory before she felt into the embrace of the oblivion.
