Note: The only character I do not own in this fanfiction is The Undertaker.
Chapter Four
"You better be careful around here, little lady." Mark said. "This place can be dangerous, especially to someone as lovely as you are with no one to guide you across the street."
Mark's voice contained a hint of sensuality within his accent that lied underneath the surface of it, making it hard for someone to be able to notice it at first. He kept his gaze upon her gentle eyes while he spoke to her, soaking them inside of his mind to where when he thought back of her that he would always remember her for the angelic face and kind eyes she possessed.
However, there was something else about her that he would also be remembering: Her curvy frame nestled within his arms and pressed against his physique. She fit perfectly within the crook of his arm around her waist, and the sensation of her frame touching his with her breasts firmly against his shirt was causing him havoc in regards to his hormones that were raging.
He wanted nothing more than to take her back to his home for the day and night, and spend the hours away with her alone in his bed. She had lit a fire in him that he could not ignore no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, and it was taking every bit of his strength to keep from acting on his desires.
Drawing in a breath, Mark slowly slipped his arm away from her body with his fingers lightly gliding across the material of her gown on their way off of her body. He shivered inside with a bit of aroused excitement from feeling her tremble at what he had done to her. His eyes remained focused in on hers as he spoke up once more to break the silence between the two of them.
"My name is Mark Callaway. What's your name, miss?"
Once his arm had come back to rest at his side, he was already craving to put it back around the waist it had been holding onto. A sensation of emptiness swept over him now that he wasn't holding her. He struggled to keep himself in check while his ears picked up on the sound of her sweet, southern accent traveling out within her voice in her response to him.
"Nice to meet you, Mark. M-My name is Annalise Wood."
"Miss Annalise, what brings you here to Black Oak Falls?"
"I am going to be the new school teacher for the young children of the town."
"That is very admirable of you to travel here and take on that role."
"Thank you, Mr. Callaway."
"Do you have a place set up here in town for you to stay in?"
"I am going to be staying here at the hotel. My aunt owns and operates it, and she has a place for me in it for me to reside."
Excellent. She lives just a short distance from myself. I believe I might be paying this place another visit really soon.
Discovering that she was going to be living at the hotel was the best news he could get since it would mean that he could easily walk there and meet with her anytime that he wanted.
Allowing a smile to dance across his face, Mark bent down and retrieved her bag she had dropped on the ground when he had rushed her out of the line of danger of being run over. He straightened back up, and offered it to her as he issued a response back to her.
"Well, Miss Annalise, I will give you this and let you head on inside to see about settling into your new home. Hopefully...I will see you again very soon, and we can talk some more."