Effie's POV
I was unsure if he was going to follow me or not. I was done trying to read that mans mind.
He either wanted me or he didn't.
I took the pins out of my wig roughly. I was so angry and frustrated that I flung the thing across the room.
Then I had second thoughts and remembered how beautiful it was and picked it up to straighten the curls.
I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what it was about me that drove Haymitch so crazy. Obviously it wasn't the wig, I'd been wearing them for years. It was something about the way I looked this morning.
Huh, half naked.
Men.
I pulled my hair free from my bun and let it fall around my face and shoulders. It made me look so…so district.
Maybe that was it. Maybe what he liked about me today was the fact that I didn't remind him of the Capitol for five minutes. He saw what was beneath all of that. He saw me. And he liked it.
I placed my wig down on my vanity and ruffled the roots of my hair with my finger tips.
Maybe I liked it too.
My hair had grown longer than I'd realised, the tips now kissed my collar bones and my curls had dropped to waves.
I looked womanly.
I looked kinda hot.
I was becoming aroused by my own reflection and I kicked my heels off in annoyance.
It really had been that long!
I started to pace. My eyes remained fixed on my door.
Nothing.
Not even the sound of hesitant footsteps in the hallway.
What was he playing at? Was he chicken? He'd been pretty damn sure of himself at the dining table. Touching me like that…there. Getting me excited, making me wet. And now what? He's just gonna go to bed and act like nothing happened!?
I unzipped my dress in defeat and stepped out of it. The cool silk from my night dress was a comforting change and calmed me as it slid over my body. I was burning with desire for a man I despised! I was an absolute fool.
He was crass and uncouth, his attitude changes gave me constant whiplash and he was always undermining me.
So Why why why why why WHY! Did I want this man to pound my god damned door down and pound me into oblivion?!
One thing was for sure. No matter if we fucked tonight or not, in my mind, heart and soul the man was despicable and sex would be as far as it ever went.
I sat at the edge of my bed feeling unwanted and disappointed.
Maybe I'd been wrong. Maybe opening my stupid mouth about Jacque had put him off. No one likes a bragger.
Damnit.
I gripped my silk sheets in frustration. After what had just happened under the dining table what more dignity was there left to lose?
Screw it.
If he wouldn't come for me I sure as hell was going to go for him. The man was satisfying me tonight whether he wanted to or not!
I made my way boldly back to his room and banged on the door.
I could see his light pooling from under it but he didn't answer and so I forced my way in.
Steam?
He was in the shower.
Damn.
I sighed and almost gave up when all of a sudden my desire outweighed my cowardice and I threw caution to the wind and headed for the bathroom.
I didn't let him hear me as I tiptoed up to the cubical and let my night dress fall at my feet.
The blood in my ears was thrumming but I wouldn't let it bother me. For once, I was getting what I wanted from this man and he wasn't going to stop me.
I slid back the shower door and stepped into the steam.
Payback.
I was going to make this chapter THE chapter but I think I want to draw it out a liiiiittle longer ;) don't hate me! X
