Driving up to the house was like a dream. The was not a mansion but a castle. It had a long winding drive way like in the movies, and a door that looked like it required a password for admission.

Embry bound out of the car without a glance at the house. He came and opened my door with a smile. I couldn't resist smiling back at him. He took my hand, helping me out.

He kept my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Butterflies fluttered within me. I look away from him because I can feel the blush that's appearing. He leads us up to the door and opens it. Guess you don't need locks when your rich.

Suddenly I began to feel nervous. Was I ready to sleep with a guy THIS rich and this nice? It felt like I could be taking advantage of him. I stared at the curved stairways before us. My palm was beginning to sweat as I looked up at the hallway.

I opened my mouth to voice my concern, but embry beat me to it as he pulled me toward another part of the home.

I mentally sighed in relief.

I heard a soft chuckle come from Embry.

He walked over to the Kitchen table, pulling out a chair for me. I sat, looking at him. He pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently and then reluctantly let go. My mouth was hanging open in a mixture of bliss and shock. I had never meet a man so kind. So respectful, especially toward me. I throw myself at any one with a dick. Why would they treat me with decency?

I watched quietly as Embry pulled out food from the fridge. I cradled the hand he kissed in my lap. I never wanted to wash it.

"What would u like?" He asked with his head in the fridge. He leaned down to get something from the bottom self. He gave me a beautiful view of his cute butt.

"How 'bout some of them sweet buns?" I asked teasingly. He pulled out his head, searching bewilderedly for the 'sweet buns'. I laughed as he picked things up, moving them around. He had just moved the spaghetti sauce into the air when he understood.

"Oh, so you like dessert first then?" He smiled slyly at me as he moved toward me. I laughed harder.

"Don't you?" I winked at him. He was right in front of me, my mouth level with the edge of his pants. I reached forward to undo them, but his quick hands stopped me. He took my hands in his and kissed the knuckles on each of my hands.

"Not if I know that dinner will be amazing. " his eyes twinkled as he pulled me from my chair.

He'd just rejected me again.

I started at him slack jawed once more.

He pulled me over to the island where he had began to gather ingredients.

"Do you like spaghetti?" He seemed shy now. Unsure what exactly to do.

I smiled at him and nodded.

He light up.

"Good. Wanna help me?" I smiled and let go of his hand. I went in search of a pot as my answer.

I found it in the bottom shelf. I heard his breathe catch. I twisted to look at him. He was staring right at my 'sweet buns'. I looked behind me to see what he was looking at.

The skirt. I'd forgot this was my MINI- skirt. This skirt was not meant for skin coverage.

I knew what he was seeing; this skirt covered nothing and my thong had the same effect so he got a nice clear view of my bare ass.

I smiled a little to myself and kept searching.

I found it after another second, pulling it out.

I walked over and took both his hands. I put the pot in one and his other on my ass. I smiled gave his hand a squeeze then let go. I walked to the stove, turning the largest burner to high. I turned, leaning on the oven. He was still standing with one hand curled and the other holding the pot. I chuckled. This seemed to pull him from his daze.

He blushed and turned from me, toward the sink to fill the pot with water.

He slowly walked toward me and the stove.

He stood with a little gap of distance between us. Moving silently as he brought the package of spaghetti and sauce over toward the stove.

He opened his mouth, then quickly shut it.

He went over to where I got the pot and retrieved another.

He handed it to me, with the sauce sitting in it.

I looked at him, wondering if I should apologize.

He smiled, so I decided against it.

I poured half the can of sauce out, while he he worked with the pasta. We leaned against the counters.

"Tell me about you." He said, looking straight ahead.

I turned to look at him. He couldn't really be asking about me-No one asked about me- could he?

"What do u want to know?" I said softly.

He turned to face me.

"Everything."