Part 17
Peace, Peace, Mind in the fifth dimension
"So, he is going to call?" Arnaud asks me, taking a sip of his martini.
"Didn't I say he would call? Why do you doubt me?" I swear I could strangle him sometimes, where does he get off questioning me. Bloody hell, if he knew the effect that little mouse had on me he would keep his mouth shut. He should be glad, I was actually able to tell Eberts, and not have that mouse get it out of me with another one of those steaming kisses, -or- through intercourse, like he had suggested. Though I have a feeling he would not have forced me into anything. Though it may.... I can't even start thinking that way, I will ruin everything.
"Yes, you did say that, but it suprises me you were able to work so quickly, you seemed to be having so much trouble trying to figure out his type, and concerning yourself, with whether he was a fairy -or- not . How did you accomplish it so quickly." He asks, giving me a curious look.
"It was the old De Vere charm." I say, throwing a charming smile onto my face. How can I tell him that Eberts got it out of me, and that really I did nothing at all. Someone finding that out will ruin my reputation.
I, especially, do not need my reputation as being one of the best tarnished, and I will most certainly not have it even slightly dulled in anyway with Arnaud. He needs to always see we are equals, and he cannot control me. I will not have him in anyway trying to control me. He may think he does sometimes, but he in no way will ever control me. I will always have some say in everything.
"Ahh, I see. I don't think it was just that, if I hadn't have gotten him vulernable through the torture you may not have been able to break into his pathetic little psyche." He says with a grin.
"What makes you so sure about that?" I glare at him.
"Fine, maybe you are right, maybe you convinced him fully." He grins again. He is up to something and I do not like it. I do not like it one bit."So, what time did you tell him to call me?"
"In the morning at his convience." I give him a smile, I know he will not be happy with this, as it is likely Eberts will call him really early and wake him up.
"You left him in charge of when to call, why on Earth would you do that?" He frowns.
"To show him we trust him."
"We don't trust him completely though!!! He needs to know I am in charge, not him!!! Damn Lucrezia, you should always give them a specific time to call!!!" I could almost laugh at his damaged ego. I think I will let him dig himself a little farther in this hole first.
"Did you say you were in control?"
"I meant, we are in control." He comes towards me, trying to pull me into an embrace. "It was a slip of the tongue, darling."
"Well I don't appricate it, I am going to my room." I storm out of the room.
"Lucrezia!!!" He calls after me.
I chuckle mentally, I am not really mad at him, I just want to make him apologize. He is very hard at doing that sometimes. But it is always fun to see what he does to show me he loves me. Maybe he will blow up the white house, -or- something for me this time. I am sure it will probably be better than when he killed that House of Lords representitve for me, last time.
Right now, though, I really need to go have a cigarette.
(more to come)
Peace, Peace, Mind in the fifth dimension
"So, he is going to call?" Arnaud asks me, taking a sip of his martini.
"Didn't I say he would call? Why do you doubt me?" I swear I could strangle him sometimes, where does he get off questioning me. Bloody hell, if he knew the effect that little mouse had on me he would keep his mouth shut. He should be glad, I was actually able to tell Eberts, and not have that mouse get it out of me with another one of those steaming kisses, -or- through intercourse, like he had suggested. Though I have a feeling he would not have forced me into anything. Though it may.... I can't even start thinking that way, I will ruin everything.
"Yes, you did say that, but it suprises me you were able to work so quickly, you seemed to be having so much trouble trying to figure out his type, and concerning yourself, with whether he was a fairy -or- not . How did you accomplish it so quickly." He asks, giving me a curious look.
"It was the old De Vere charm." I say, throwing a charming smile onto my face. How can I tell him that Eberts got it out of me, and that really I did nothing at all. Someone finding that out will ruin my reputation.
I, especially, do not need my reputation as being one of the best tarnished, and I will most certainly not have it even slightly dulled in anyway with Arnaud. He needs to always see we are equals, and he cannot control me. I will not have him in anyway trying to control me. He may think he does sometimes, but he in no way will ever control me. I will always have some say in everything.
"Ahh, I see. I don't think it was just that, if I hadn't have gotten him vulernable through the torture you may not have been able to break into his pathetic little psyche." He says with a grin.
"What makes you so sure about that?" I glare at him.
"Fine, maybe you are right, maybe you convinced him fully." He grins again. He is up to something and I do not like it. I do not like it one bit."So, what time did you tell him to call me?"
"In the morning at his convience." I give him a smile, I know he will not be happy with this, as it is likely Eberts will call him really early and wake him up.
"You left him in charge of when to call, why on Earth would you do that?" He frowns.
"To show him we trust him."
"We don't trust him completely though!!! He needs to know I am in charge, not him!!! Damn Lucrezia, you should always give them a specific time to call!!!" I could almost laugh at his damaged ego. I think I will let him dig himself a little farther in this hole first.
"Did you say you were in control?"
"I meant, we are in control." He comes towards me, trying to pull me into an embrace. "It was a slip of the tongue, darling."
"Well I don't appricate it, I am going to my room." I storm out of the room.
"Lucrezia!!!" He calls after me.
I chuckle mentally, I am not really mad at him, I just want to make him apologize. He is very hard at doing that sometimes. But it is always fun to see what he does to show me he loves me. Maybe he will blow up the white house, -or- something for me this time. I am sure it will probably be better than when he killed that House of Lords representitve for me, last time.
Right now, though, I really need to go have a cigarette.
(more to come)