The days flew by and before Piper knew it two weeks had past. Leopold had returned to the manor each day. He sat at distance but watched Portia's every move. She knew his eyes followed her wherever she went. She could feel the passion they emitted right through to her bones. It was a warm but nerve racking feeling. He was in her home, her business which would be fine if Gordon was not also there. She tried to talk to him as much as possible but she had to be careful not to let Gordon get the sense of their attraction.
"Hi Jake how are thing going?" Portia asked her bartender as she walked behind the bar.
"Well actually we are almost out of white wine." He answered.
"Oh I think there is more in the cellar. I'll be right back."
He watched her move across the room. The sound of the gentle rustle of her shirt filled his ears. Her walk had a slight bounce to it and her smile was never fading. She moved about the room was grace and elegance. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and kiss her with all the pent up passion he had. Every once and a while she would glace in his direction with the brightest eyes he had ever seen. Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke to the bartender. He couldn't hear wait she was saying but it didn't matter. She came from behind the bar and headed towards the kitchen. He couldn't let her get out of sight. He quickly stood from the seat he had spent the evening in and followed her. He stayed out of her line of sight and made sure that no one else was following him. She walked into the kitchen and towards a door on the opposite side of the room. The kitchen staff looked curiously at him as he followed her. The door led to a set of stairs leading down into the cellar. He paused at the top of the stairs but continued after her seconds later. Once on solid ground again, in the darkness of the cellar, he saw her bent over an open box. She stood and turned in his direction.
She jumped with a start that another person was down there with her. She hadn't heard anyone else follow her downstairs. The shadows cleared and she realized that it was Leopold. Her heart jumped into her throat as he smoothly and confidently moved towards her. He grabbed her waist and kissed her before she knew what was going to happen. She immediately accepted his kiss and responded. His lips moved over hers and she eagerly open her mouth to allow the kiss to deepen. He pushed her back against the cold stone wall and his hands moved up her arms. She was completely lost. She had never been kissed with such desire before. He raised her arms above her head as he pushed his body tighter against hers. The weight of his body and the power of their kiss were making her breathless but she didn't care. She would give gladly give him her last breath. She could feel his body heat and the pounding of his heartbeat through his clothes. Blood was rushing through her veins. She wanted more.
"Portia are you down there." A voice called from the top of the stairs. It was her bartender. "I need that wine."
The suddenness of the voice broke their embrace. Her lips were red and swollen. "Yes I will be right there." She called back barely able to talk. Her whole body tingled and she wasn't sure if she could stand without his help. He slowly backed away from her and she felt her knees give out. He quickly grabbed her arm to steady her.
"I'm sorry. I just couldn't let another minute go by without kissing you." He said. His face was flushed and his body felt as weak as hers looked. She didn't say a word. She slowly moved around him, quickly grabbed the first two bottles of white wine she saw and headed for the stairs. She briefly looked back before going up. He was left alone in the cellar not knowing what her feelings were. A sting of guilt suddenly rose in him and he instantly regretted being so forward.
