Disclaimer: See Chapter One
A/N: I love you all so much! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews you guys.....you make me keep writing (even when I should be packing for my vacation!) But I did promise you this, so here it is! :) Enjoy! See you all again when I get back! (And it's a long chapet, too!)
Chapter Six
The week had passed without much excitement. Don Juan had indeed shown up at her office on Monday, and proceeded to lavish her with his charms. Eve was very close to giving in, too – minus the fact that she needed the job and couldn't allow for his distractions. It had been one of the hardest things for her to do – to push him out the door after another mind-blowing kiss. Eve stopped the car, pulling into the space at a local café. Every time he kissed her it was a little more of her resolve to avoid him slipping away; and that was what scared her. She didn't like knowing he had this kind of power over her when no one else did. And, she continued, locking the car doors, he wasn't exactly under her thumb any!
Who was he to think he could just waltz into her life and make her resolutions fall away with a simple kiss? And if he went any farther than that? What would she do? Eve tapped her nails on the counter of the register, waiting for her sandwich. It wasn't like her to be this ruffled over someone.....especially when it was just lust! But was that all it was? True, she didn't love him, but was the potential there? Or was it merely a case of the inevitable one night stand? Placing her hand on her forehead, she let out a frustrated groan, grabbed her receipt, and smiled at the concerned cashier.
"I'm fine." She assured him, moving to sit in the back corner of the café. A large tiger lily sat in a vase on that particular table, and Eve smiled at the irony. She reached out, running her fingers along it's light pink petals, setting her sandwich down next to it.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" A Spanish accented voice asked, a low purr in her ear. Eve's eyes widened in shock, feeling hands creep up along her arms to her shoulders. "Much like it's admirer."
Feeling her breath coming in short little gasps from his touch alone, Eve whirled, only to find herself alone. The elderly man at the table across from her raised his brows at her, giving her a curious smile.
"You alright miss?" He asked. Eve nodded, sitting down – but missed the chair.
"Oof!" She hissed, her backside connecting hard with the wood flooring. Standing up slowly, she smiled politely at the man, grabbed her sandwich and left for her car. What was happening to her? She was falling apart over Don Juan.....and he wasn't even there! It was as if he had purposefully wormed his way under her skin, and then left, leaving her craving him. She glared at herself in the rearview, bucked the belt, and sped out of the drive. She needed chocolate.
Eve slammed the door behind her, storming her way through Dr. Mickler's house.
"Jack!" She called out, startled at how demanding she sounded.
"In the office!" He replied. She made her way back to him, nearly knocking over his client in her haste to see him. The woman looked startled and fell back into her chair, her eyes wide. Eve glanced at her apologetically, then turned to the doctor.
"Where does Don Juan live?" She asked, leaning forward on his desk. Jack sat there in shock for a moment, before smiling and reaching down for his address book.
"I knew this would happen." He said, winking at his client.
"Don Juan? As in the fictional character?" The woman asked. Both Eve and Jack nodded. "And I thought I was the one who was nuts." She said, leaning back in her seat. Eve just gave her a sympathetic smile.
"So did I." Eve said, before grabbing the paper from Dr. Mickler and leaving the office.
"Is she a patient of yours?" The woman asked.
"No, she's my secretary." Jack said.
"Shouldn't she be working instead of chasing down some imaginary person?"
"Oh, he is very much real. And as for working, she's on her lunch break."
Eve found the apartment with very little difficulty. She was going to give Don Juan a piece of her mind! How dare he tempt her and drive her crazy without actually being there!
"You know you love it." The voice said again, smooth as silk, tickling her ear. She squealed, spinning to confront him, but was met with a small dog grinning up at her. Stomping angrily, she brushed back a loose strand of hair. How did he always manage to ruffle her? This was not like her at all! She didn't even know who she was anymore. She had been so sure of herself and her life not two days ago. All she wanted was to work her way up into a decent amount of money, eventually marry, and settle down.
But now it seemed that she'd be working as a secretary for the rest of her life, and that she'd have a brief fling with a Spanish speaking world- famous lover. Oh well, a small voice in her head said with a sigh. Could be worse. Oh yeah, how? She challenged. It could be raining. Eve glared at herself mentally. Very funny. And that's when the sky began to pour. Eve groaned, rolling her head back. Locking her car, she walked up the stairs to the apartment, grateful for the overhang. As it was, she was soaked to the bone, and her hair had completely come undone.
Beating her head against the door, Eve didn't notice the looks people gave her as they scurried past, trying to get out of the sudden rain storm. Eve rolled her eyes, and then pulled up all of her resolve and rang the bell. As the seconds ticked by, Eve's mind began to wander. What if he laughed at her? What if he told her she was just a cheap amusement he was using to eventually get laid? What if he told her he loved her? Eve began to chew on her nail, the thoughts spinning through her head.
She rang the bell again, but nothing happened. Furrowing her brows in confusion, Eve raised her hand to knock on the door, but decided against it. He obviously wasn't home.....and she didn't want to go back out into the gale of rain she heard falling around her. Instead, she leaned against the door, letting herself slide down the length of painted wood. She'd just wait for him, and hope that her anger and frustration didn't shrink any in the time it would take him to get home.
Closing her eyes, she pulled the rest of her hair down from it's confines, running her fingers through the dark brown strands. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but imagine the feel of his fingers in her hair....the way he would brush his hand against the back of her neck before turning her to face him and kiss her senseless.....
Eve jerked her eyes open, feeling someone watching her. She turned her head, eyes narrowing in annoyance at what met her gaze. Mike.
"Hey, baby!" He said, bounding up the steps to sit next to her. Eve stood abruptly, glaring down at him. How dare he interrupt that amazingly real daydream of hers? Wrapping her arms around herself, she stared down at him.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him, trying to keep the ice in her voice to a down low.
"Just passing by, on my way to see a movie. Care to join me?" He asked, standing as well. Eve immediately turned her face away from his hand as he reached up to touch her hair. "You know, your hair is really sexy. You should wear it down more." He moved to touch it, and she slapped his hand away. How was it that he could be so dense??
"Don't even think about touching me. "She hissed, backing away from him.
"What's with the sudden ice, sugar?" He asked, flashing her that mentos smile again. Eve shuddered in a not so pleasant way, raising her brow.
"What's with the stalking me?" She retaliated, her arms crossed over her chest. He looked surprised.
"I'm not stalking you. We just happen to be in the same places a lot. I can't help it if we were meant to meet."
"We weren't meant for anything!" Eve snapped, backing away as he moved toward her. His fingers caught her arm, pulling her against him. Before Eve could protest, he was kissing her. It was nothing like the kisses she'd been receiving all week. Oh, her stomach was definitely turning, but in a sickening, gut wrenching kind of way. She jerked her head back from his sloppy mouth, her palm slapping hard against his cheek. He moved back, clutching the side of his face while Eve wiped her mouth clean of him. She desperately wished for some gum to erase the taste from her mouth.
"You bitch!" He seethed, moving to strike her back. His hand froze in mid- air as it was caught around the wrist by a certain gloved hand. Eve blinked, turning to see Don Juan standing there, a violent looked plastered on his masked face. He was pissed. Eve could feel it radiating off him in waves so thick it nearly made her nauseous.
"A gentleman does not strike a lady. Nor does he force himself upon her." He said, his accent even thicker now as he threw Mike's hand down, knocking the blonde off balance.
"Jesus! You insane, man? What the hell was that all about? I wasn't doing anything. My girlfriend and I were just having a small spat....nothing you need to get yourself concerned with!"
"I am NOT your girlfriend!!" Eve said, her anger erupting. She glared daggers at Mike, who reached for her again. This time it wasn't Don Juan who stopped him, but Eve herself, with a well placed kick. Mike grunted, falling back into the rain. Eve glowered down at him. "Now please, for the love of God, leave me ALONE!" She yelled at him, completely focused on her anger until she felt Don Juan grab her hand lightly in his own, and tug her toward him.
"Oh I see how it is! Running to your fiancé! Well I won't be waiting to take you back!" Mike screamed.
"Come inside, Doña." Don Juan urged, and she complied, glaring at Mike once more before Don Juan closed the door behind them, locking all three of the bolts. Eve took the moment to study him. He, like she, was soaking wet. Eve smiled as he cocked his head to the side, watching her.
"You are soaked, Doña. Come," He said, offering his arm to her. Eve accepted, allowing him to lead her into his living room. He sat her down on a pillow on the floor, then moved to start a fire that soon lit the entire room in a warm orange glow. She smiled up at him, her anger completely gone.
"You're not so dry yourself, you know." She remarked, and he grinned.
"You are correct, fair Evelyn." He said, and removed his cloak and gloves. His shirt he merely loosened, the white material nearly see-through as it was. Eve tore her eyes from his chest and stared at the fire intently. Where had her resolve gone?
"Who was that man?" He asked, moving closer to sit directly in front of her. Eve turned to face him, allowing him to brush the hair back from her face.
"His name is Mike. Other than that, I don't know." She said, shrugging. " And that fiancé comment, before you ask, was a lie I used once to get out of a date with him."
Don Juan smiled, shaking his head slowly. "It is amazing, the lengths some men will go to get a woman."
"Not much unlike yourself." She said, blue eyes alight.
"No. Very unlike me." He insisted, his chocolate eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze. "I do not force women to love me. I invite them, and love them. I do not use them or force them. They come of their volition."
Eve raised a brow skeptically.
"For example." He continued. "Were you not the one who kissed me first? Were you not the one who was waiting for me on my doorstep five minutes ago?"
Eve blushed, hating to admit that he was right. But still!
"That doesn't mean that you don't drive us crazy. It doesn't prove that you don't purposefully tempt us and control our minds with thoughts of you!"
"Do I have the power over your mind? No, Evelyn, I do not. But you have been thinking of me? That is good, indeed." He said with a smile. Eve's jaw dropped at the truth to his statement. Her mind's longing for him was all her own fault! How stupid she was! How could she have blamed him for something he didn't even know about??
Don Juan watched the emotions and thoughts flash across Eve's eyes. She was blaming herself for his actions. His plan had worked. Tease her enough to make her crazy with wanting him – unravel the mystery of this woman who claimed to be so set in her ways. Make her abandon everything she knew and move into him. He smiled at her as she idly chewed on her lower lip. Moving closer, he rescued the lip from it's torture, moving his own mouth lightly across hers, waiting for her to respond.
Eve blinked, the feeling of his kiss jolting her completely out of her reverie. As if they controlled themselves, her lips began to move against his, slowly at first, then pleading and almost begging him to deepen it. Don Juan complied, pulling her against him, her body half laying against his as he controlled her mouth, nipping and tugging, loving and asking. Eve moaned, trying as hard as she could to cling to him. This was the kiss she had craved, the kiss that had haunted her dreams for the past week and made Mike's no longer even a fleeting memory in her mind. Her arms wrapped around his neck, refusing to let him pull away for air lest he never return.
He grinned against her lips, re-slanting them for a better angle. His own arms had found her waist, holding her close as well, refusing to let her return to her self-doubting thoughts again. When they finally did break apart, Eve lay her head on his shoulder, her fast-paced breath matching his. He stroked her hair slowly, his lips parted and resting on top of her head. She still clung to him as if he would vanish, a thought that made him smile contentedly.
Eve was scared. She didn't show it, but she was shivering on the inside. If he had looked into her eyes at that moment, he would have known. Eve knew that if they went any further than this, she would fall. If I haven't already, that is. She thought, her fingers curled into the thin fabric of his shirt. He smelled of rain and some flower she couldn't name. Not the normal soapy smell she found on most men. He was refreshing, and dangerous. When Eve raised her head to his and kissed him again, she knew she was lost. She was falling in love with Don Juan.
A/N: Woot! Told you I'd write another one for all of you, my faithful reviewers! I love you all! Hope you all like this one as much as I do (better than the last one, although you were all so kind about it.) :) More Don Juan/Eve in the next chapter.....and is this the last of Mike? Has the jerk finally gotten the hint?
A/N: I love you all so much! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews you guys.....you make me keep writing (even when I should be packing for my vacation!) But I did promise you this, so here it is! :) Enjoy! See you all again when I get back! (And it's a long chapet, too!)
Chapter Six
The week had passed without much excitement. Don Juan had indeed shown up at her office on Monday, and proceeded to lavish her with his charms. Eve was very close to giving in, too – minus the fact that she needed the job and couldn't allow for his distractions. It had been one of the hardest things for her to do – to push him out the door after another mind-blowing kiss. Eve stopped the car, pulling into the space at a local café. Every time he kissed her it was a little more of her resolve to avoid him slipping away; and that was what scared her. She didn't like knowing he had this kind of power over her when no one else did. And, she continued, locking the car doors, he wasn't exactly under her thumb any!
Who was he to think he could just waltz into her life and make her resolutions fall away with a simple kiss? And if he went any farther than that? What would she do? Eve tapped her nails on the counter of the register, waiting for her sandwich. It wasn't like her to be this ruffled over someone.....especially when it was just lust! But was that all it was? True, she didn't love him, but was the potential there? Or was it merely a case of the inevitable one night stand? Placing her hand on her forehead, she let out a frustrated groan, grabbed her receipt, and smiled at the concerned cashier.
"I'm fine." She assured him, moving to sit in the back corner of the café. A large tiger lily sat in a vase on that particular table, and Eve smiled at the irony. She reached out, running her fingers along it's light pink petals, setting her sandwich down next to it.
"It is beautiful, is it not?" A Spanish accented voice asked, a low purr in her ear. Eve's eyes widened in shock, feeling hands creep up along her arms to her shoulders. "Much like it's admirer."
Feeling her breath coming in short little gasps from his touch alone, Eve whirled, only to find herself alone. The elderly man at the table across from her raised his brows at her, giving her a curious smile.
"You alright miss?" He asked. Eve nodded, sitting down – but missed the chair.
"Oof!" She hissed, her backside connecting hard with the wood flooring. Standing up slowly, she smiled politely at the man, grabbed her sandwich and left for her car. What was happening to her? She was falling apart over Don Juan.....and he wasn't even there! It was as if he had purposefully wormed his way under her skin, and then left, leaving her craving him. She glared at herself in the rearview, bucked the belt, and sped out of the drive. She needed chocolate.
Eve slammed the door behind her, storming her way through Dr. Mickler's house.
"Jack!" She called out, startled at how demanding she sounded.
"In the office!" He replied. She made her way back to him, nearly knocking over his client in her haste to see him. The woman looked startled and fell back into her chair, her eyes wide. Eve glanced at her apologetically, then turned to the doctor.
"Where does Don Juan live?" She asked, leaning forward on his desk. Jack sat there in shock for a moment, before smiling and reaching down for his address book.
"I knew this would happen." He said, winking at his client.
"Don Juan? As in the fictional character?" The woman asked. Both Eve and Jack nodded. "And I thought I was the one who was nuts." She said, leaning back in her seat. Eve just gave her a sympathetic smile.
"So did I." Eve said, before grabbing the paper from Dr. Mickler and leaving the office.
"Is she a patient of yours?" The woman asked.
"No, she's my secretary." Jack said.
"Shouldn't she be working instead of chasing down some imaginary person?"
"Oh, he is very much real. And as for working, she's on her lunch break."
Eve found the apartment with very little difficulty. She was going to give Don Juan a piece of her mind! How dare he tempt her and drive her crazy without actually being there!
"You know you love it." The voice said again, smooth as silk, tickling her ear. She squealed, spinning to confront him, but was met with a small dog grinning up at her. Stomping angrily, she brushed back a loose strand of hair. How did he always manage to ruffle her? This was not like her at all! She didn't even know who she was anymore. She had been so sure of herself and her life not two days ago. All she wanted was to work her way up into a decent amount of money, eventually marry, and settle down.
But now it seemed that she'd be working as a secretary for the rest of her life, and that she'd have a brief fling with a Spanish speaking world- famous lover. Oh well, a small voice in her head said with a sigh. Could be worse. Oh yeah, how? She challenged. It could be raining. Eve glared at herself mentally. Very funny. And that's when the sky began to pour. Eve groaned, rolling her head back. Locking her car, she walked up the stairs to the apartment, grateful for the overhang. As it was, she was soaked to the bone, and her hair had completely come undone.
Beating her head against the door, Eve didn't notice the looks people gave her as they scurried past, trying to get out of the sudden rain storm. Eve rolled her eyes, and then pulled up all of her resolve and rang the bell. As the seconds ticked by, Eve's mind began to wander. What if he laughed at her? What if he told her she was just a cheap amusement he was using to eventually get laid? What if he told her he loved her? Eve began to chew on her nail, the thoughts spinning through her head.
She rang the bell again, but nothing happened. Furrowing her brows in confusion, Eve raised her hand to knock on the door, but decided against it. He obviously wasn't home.....and she didn't want to go back out into the gale of rain she heard falling around her. Instead, she leaned against the door, letting herself slide down the length of painted wood. She'd just wait for him, and hope that her anger and frustration didn't shrink any in the time it would take him to get home.
Closing her eyes, she pulled the rest of her hair down from it's confines, running her fingers through the dark brown strands. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but imagine the feel of his fingers in her hair....the way he would brush his hand against the back of her neck before turning her to face him and kiss her senseless.....
Eve jerked her eyes open, feeling someone watching her. She turned her head, eyes narrowing in annoyance at what met her gaze. Mike.
"Hey, baby!" He said, bounding up the steps to sit next to her. Eve stood abruptly, glaring down at him. How dare he interrupt that amazingly real daydream of hers? Wrapping her arms around herself, she stared down at him.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him, trying to keep the ice in her voice to a down low.
"Just passing by, on my way to see a movie. Care to join me?" He asked, standing as well. Eve immediately turned her face away from his hand as he reached up to touch her hair. "You know, your hair is really sexy. You should wear it down more." He moved to touch it, and she slapped his hand away. How was it that he could be so dense??
"Don't even think about touching me. "She hissed, backing away from him.
"What's with the sudden ice, sugar?" He asked, flashing her that mentos smile again. Eve shuddered in a not so pleasant way, raising her brow.
"What's with the stalking me?" She retaliated, her arms crossed over her chest. He looked surprised.
"I'm not stalking you. We just happen to be in the same places a lot. I can't help it if we were meant to meet."
"We weren't meant for anything!" Eve snapped, backing away as he moved toward her. His fingers caught her arm, pulling her against him. Before Eve could protest, he was kissing her. It was nothing like the kisses she'd been receiving all week. Oh, her stomach was definitely turning, but in a sickening, gut wrenching kind of way. She jerked her head back from his sloppy mouth, her palm slapping hard against his cheek. He moved back, clutching the side of his face while Eve wiped her mouth clean of him. She desperately wished for some gum to erase the taste from her mouth.
"You bitch!" He seethed, moving to strike her back. His hand froze in mid- air as it was caught around the wrist by a certain gloved hand. Eve blinked, turning to see Don Juan standing there, a violent looked plastered on his masked face. He was pissed. Eve could feel it radiating off him in waves so thick it nearly made her nauseous.
"A gentleman does not strike a lady. Nor does he force himself upon her." He said, his accent even thicker now as he threw Mike's hand down, knocking the blonde off balance.
"Jesus! You insane, man? What the hell was that all about? I wasn't doing anything. My girlfriend and I were just having a small spat....nothing you need to get yourself concerned with!"
"I am NOT your girlfriend!!" Eve said, her anger erupting. She glared daggers at Mike, who reached for her again. This time it wasn't Don Juan who stopped him, but Eve herself, with a well placed kick. Mike grunted, falling back into the rain. Eve glowered down at him. "Now please, for the love of God, leave me ALONE!" She yelled at him, completely focused on her anger until she felt Don Juan grab her hand lightly in his own, and tug her toward him.
"Oh I see how it is! Running to your fiancé! Well I won't be waiting to take you back!" Mike screamed.
"Come inside, Doña." Don Juan urged, and she complied, glaring at Mike once more before Don Juan closed the door behind them, locking all three of the bolts. Eve took the moment to study him. He, like she, was soaking wet. Eve smiled as he cocked his head to the side, watching her.
"You are soaked, Doña. Come," He said, offering his arm to her. Eve accepted, allowing him to lead her into his living room. He sat her down on a pillow on the floor, then moved to start a fire that soon lit the entire room in a warm orange glow. She smiled up at him, her anger completely gone.
"You're not so dry yourself, you know." She remarked, and he grinned.
"You are correct, fair Evelyn." He said, and removed his cloak and gloves. His shirt he merely loosened, the white material nearly see-through as it was. Eve tore her eyes from his chest and stared at the fire intently. Where had her resolve gone?
"Who was that man?" He asked, moving closer to sit directly in front of her. Eve turned to face him, allowing him to brush the hair back from her face.
"His name is Mike. Other than that, I don't know." She said, shrugging. " And that fiancé comment, before you ask, was a lie I used once to get out of a date with him."
Don Juan smiled, shaking his head slowly. "It is amazing, the lengths some men will go to get a woman."
"Not much unlike yourself." She said, blue eyes alight.
"No. Very unlike me." He insisted, his chocolate eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze. "I do not force women to love me. I invite them, and love them. I do not use them or force them. They come of their volition."
Eve raised a brow skeptically.
"For example." He continued. "Were you not the one who kissed me first? Were you not the one who was waiting for me on my doorstep five minutes ago?"
Eve blushed, hating to admit that he was right. But still!
"That doesn't mean that you don't drive us crazy. It doesn't prove that you don't purposefully tempt us and control our minds with thoughts of you!"
"Do I have the power over your mind? No, Evelyn, I do not. But you have been thinking of me? That is good, indeed." He said with a smile. Eve's jaw dropped at the truth to his statement. Her mind's longing for him was all her own fault! How stupid she was! How could she have blamed him for something he didn't even know about??
Don Juan watched the emotions and thoughts flash across Eve's eyes. She was blaming herself for his actions. His plan had worked. Tease her enough to make her crazy with wanting him – unravel the mystery of this woman who claimed to be so set in her ways. Make her abandon everything she knew and move into him. He smiled at her as she idly chewed on her lower lip. Moving closer, he rescued the lip from it's torture, moving his own mouth lightly across hers, waiting for her to respond.
Eve blinked, the feeling of his kiss jolting her completely out of her reverie. As if they controlled themselves, her lips began to move against his, slowly at first, then pleading and almost begging him to deepen it. Don Juan complied, pulling her against him, her body half laying against his as he controlled her mouth, nipping and tugging, loving and asking. Eve moaned, trying as hard as she could to cling to him. This was the kiss she had craved, the kiss that had haunted her dreams for the past week and made Mike's no longer even a fleeting memory in her mind. Her arms wrapped around his neck, refusing to let him pull away for air lest he never return.
He grinned against her lips, re-slanting them for a better angle. His own arms had found her waist, holding her close as well, refusing to let her return to her self-doubting thoughts again. When they finally did break apart, Eve lay her head on his shoulder, her fast-paced breath matching his. He stroked her hair slowly, his lips parted and resting on top of her head. She still clung to him as if he would vanish, a thought that made him smile contentedly.
Eve was scared. She didn't show it, but she was shivering on the inside. If he had looked into her eyes at that moment, he would have known. Eve knew that if they went any further than this, she would fall. If I haven't already, that is. She thought, her fingers curled into the thin fabric of his shirt. He smelled of rain and some flower she couldn't name. Not the normal soapy smell she found on most men. He was refreshing, and dangerous. When Eve raised her head to his and kissed him again, she knew she was lost. She was falling in love with Don Juan.
A/N: Woot! Told you I'd write another one for all of you, my faithful reviewers! I love you all! Hope you all like this one as much as I do (better than the last one, although you were all so kind about it.) :) More Don Juan/Eve in the next chapter.....and is this the last of Mike? Has the jerk finally gotten the hint?