A/N: An important development in this chapter. Read on!
I was getting frustrated at not being able to hear what they were saying, and shifted to try and get closer to the window, but to my alarm felt myself slipping off the ledge.
I looked frantically for something to grip onto; I made a quick grab at the Argentinean's arm.
He turned his head at once, and, seeing me slipping, grasped my hand and pulled me back up.
I sighed with relief, "Thankyou, you certainly are doing me a lot of favours tonight."
He was looking at me intensely, still holding my hand. I felt his other hand on my neck, I shivered, his hand was cold and rough. We leaned closer to one another, until our lips were almost touching-
"The Duke!" Toulouse exclaimed suddenly, turning to the Argentinean and I. We moved apart, embarrassed, but he didn't let go of my hand.
Toulouse gave me a strange look, and I looked away, through the window.
Zidler was talking to the Duke, evidently introducing them, then he left.
I rolled my eyes; Satine hadn't even managed to get the first man out of her room before the next one came in.
When I spotted Christian hiding from the Duke behind the tiny bar, I stifled a laugh.
Satine was desperately trying to distract the Duke from the bar, where he would discover Christian. She ended up on her knees in front of the Duke while Christian hid behind him.
I watched as Christian edged backwards, towards the door only to discover the Duke's large formidable henchman, Warner, guarded it.
I shuddered when Satine fell back on the bed, pulling the Duke on top off her.
This job sure does have it's downfalls.
"Let's see if we can get closer" Toulouse whispered.
I shook my head, I had seen enough, "I have to go. I shouldn't have come in the first place."
"Alright then," Toulouse said regretfully, "See you El."
I bid everyone goodnight, the Argentinean last. When I did, he held my gaze with my captivating dark eyes.
"Goodnight" I said.
"Sleep well" he replied.
I managed to tear myself away from his gaze and left, scrabbling back onto the top of the elephant. It was just after I'd hit the ground after sliding back down the rope that I realized I was still wearing the Argentinean's coat.
When I finally reached my room I dropped heavily into the chair in front of my dressing table. While I brushed my long, dark hair I watched my reflection in the mirror. My heavily black outlined deep blue eyes stared back at me, Satine had once said my eyes were almost violet.
I sighed, put down the brush, and undressed. Pulling on the long, plain blue dress I slept in, I climbed into bed.
I lay in bed thinking, staring through the dark at the Argentinean's long black coat draped on the end of my bed.
Did he like me? He certainly acted like he did, but was he just teasing me? After all, I had seen him like that with lots of whores.
"But he never would have given one of them his coat if they were cold" I thought, and I knew it was true. He openly used and ridiculed most of the girls, never cared for them.
I sighed; I was forgetting the most important thing, something that I had told Satine only hours before.
A whore can never fall in love.
In the middle of the night I woke suddenly to see a tall figure standing at the end of my bed.
I sat up, pressing my back against the head of my bed, scared out of my wits.
The figure came closer, into a shaft of moonlight, which illuminated it, revealing his identity.
It was the Argentinean.
I exhaled a shaky breath, "You scared the living shit out of me!" I exclaimed, relieved that it wasn't a crazy murderer standing there.
"I came to get my coat back" he replied.
"In the middle of the night?" I asked incredulously.
"Well actually it's two in the morning" he said casually.
I was about to reply with something rude when he suddenly leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Then he picked up his coat and walked to the door.
"Good...well, morning" he said, and walked out, closing the door behind him.
I just sat there, too stunned to say anything.
A/N: What do you think? Do you like the possible romance? Please review!