Hey guys, this is the chapter I promised! Although it might be a bit short, I have tons of homework and I haven't started one of them yet.

"How did you become involved with the orphanage anyway?" Kori asked him while they were walking down the hallway to the boys dormitory. He'd managed to seduce her and distract her at the same time, and she didn't know which one she liked better.

"Very bad luck" he returned, catching up to her

"I thought people like you didn't believe in luck"

"There are some things skill can't compensate for and thats bad luck"

"And what sort of bad luck led you here, then?" she asked, looking up at him. He smiled at her, no humor in his expression.

"Pretend curiousity all you want, but when your plan comes to nothing but sweets and sing along's we'll both know why you're really here"

"And why is that my lord? Because of you? You might want to consider that no self respecting female would like to be seen with you let alone work with you, and certainly not in this sorry excuse for an establishment" Her temper was close to boiling point, and if he thought he could he could get away with thinking that ladies didn't have minds of their own, he was in for a surprise. It was also the only establishment she had seen up close, but he didn't know that, and besides a little white lie couldn't hurt anyone, not when he got away with doing much more sinful things. Saint said something up close that Kori preferred not to interpret, and before she could question his motives again, he grabbed her arm and guided her against the wall.

"Don't forget" he murmered, bending his face down to hers "That you are in my company, and when you intentionally provoke me, you have to expect certain consequences" drawing even closer he brushed his mouth against hers, soft, warm and intimate, then straightened again.

"Now shall we?" he asked, his mouth curving into that cynical smile of his, as he gestured towards the boys dormitory. He obliviously thought that he could kiss her whenever he wanted, with or without her permission.

"Y...y-you,sir...are a-a scoundrel" Kori breathed out. Saint stopped, turned on his heel, and stalked up to her again. She tried to draw her breath in to say something even more insulting but he captured her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. Shoving her against the wall he tilted her head up to deepen their embrace. On a few occasions the more daring of her suitors had kissed her, the sensation had been pleasant, she supposed, but it had no basis to comparison-until now. Dimly, she noted her stack of papers fall to the floor. Heat soared down her spine and her toes positively curled in her shoes. Stop kissing him! She shrieked at herself, trying to force her fingers to let go of his lapels.

Even so, it was Saint who broke the kiss. Looking at her from inches away, he ran his tounge over his lips as though he'd just eaten something he'd enjoyed, a lot.

"You taste like honey" he said, his voice a low drawl. Kori felt as though she was standing in a field of cannon. Her ears rang, her legs felt limp and shaky and she had the desperate desire to flee somewhere, anywhere safe.

"Stop that" she squeaked, shoving at his chest. Her fear came again, even though they weren't kissing, if anyone saw them like this, especially that Mrs. Natham, she'd be ruined in a second.

"I already did" her pushing didn't budging at his inch, not that she'd thought it would, even a truck wouldn't be able to move him. Instead he lowered his gaze to her mouth again

"Curious" he murmured, as if to himself, brushing her lips with his fingers once more. Kori tried to breathe, she was definately going to faint if anyone saw them, if she didn't hyperventilate first. Or die.

"Whats curious?" The words came out as one long breath. Saint shrugged, stepping backwards

"Nothing. Shall I escort you to the boys dormitory, now?"

"I believe I already suggested the dormitory" she bit out, bending down to pick up her notes. Naturally, he didn't offer to pick it up for her. Her fingers shook, and she grasped them quickly, clutching them to her bosom.

He led as they walked along the deserted hallway, andKori took those few moments to gather her scattered wits. As a proper upstanding female she should have slapped Saint and stormed out the orphanage, though if she did that she'd never be allowed back into the orphanage, and she wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place.

He'd only kissed her so she'd flee, Kori decided. His insults hadn't worked, so he'd decided t take on a more direct, intimate approach. If she ran, he would then have his excuse to never allow her in again-and she'd never have the chance to prove to everyone, and herself that she could accomplish anything useful. It would have worked, except that the beckoning, seeking, sin of his lips had stirred...something inside her that almost made her wish that he'd do it again.

Saint opened the door to the boy's dormitory, reflecting that he probably should have started there, rather than easing her into the place thorugh the storage rooms and kitchens and girl's dormitory. He was getting soft, figuratively speaking. This was the encounter that would send her fleeing, and if he'd brought her here first, he wouldn't have had to resort to kissing such a proper female. No wonder his insides twisted; he had absolutely no clue as to how to react to a virgin.He looked over his shoulder, momentarily distracted as her whole gown moved upwards as she steadied her bonnet. He mentally shook himself, he definately was getting soft...and right now, he was getting hard, really hard.

"Are you coming?"

"Yes, of course" As Kori brushed past him, he leaned in to smell her hair. Lemons. Honey on her lips and lemon in her hair. Her skin probably tasted of strawberries. Kori Anders was a veritable dessert, and he wanted to feast.

Badly.

Here you go. I told you it was going to be a bit short, but hey, a bit is better than nothing right? Puts on hypnotising glasses Reevvviiiieeeeewwwwww!