Thank you for the reviews! I am putting more of a humor on Erik (if you haven't noticed) I'm glad how this story is progressing! Thank you again and enjoy!

-AesSedia

Christine walked around the room, taking in the sights. She couldn't believe this was all happening so fast! She thought back to the kiss she had shared with Erik only the day before. He had been so loving and gentle, and his kiss had blown her away. She knew in his kiss that she was meant for him. She walked the length of the room and turned when she heard someone open the door. She turned expecting it to be Maryanne with the bath, but no… Erik stood in the doorway, leaned against the door frame. Christine felt as her breath caught in her throat, she hadn't expected to see him again so soon. She watched as his eyes ran her length, taking in her body. She suddenly felt extremely exposed and shuffled her feet awkwardly. He crossed the room in two strides and stood in front of her.

"I thought you were going to speak to Nadir or attend to other matters" Christine murmured quietly, wondering what had possessed her to say that. She tilted her head as a stray curl fell upon across her face. Erik caught the curl and placed it behind her ear. The shear contact with him made Christine feel weak in the knees.

"Now why would I attend business at this time?" he asked thoughtfully.

Christine frowned, he was enjoying this.

"Nadir… or" she began; she had no idea where her conversation was taking her. Erik looked down at her, a smile forming on his face.

"Or?" he asked her in a slightly mocking tone.

Christine fumbled with her thoughts at the amusement of Erik. She smiled as he chuckled. She had no idea the workings of this man; he had always come to her as her mysterious angel, seducing her with his song and voice. She found the light hearted Erik was just as seducing.

Erik suddenly bent his head and spoke softly into her ear, his warm breath tickled her.

"Tell me Christine" he began, his arm slowly slipping around her waist. She had a brief flash back to the time he had sung to her in his lair.

He was about to finish his sentence when a small knock was at the door. A very embarrassed Maryanne poked her head through the door, obviously in shock to see the master of the house in such a position.

"My lady, your bath is drawn…" she began, not wanting to impose. Christine broke free from Erik's grasp and thanked Maryanne.

"I shall be there in a moment's time" she said to the flustered maid, who slipped out as soon as she was given proper instruction.

She turned to Erik who had begun to walk out of the room, apparently annoyed at being interrupted. She ran and grasped his arm, he turned at her request. She once again was at a loss for words. She had wanted to tell him just how much he meant to her, when he ran his hand lovingly through her hair.

His husky voice filled the room "I shall see you soon" he told her and disappeared out the door.

Erik walked down the stairs, damn that minx! She had such a control on him… and he easily fell into it. He had wanted to tell her know just how much it meant to him that she was here in his home, but had been interrupted. A thought ran through his mind of scaring the maid off so there would be no interruptions in the future, but quickly decided that was not the best of ideas. He had Christine in his home… and he had no idea what to do. He descended another flight of stairs and opened a door that was hidden in a corner. He welcomed the sight of his music room; it had been to long since he had sat down and had the music overcome him. The maids and other servants were forbidden from this room, fearing they would ruin his work. He sat as his piano bench, his hand picking up their well known positions. He closed his eyes as his hands danced along the keys, forming a sound that was like no other.

Christine was feeling quite refreshed, after a Lavender scented bath, she had walked into her room, remembering the fact that she had no clothes. Maryanne had walked in moments later to see Christine only clad in her Chemise, and had informed her that the master of the house had sent Nadir to fetch gowns earlier that day for her. Christine at first seemed flabbergasted that Nadir of all people had picked out her gowns, but now wearing an emerald green gown, she was delighted at the Persians taste. Nerves filled Christine as she new dinner was approaching, hoping that Erik would decide to join her. Maryanne called on her moments later, telling her to proceed to the dining area. As she followed Maryanne down the stairs, she took in the sights. She passed many rooms that looked like they had been unoccupied for quite some time and noticed that Erik had many various types of art among his walls. Nearing the dining table, she found a single rose lay across her plate. Maryanne pointed it out explaining Erik would not be joining her for dinner tonight.

"He's in that room of his he is, conducting the Lord knows what" Maryanne explained to her. Christine felt a wave of disappointment flood through her.

"The Master did extend an invitation for you to join him in his study later" the maid said, watching as a smile lit up Christine's face. "And you will not be dining alone" the maid finished "Some eccentric Persian man said he would be joining you, I'm assuming he is a friend of the masters".

"Yes" Christine replied, "He is a dear friend to Erik" Although he may not always think so.

Christine was seated and joined by Nadir moments later.

"Christine!" Nadir shouted. Nadir always had the tendency to be louder than most. "Don't you look ravishing!" he smiled at her and kissed her palm.

"Thank you Nadir" Christine replied sweetly, "Oh and thank for the clothes, they are all quite lovely"

With that Nadir closed his mouth and looked slightly embarrassed, "Well let it never be said that I do not have exquisite taste" With that he eyed the nearby Maryanne, causing a blush from the busty maid. Christine chuckled lightly and anxiously awaited the end of the meal. She was more than ready to see Erik.