Hey everyone! Merry-almost-Christmas! I'm sorry about the delay. I have been trying to update as fast as I can, but I have to get money in to buy presents for the people I love, so I have been busy with work, school and even shopping! Boy was that fun, but man was it exhausting. lol
Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter. Please tell me if you thought it was entertaining, and if you have any idea's let me know, I love to work other people's ideas in. I thought I did a good job. Enjoy!
I swallowed hard, trying so hard not to look at him. "I don't think I am tired."
"Rose, you are on the vampric schedule, not on the human's anymore."
Me, stay in an isolated room, with one bed and alone with Dimitri? That is one messed up idea. How many times have I daydreamed of being alone with Dimitri in a bedroom where no one could disturb us? Too many to count, karma is one twisted bitch. I have to get out of this room, before I make a complete utter fool of myself. I want Dimitri in my life, but I don't want to force myself on him when he doesn't desire me.
"I think I am going for a swim." Or drown. I can't believe how confused I feel. I want him, but he doesn't want me. I hurt over him, yet I yearn for him. To top that off, I am with Adrian, but I really want Dimitri, yet I am trying to be Dimitri's friend, and Adrian's girlfriend.
Damn, my life is fucked up. If there is a God, then right about now, he should send me a freaking miracle, because that is what my life needs. I went into my suitcase, and grabbed my favorite swim suit. It is a designer brand. I considered myself lucky to have such a thing with the amount of income I get recently. The suit is a two piece. Both pieces are bright white. The top piece has a round silver hook in the lower middle front that connects both sides so I don't flash everyone. The bottom has a silver hook on both, connecting the fabric. I went into the bathroom to change, and came back out. I bathroom has cream white tile floors. When I took my shoes and socks off, I found out that the floor was cold. I stood up straight, and put my hand on the marble sink and looked into the huge oval mirror. With the bright lighting in the bathroom, I saw my swimsuit sparked a little bit. My swimsuit showed off my cleavage, making me look even sexier. I took my ponytail holder out of my hair, and let my hair fall over my shoulders. I realized my hair was down to my mid back.
I ran my fingers through my hair a few times, then put my hand on my hip and did a once over look. I looked damn good. Maybe Dimitri might think so.
I opened the door and saw that Dimitri had changed and was wearing red swim trunks, which, to my aphrodisiac mind, left me with many, many wild ideas. Due to the fact that he has no shirt on, I saw how amazingly sculptured his chest and abs are. His thighs and calves were pure muscle, so even when he didn't move, they looked lean and powerful. His arms had muscle bulging out, with a couple vains popping out on his biceps on both arms. Even though his arms are packed with muscle, they are not bulging out like professional wrestlers. He took my breath away. The more I looked at him, the more I hurt, and I couldn't have that. I had to distract myself from his body and even memories that I once treasured, are now haunting me, so I looked into his eyes.
Wrong move.
He was looking at me the same way I was looking at him. I could feel his eyes sweep over my body, leaving no exposed area untouched by his eyes. My body went hot all over at his gaze. I was excited he was looking at me, which confirmed one huge theory: he still wanted me.
I wanted to say something witty and call him out on it, but that got stuck in my throat. "I am going; I don't suppose you want to come."
"I just put these on for my enjoyment." He sarcastically. I think I am rubbing off on him. I smiled inside, maybe I can rub something else off too; less control.
"Then let's go swimming." I said, while I opened for him to exit the room. He responded instantly, and walked through the door, pausing briefly for me, while I shut the door. Surprisingly, he put his arm around my waste. My body was thrilled at the touch, and leaned into his arm.
No, no, no. You are supposed to be distracting yourself, not entertaining yourself, Rose. I scolded myself. I with great self control (I have no idea where it came from, because seriously, I wouldn't ever do this) grabbed Dimitri's arm off of my waste. "There is no need for this. I think we showed him that I am unavailable." I wanted to sulk in disappointment because I said that, but I had enough of being teased. I see him every day; he is so close, yet so, so far away from me. It is not fair, and if I have any more of this, I will break down and probably end up in some mental hospital. I wasn't having that.
He frowned, but allowed it. "If you see someone or something suspicious, let me know. We will put the act back on."
Just like that, my mind plotted several attempted false alarms for him to touch me again. And again, I had to disregard every single one of them. I had enough rejection. Pretending that I am with him when I'm really not, is wrong and tactless. I just hope that I can keep the reason why I said no in mind.
Where had all this freaking self control come from?
I don't want to know, and quite frankly, it sucks and I don't want to know.
We were in the elevator then and I couldn't stop looking at him from the corner of my eye. He was so hot, so beautiful.
With a sigh, I forced my thoughts on the task at hand; Jane/Joe Dragomire. What on earth am I going to do when I find this child?
"I know that face. It's going to be okay."
I looked at him, stunned that he was looking at me. "I don't have a face."
"You have many faces. This one is your problem solving face."
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened up. We walked out and down a corridor, but I refused to stop the conversation there. "You pay too much attention to people, you know that?" I said with a smile.
"It comes in handy most of the time." He said matter-of-fact.
"True that. So, why are you going swimming? I thought you were the type that stays in and reads western novels." I joked.
He gave me a half smile. "I don't just read books, I like to be active every once in a while."
I gave him a smile, and switched the topic. "I wonder how deep the pool is. If I'm lucky its twenty feet deep." Most hotels only go up to twelve, but some of them go to twenty. We came to the end of the hallway, and met a glass door that was an entrance to a glass room with exercise machines. I identified the Bowflex Tread Climber, Body Craft Galena Pro, Body-Solid EXM 1500S and even the Wielder Pro 9940. St. Vladimir has the same type of machines in the weight rooms, except, the weights are much heavier. I could probably lift all of the weights on this machine. And of course there is the standard treadmill. In the other room ahead of this room, which I saw because the room has pretty much glass walls, is a gigantic pool with a diving board, a huge Jacuzzi, and to the left of that, is a beautiful wooden room, which I assume is the sauna.
I swiped the card the card that I remembered to grab form the room in the machine by the door, and once the green light went off, I opened the door. I almost didn't make it to the pool, because I stopped and checked out the equipment. This hotel seemed to have everything! Sydney didn't have bad taste in hotels, that's for sure.
"I think this place is growing on me."
"We haven't even been here an hour and you love it."
I turned back to the equipment and sat down on the Galena Pro, sliding my hand back and forth on a bar. "She's my favorite."
"I know. I played hell trying to get you to use other machines." He said, a smile in his tone.
I smiled, got up and left the room for the pool. I expected Dimitri to follow, but he didn't. He sat down on my favorite machine and worked his biceps, pulling the white bars toward the middle of his chest.
My insides went queasy, seeing his muscles expand like that. He made it look so easy; lifting the weights, but then again, to dhampires using human weights, it is easy. I turned from, needing another distraction. I decided to check the perimeter of the pool, and see how deep it goes. I opened the second door and walked through it. The water looked clean. The bottom of the pool was a couple of shades darker than baby blue, making the water appear blue from afar.
I walked from the shallow end to deep end. To my excitement, it went to thirty feet deep. This allowed me to jump off the diving board. I looked at the diving board, which was very long. It looked to be about four and a half yards long, and seven feet high above the water. The board was a pale blue, making it look older than it probably is. I walked up the steps of the diving board, and walked on it, making sure that it was steady. As I got closer to the end, my weight started to make it dip (as it is supposed to). I walked back, and decided to run off of it, pulling my knees up to my chest, doing a cannonball. I hit the water, and came up three seconds later, letting out a shriek. The water was colder than I expected it to be. I could feel goose-bumps going from my tippy toes, to the crown of my head.
"What's with the screaming?" Dimitri said, above me, smirking.
"It's cold." I said like it was obvious.
"I doubt that."
"Want to find out?" I challenged. "Oh wait, I forgot. You have cold resistance, because you are from an Arctic wasteland." I said.
He sighed, a smile playing at his lips. He went over to the diving board, and jumped off, doing a cannonball as well. He went down deeper than me, but came up beside me less than a foot away. His hair was wet, making it look as dark as mine when my hair it is dry.
An idea came faster than I could comprehend. I leaped out, putting my hands on his shoulders and with all my strength, pushed down, causing Dimitri to go underwater. He didn't go too far under, just about eight inches. Before I could let go, Dimitri's arms came out of the water, grabbing my upper arm, and pushing me under the water. Of course, that made me let go of his shoulders, so his head is most likely above the water. He didn't let go, so pushed at his stomach, and he let go.
I came up with a joking glare, and he gave me a wicked smile. "You had that coming, Roza."
I laughed. "Perhaps, but it was fun." And with my palm half way out of the water, I pushed it forward, causing water to splash him in the face. And it wasn't just a small amount; it soaked him, though he was already soaked. I quickly backed up, but still faced him
His eyes narrowed at me and he gave me a wicked smile. "Oh, it's on now!" At the same time, we both went into action. I went forward, towards the shallow end, and he went forward, coming at me. I screamed in excitement, hearing it echo off the walls along with the sound of splashing water. His feet touched the ground before mine, which is why he caught up to me, grabbing my waste, lifting me out of the water and throwing me in the deep end.
"Ahhh!" I screamed in excitement, as I was in the air and before hitting the water. I quickly reached the surface, and found that he threw me farther than I anticipated. I saw that he was coming at me, so I quickly swam, doing breast strokes, to the edge of the pool. Dimitri was quickly advancing, but before he could grab me, I reached the edge, used my chest and arm muscles to pull myself out of the pool. I stood up and quickly backed up towards the wall, my eyes still on him. When he got out of the water, and was straightening up, I ran towards him.
He heard my scream before he looked at me, and when I made contact with him, I pushed him over the edge, and into the pool.
As awesome as I thought that would be, it didn't turn out the way I planned.
You see, as my hands met his chest, his arms found my waste, and his hold was secure, and there was no getting out of it. We both fell into the water, with me screaming in excitement, making a huge splash in the process.
We both came up laughing. "That was fun!" I said.
"Yes, it was." He came at me and grabbed the sides of my stomach, and pushed me into the wall, with that rare, beautiful smile on his face. His eyes were full of amusement, and something else. Attraction? I don't know. But all I know is that my stomach was doing summersaults because of it. Why? His proximity or his gaze? Both?
I wasn't sure, but our laughter cut off. My back was against the edge of the pool now. His hands slid down to my hips, and he came closer to me. My hands didn't move from my sides I didn't even dare to breathe. All amusement in his eyes was gone, and whatever else was there took over, filling his eyes. And I was sure, that attraction and desire lit my eyes, because suddenly, all I wanted in that moment was his lips, his kiss.
He lowered his head, his gaze locked with mine.
"Dimitri." I whispered so quietly, softly that I knew he heard, but just barely. Kiss me, I thought, please kiss me. I know you want to kiss me.
And his lips met mine. One of his hands was in my hair then, and I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling us closer together. His tongue glided against my lower lip, and I shivered, loving it. His other hand, slid down from my waste to the back of my thigh, hiking it over his hip. I moaned quietly, and deepened the kiss.
Adrian, a voice inside me said. And just after that thought came to me, we heard the door open. He snapped out of whatever world he was in, and slowly dropped his hands from my body and backed away, desire still in his eyes.
I could feel shock, and hurt line my face. His guardian face snapped back on concealing any feels from his face. He then got out of the pool, leaving without a word or a glance.
He thinks it's a mistake, I thought. My throat tightened with the thought. I didn't know what just passed through us, but one thing was clear. He still had desire. Was it just for sex itself, or for me? Could that mean that he has the ability to love, or that he still loves me? I wasn't sure, but I had to find out. He is back, and you only have one life to live and you have to take life by the balls sometimes. This is one of the times when you have to take life by the balls.
I watched as Dimitri walked over to the Jacuzzi. When he sat down, his back faced me. What does that mean? What is he thinking? I wasn't sure, but that hole that I had when Dimitri was gone, came back and I wanted to cry because of the loss. I got out of the pool and went over to a nearby metal shelf that had towels on it. I grabbed one and dried my body. I was aware of the feeling of several gazes on me, but I ignored it. I wrapped the towel around my body and walked into the sauna, closing the door behind me.
When I shut the door, I exhaled, unaware that I was holding in my breath. I immediately felt the heat of the room, and my body relaxed, enjoying the heat, but my mind was spiraling out of control over what just happened, but mostly, I wish no one walked through that damn door. I would have loved to see what would have happened next. Would we have gone back to the room and made magic? I doubt that, not with me being Adrian's girlfriend. I climbed over the fist wooden bench to get to the second bench, which was higher off the ground. The benches are long in both width and length, which is nice and made it comfortable. I leaned my head back against the wooden wall. The color of the wood was pretty, light brown, almost a tan yellow. A long, black cylinder heater with dark red rocks was on the left side of the room (I am on the right). I could practically feel and see the heat rise off of the rocks. I sat there, soaking in the heat. There was an orange light on the roof, which was strangely comforting.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a few guys came in. They looked about Adrian's age. They all looked at me, which felt like they were more like checking me out, and climbed over the first bench and sat down, three feet away from me.
"What's your name?" The guy closest to me asked, leaning over. He had blue eyes and a pinched in face. He had designer trunks on, which I automatically labeled him a rich snob. He had the tone and the face. His body was a little bit toned, but it is clear this guy is not an athlete. He had small love handles.
Before I could tell this guy to go take a hick, the door opened and Dimitri walked in. He came in and sat down beside me, taking my hand and kissed my wrist. My stomach did summersaults again. Did he come in here to apologize for the way he acted? Maybe he came here to put on the act?
"Roza." And that was all I understood, because he started talking in Russian. I could make out a few words since going to Russia. 'Sorry' being one of them, and 'never' being the next.
I could feel tears spring to my eyes, as I comprehended what he said. The word 'never', pretty much said all I needed to hear. He said what we did was indeed a mistake, and he was sorry that it happened and it will never happen again. He will make sure of it.
I couldn't breathe, and the look on Dimitri's face was slightly shocked. He didn't expect me to understand what he said to me. I slowly adverted my gaze to the right and looked at the floor. He slid his hand and entwined our fingers gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I got up, dropping the towel and our hands. I looked at him, feeling betrayed, and walked out.