"Sweet dreams, my ass," I grumbled as I lay awake in my bed staring up at the ceiling. Rolling over onto my side, I punched at my pillow in attempt to fluff it. It gave me very little satisfaction to imagine the pillow as Wolfric's fat head.
That kiss had pretty much stolen the promise of a good night sleep from me. Every time I try to close my eyes all I can see are Wolfric's eyes staring into mine as he kissed me senseless.
Why was it bothering me so much? This wasn't the first time he'd kissed me and it probably wouldn't be the last. Why it was different this time, I couldn't tell you, but it bothers me. And when something bothers me, it tends to piss me off.
Have dinner, I scoffed. Did he really think I'd go with him since he pretty much ordered me to? A lady likes to be asked.
On second thought, why shouldn't I go? Hell, I love to eat; and if Wolfric wants to pay for it, he can be my guest. They really did need to continue their talk and I'd be happier in his company if food was involved.
Fine, I decided, I'm going to dinner with Wolfric. Tossing in the bed onto my other side, I snuggled deeper under my Winnie the Pooh blanket, with matching sheets, with a new determination to get some sleep.
Behind my eyelids, my brain was still working in overdrive. I imagined Wolfric in a kilt and no shirt, his hair long and in war braids as he wielded a sword against an enemy. He moved with a grace I hadn't expected from such a large man as he feinted and blocked his foe's strikes. The other Scot stumbled and Wolfric found the opening he'd been waiting for. Raising his sword above his head, Wolfric let out an impressive battle cry as he thrust his sword deep into the chest of his enemy.
As the other man fell to the ground with Wolfric's sword impaling him, I watched as the light extinguished from his eyes and go glassy in death.
Yanking his weapon out of the corpse, the blond highlander crouched to wipe the blood from the blade on the other man's clothes.
The Wolfric from her imagination lifted his head and his eyes met hers for what seemed like an eternity.
I drifted off with those eyes in my thoughts.
Elton John's voice awoke me from my dream of eating pizza with the Queen of England. Jolting out of sleep, I groaned as I blindly searched for my cell with my face still in the pillow. I grunted in victory when I finally grasped it.
I cracked open one eye so I could press the answer button on my iPhone, ending the song about a Rocket man burning his fuel alone.
"What?" I'd tried for it to sound polite, but it only came out as a grumble.
That masculine chuckle came on the other line and it made me want to throw the phone across the room, "Ah, such a sweet sound to hear just after dusk."
I growled at the cheerfulness I detected in his voice, "What do you want?"
"I called to wake you up. We have a date tonight remember?"
My only reply was a grunt, my eyes were already starting to droop again.
"Rowena?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be ready," I hung up, ignoring him calling my name. I switched the phone to silent and then tossed it back onto my nightstand. I pulled the blanket over my head and was back asleep before I knew it.
"Rowena, wake up."
I grumbled something incoherent at the distance voice on the edges of my subconscious and only snuggled deeper under the covers.
When the covers were thrown off of me I let out a small squeak as the chill of the room hit me. "What?!" I let it out in an agonized groan that would've suited someone with an injury.
The lights in the room flared to life as whatever evil person in my room decided to flick them on. I buried my face in the pillow and let out a sorry moan.
"We have a date, Rowena," Wolfric's bur came from beside the bed.
"Just five more minutes...and it's not a date," it was muffled by the pillow, but I knew he heard me.
He let out an irritated sigh, "If I let you sleep for five more minutes, you'll only want five more. No, now get up."
Since he didn't seem to be going away anytime soon, I lifted my head from the pillow and glared through slitted eyes up at him, "I really hate you right now."
That only made him grin, which irritated me.
With a huff, I pushed myself up to sit on the side of my bed and looked up at him. Then something occurred to me and my sleep muddled brain sharpened slightly, "How the hell did you get in here?" When he only smiled, my eyes narrowed in blooming outrage, "Don't tell me you picked the lock psychically?"
Wolfric shook his beautiful blond head, "No, I wouldn't invade your privacy that much." He ignored my snort of disbelief and continued, "I charmed your land lady into letting me in."
Ms. Baker was seventy-two and sweet as sugar, it didn't surprise me that she'd let Wolfric in, especially if he'd put on the charm. He was damn good at talking to the ladies, no matter what their age.
I yawned as I got up, hugging my pillow to my stomach, "I need a shower." I started to go to my closet when I felt his eyes on me. Glancing over my shoulder, I asked him, "What are you looking at?"
The corner of his mouth lifted as he eyed my pajamas, "I'm a little disappointed that you don't sleep in more...enticing sleeping attire."
I looked down at my Spongebob sleep shorts and the over-sized T-shirt that proclaimed: I hate Mondays. I shrugged, "It's comfy."
His teeth flashed in a grin, "So is sleeping nude."
That put images in my head that I attempted, without much success, to block. Shaking my head I went to my closet and started pawing through my clothes, "Don't start with me, Wolfric. I'm not very happy with you for waking me up."
"I called first," he pointed out.
"That reminds me," I found a little red dress I deemed appropriate for many occasions and draped it over my shoulder then proceeded to search for matching shoes, "Why the hell did I ever give you my number in the first place?"
He chuckled, "Frankly, my dear, I believe it's because I'm charming." The chuckle turned into a full laugh when I threw the pillow at him and it bounced off his chest to land on the floor.
I took my sweet little ol' time in the shower. If Wolfric didn't like it then he could go screw himself.
After the shower, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself. At the mirror I fussed very little with my hair; it was too curly to do much with. I wriggled into the red dress before putting on some mascara and lipstick, that was all the makeup I needed really. My lashes were thick, so I didn't need eye liner and my ivory skin was flawless so I had no use for foundation.
Rummaging in my jewelry box, I pulled out some diamond drops that she'd gotten from an old boyfriend for Christmas a few years back and found the necklace that matched, the diamond drops coming to rest between my breasts. Which looked amazing in the dress, if I might add.
I slipped into the crimson heels and did a little twirl as I looked in the mirror to make sure I made the grade. When I decided I was fit for duty, I grinned at myself in the mirror and winked, "Looking good, kid."
Maybe it was vanity, but I felt quite a bit of satisfaction at the heated look in Wolfric's eyes as I stepped out of the bathroom.
He walked up to stand before me as he studied my very seriously from head to toe. His prolonged silence was starting to make me uneasy, "Do I pass inspection, General?"
When his eyes traveled back up to mine, the look in them had something in my belly clenching. "Oh, I believe," he purred as he stroked a hand over my shoulder, "you more than pass."
My mouth went dry at the hot look in his green eyes, but I refused to mess up my lipstick by licking my lips.
Clearing my throat, I slid away from his touch and stepped around him to grab my purse and slip my badge along with my Browning into it. Thinking twice, I grabbed the folder about my case and tucked it under my arm.
I glared as I caught Wolfric staring at my chest, he only raised a brow in amusement.
"Where's your lapdog tonight?" I asked.
He chuckled at my reference to Mitchell as he started towards my door, "He's in the car. He'll be driving us to the location of our date."
I glowered at his back as I followed him to the door, "It's not a date."
At the door, he turned and raised a brow at my attire, "You're dressed up awfully nice for it not to be a date."
I scoffed at that, "I know you, Wolfric. You've got expensive tastes, I know the place will be ritzy looking and I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb."
He yanked me against so fast I hadn't even seen him move. Brushing his lips over mine, he whispered against my lips, "I don't believe anyone will mistake you for a sore thumb, my sweet. You'll be the belle of the ball and I, the object of other mens' envy."
Oh my, I thought, he was damn good. I stepped back and reached past him to open the door, "Spare me."
As I stepped out of my apartment, I thought I heard him whisper behind me, "For now."