A week had passed since that night. They had not managed to find time to spend any time together. Both of them had hectic work schedules and Khryssa had a full life with family as well. Alexander actually began to appreciate the family situation that took up Khryssa's time. If the Helsing clan was with her, they were not pestering him. It was not as if she could tell Uncle Gustav and her cousins that she was sleeping with the vampire.
Khryssa staggered back to bed with a glass of water and a couple of pills. She was sick. Unsure of what it was, most likely a case of the flu, she was doing as she would tell any patient to do. Taking medication, resting and staying hydrated, it was the only route to feeling better. She had called Lucard Industries very early that morning, informing Alexander's driver that there would be no need to pick her up. She then called her assistant and asked her to let Greta know that she would not be in as well. There was just no way could she muster the strength to even get ready for the workday let alone go into the office. Alexander was out of town on business. He would be returning tomorrow. The little bit of vanity that she had made the decision for her to stay home; Khryssa hated the thought of Alexander Lucard seeing her in such a state, even if it was just at the office. If she did not rest, it would only get worse. Curling up under the many blankets strewn across the bed, she finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
The tall blond man strode into his office. Greta, his assistant, looked up in surprise. She had in Alexander's schedule that he was not due to be back until tomorrow. He started shouting orders at various people. The meeting apparently had not gone well. He knew he was being lied to; it was just to figure out by whom.
"Greta, have Dr. Hart come up to my office immediately. I need to speak with her on a few matters." She was quite possibly the only person in the world that could calm his anger at the moment.
"Mr. Lucard, I am afraid that Dr. Hart is not in today."
He sputtered in anger. Where the hell was she? "Where is she Greta?" He snarled. This day was getting worse.
"I am not sure, Sir. I was given a message from Dr. Hart's assistant that she would not be in today."
He gave a crisp nod to his secretary and strode right back out of the office. Alexander's steps were sharp. The anger writ on his face kept even the friendliest of employees at bay. He walked down to the parking garage. Not bothering with his own driver, he took the Maserati GranTurismo. Pulling out fast and furious, he headed straight over to Khryssa's home.
Khryssa didn't live far from Lucard Industries. The sports car roared into the drive and was snapped off as soon as it came to a halt. Alexander marched up to the front door and pounded on the hard wood. There was not a sound coming from within. He knew there was something or someone in there. He could feel the life. Cursing beneath his breath when no one came to the door, Alexander wondered where in the hell she could be.
Khryssa stirred beneath the blankets. She had heard something. With a slow blink of tired eyes, a glance at the clock was given. It was a little after three in the afternoon. A moan escaped her lips and she burrowed back down under the blankets. If it was anyone important, they could call her. Most likely, she thought, it was the postman trying to deliver a package. That could wait. Sleep was much more important.
Alexander found his keys once again, including the one to her home. Unlocking the door and letting himself in he smiled a cold smile. She had given him permission to enter her home once before and that, of course, still stood. The lovely home was filled with silence. He walked around the lower living space before heading up the stairs. He stopped abruptly in the doorway to the bedroom. A small looking figure was on the bed. Curled up in a ball and tucked neatly under several quilts, it was only by the streaming curls of dark that he recognized her, visually. The scent of Khryssa Leigh Hart, on the other hand, he would know until the end of days. The steps of the vampire were silent. The sleeping woman did not stir. He crouched down next to the bed and lifted the quilt back. Dark eyes blinked rapidly and she bolted upright. There was a scream that hung on her lips.
"Alexander! What in the bluest of blue hells are you doing here?" Her heart was beating rapidly. Fair cheeks were flushed with fever and surprise.
"You do not wish to see me Khryssa?" The rich and cultured accent hid the menace behind the words. He was still angry.
"You scared me." She replied as the fear dissipated.
"You did not answer the question Khryssa"
"What?" She blinked a few times, not quite comprehending. "Of course I wish to see you Alexander. I was not expecting you or anyone in my home at this hour." Khryssa's reply was curt." I was not expecting you to return until tomorrow. What on earth is wrong with you?" It was that moment she started to cough heavily. A deep cough that rattled her body and shook the bed, consumed her.
"You are ill."
"Thanks for noticing. Now what is going on Alexander? You are acting strange."
He told the tale of the meeting in Japan. How something was off and he knew he was being lied to. If this venture failed it could cost Lucard Industries close to a half a billion dollars. The details were sketchy at best he relayed. Khryssa leaned back into the soft plushness of the pillows. Her brow creased and mind whirled. Another coughing fit began and she reached a shaky hand for the glass of water beside the bed. Taking a drink seemed to help, but by now her throat was sore.
"I understand your anger Alexander. I think there is something wrong with the interpreter though. Either he did not know the nuances of the language well enough or he lied." Sliding down further beneath the blankets, she was growing tired once again and cold.
"I will have to look into that, thank you."
"What else is bothering you Alexander?" The voiced question sounded weary.
"Nothing." The reply was flat.
"Alexander, don't. Just don't. If you want to play games get out. I am not in the mood for it." She glared at the man. Those beautiful dark eyes were narrowed down. He could feel the heat of anger coming off of her skin as well as the fever.
"I don't know my dear; you look like you would be a decent enough adversary in chess."
"Not. Amused. Alexander."
He sighed. "You worried me Khryssa. You were not at the office, where I thought you would be. I needed you and you were not there. You did not call to let me know that you would not be there either. I had no way of knowing if something had happened to you or even where you were." The anger he felt darkened his eyes. It wasn't so much being angry at her. It was worry. His enemies would kill her given half the chance. It would not be a pleasant nor would it be a slow death.
"Alexander" she replied gently. "I called the office and let your driver know. I then called and left a message with my assistant, who in turn left a message with Greta. I did not wish to disturb you with the silly notion that I have the flu."
"You would not have disturbed me. I need to know where you are Khryssa."
"I have a cell phone. I am fairly easy to find if I am not in the office."
"This is not a request Khryssa."
She tried to push the anger down that was rising. "Alexander, we are not even in a relationship. You do not control me or my actions."
"We are not in a relationship? What do you think it is that we do then Khryssa?" His voice was mild, but the look in his eyes betrayed the tone.
"Alexander I hold no expectations over what we have done so far. We enjoy being in each other's company, that is evident. We have had sex, once. I do not think you are going to propose marriage tomorrow because of it."
"You are mine Khryssa."
It took everything in her power not to lose her temper. "Alexander, I am not your's. We barely know each other. Yes, I have been in your employee for over a year. That is not the same as knowing someone."
He reached up and stroked her cheek. Alexander wished there was a way to convince this stubborn young woman that she was wrong. She would learn her place soon enough.
"You are thinking something, what is it?"
"Even ill, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
His eyes softened looking at her. She did look pathetic and so very young. Even though she was in her mid-twenties, Khryssa was centuries younger than he. Alexander continued to touch her. The light dance of fingertips across heated flesh brought a smile, to both of them. He then frowned in realization. She was burning hot.
"You have a fever."
She merely nodded. She had figured, but had not bothered to check. Khryssa looked into the eyes of this strange man. She cared about him, deeply. She was not willing to admit that to anyone just yet, not even herself. Alexander slid from his jacket and tossed it to the floor, shoes were stepped out of and finally the tie was undone. It was only after all of this did he climb on to the bed and lay next to her. He brought the younger woman into his arms. Burning hot flesh was pressed against him. He stroked a hand down her hip. It was a soothing gesture from the vampire.
There was a whisper of words in her ear. "I can heal you Khryssa."
"It is just the flu Alexander. There is no need. It will pass soon enough."
"My darling, please. I do not want to see you like this."
"You would have me drink from you instead Alexander? "
"Yes"
"No." She replied.
Khryssa sighed softly. "No, we do not need that sort of connection yet Alexander. We have known each other for what? Eighteen months? Once again, majority of that was a business relationship."
"Some people marry and divorce in less time than that"
"You got the divorce part right Alexander. No. It is too soon."
He gave up the argument and just held her instead. The silence was a comfort to both. He did ponder the fact she said one thing. Yet. The single word made me smile ever so slightly. She was not saying no after all. Alexander had to think, why this woman created such a desire in him. Humans were tools to be used and food. Even though he realized that Khryssa Hart would be a very worthwhile acquisition, it was still not the same. She was neither. She was special to him.
It did not take long for Khryssa to fall back asleep. Alexander laid there with her, awake. Warmed by her heated body and contemplating how and what this was. He cared for her. How could he not? At the same time, she was also a Helsing. The thought of her family lineage both intrigued him and worried him.
Alexander began to consider what he wanted from this woman. He noted that Khryssa Hart was very much like a possession at times. He wanted to show her off. He wanted people to admire what he had. Then he wanted to take her back where only he could see the true beauty of what he owned. Alexander also knew that because she was a Helsing she could be an excellent bargaining chip if it ever came to that. Jaded were the thoughts, but also realistic. Alexander Lucard was not human. Humanity had disappeared centuries ago for him. Looking down to the sleeping woman in his arms, the jaded thoughts spun away. He contemplated what he truly felt. Was it love, lust, or possibly the desire to control what he could not? He did know one small thing though. He would protect this woman from anything in this world.
There was one exception and that would be Alexander Lucard himself.
Night had fallen. Alexander was still awake when Khryssa stirred from a restless sleep. She burrowed deeper beneath the blankets for a moment. Then those deep dark eyes parted, opening to stare up at him.
"Hey." She croaked.
"Hey yourself." A single digit traced across her dry lips. Alexander reached over to the nightstand; a glass of water was taken. He took his time tipping the glass to her lips so that it would not spill, she drank gratefully.
"Thank you. Alexander? I know you haven't moved from this bed for hours. Do you need to" She paused briefly. "eat?"
This was something that had never been spoken of before. She never inquired after his feeding ritual and he never mentioned it either. Alexander was taken aback by what she said. There was no good way of answering the question. Staring at the young woman resting, it was a bit before he spoke.
"Yes, I do."
She nodded. Not quite sure what to say, she rose from the bed. Heading to the shower, the water was turned on and she just stood there. The hot water made her feel better physically. It helped with the body aches and cleared the mind. It took no time at all for thoughts to drift. Was 'dinner' a beautiful woman? Sighing softly at the thought of her one time lover dining upon a woman, Khryssa tried to purge that image from her mind. Turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Painstakingly drying off, so that she wouldn't catch a chill, she slid on a very old button down shirt that had belonged to her father. It was Khryssa's preferred sleepwear. Hands quickly braided thick dark curls back and out of the way. Stepping back into the bedroom Khryssa spotted him sitting on the bed still.
"I figured you would have left by now Alexander."
"I have no wish leave you in such a state Khryssa."
Instead of climbing on the bed, Khryssa sat on the floor next to the bed. She shivered a bit from the fever and the chill of the room. Neither Alexander nor Khryssa reached out for the other, it was unusual. He broke the silence first.
"What are you thinking Khryssa?"
The raven haired beauty shook her head side to side before speaking. "It is hard to explain. It is the fact that you must feed off of humans Alexander. You kill to survive. It troubles me."
"Why does this bother you?"
She couldn't bear to tell him that there was a spark of jealousy in her heart. "You could look at a crowd of people and see dinner the same way I can go to the grocery to plan my meals for the week."
His anger rose fast. "Spare me your revelations! You talk in these ardent tones and what hypocrisy is this? You kill to survive as well. Do you think that fine leather you wear is made from plants? Perhaps that steak you have dined on before is made from potatoes?" The words were spat out. He looked at her for the first time ever with the bright yellowed eyes. It was the eyes that bespoke the change in him.
"It is not the same Alexander. You know it as well as I do."
"Oh please my dear doctor, explain this to me."
"This is insane. It is like a vegan trying to tell a carnivore that eating meat is wrong."
Alexander started to speak. The anger dissipated quickly; it was not a moment later that he was laughing.
"What is so funny?"
"My dear Khryssa, as charming as you are, sometimes you are equally as infuriating."
"I shall have to put that on my resume."
"You don't need a resume. You are not going anywhere." Then he changed his mind. "Except back to bed, get in."
"Since when did this become a dictatorship?" Khryssa shot back, while climbing back beneath the blankets.
"I would like to consider myself a benevolent dictator, but I am sure others would disagree."
She snorted at him with laughter. "Who would have ever known that the great Dracula had a sense of humor?"
Alexander pulled her to his chest. He laughed softy at her sarcasm. Tucking her back under all the blankets, he gazed into her eyes.
"Don't let my secret get out."
Alexander glanced around the room. He noted something. Sitting upon her dresser were a few personal items. Items that were obviously objects she treasured. There was an old teddy bear, a hair comb that had belonged to her grandmother, a small jewelry box, a few other indiscernible items, and next to everything else was the framed gift that he had given to her. Kissing her cheek, he let Khryssa drift back to sleep.
He let her sleep for a while before rising himself. Going downstairs, Alexander explored the house. It was quiet, clean and comfortable. He considered the four bedroom home rather small. To Khryssa it was perfect. When he found the library, Alexander smiled. The perfect way to get to know a person was by what they were reading. Looking around, he saw how she arranged everything. It was a simple plan. A certain area contained her scholarly texts, another held collectables and classics; the smallest section was her personal common tastes. Everything on the shelves had the feel that it has been read lovingly before. Glancing at the classics, it was quite an eclectic collection. The more personal selection made him smile. There was a bit of everything from Nabokov to Ellis. Picking up a copy of 'American Psycho', Alexander sat down in a large chair that had been placed in the corner.
Making himself comfortable, Alexander started to leaf through the novel. He caught just the barest scent of her perfume. Glancing down, there was an iPod sitting in a dock. Turning the little box on, he just selected the first playlist available. Noting that the song was called 'Going Home' and the artist was someone by the name of Mary Fahl. The bittersweet melody charmed the vampire. The book was forgotten and her music selections examined. Like the collection of books, the music was quite eclectic. She had everything from the most famous of classical works to the most obscure rock tunes. Something caught his eye. 'Miserere', Alexander knew the music. Tapping the screen so that it would play, Andrea Bocelli's voice filled the room.
"Now why are you asking God for mercy dear Khryssa?" The words were spoken to the quiet of the room.
"To wash me thoroughly from my wickedness of course" The soft reply came from the doorway.
Turning at the sound of her voice, he smiled. "Excellent response my dear, it was the perfect time to use the music against itself." Khryssa had quoted directly from Miserere's translation from the Book of Common Prayer. "What are you doing out of bed?" Alexander questioned.
"You were not there when I woke. I heard the music so I came down."
"Come here."
Alexander looked at her legs when she stepped forward. The hem of the white shirt skirted the upper parts of bare thighs. How could something so simple be so very erotic he mused? Taking her hand, he pulled her gently to his lap. She curled against him. He could still feel the fever that coursed through her body.
"I need to call a doctor for you."
"I am a doctor Alexander."
"Already you fight me so, Khryssa."
"This is fighting?"
"I am used to my wishes being obeyed implicitly."
Closing her eyes, Khryssa could feel the exhaustion wash over her like the crashing waves before a storm. "I never claimed to be the obedient sort. You realize this yes?"
He pressed his cheek to her hair, she smelled like expensive soaps and something even more intoxicating, herself. "I know. Come. We are going back to bed."
Alexander picked her up. Leaving the music and book forgotten, he carried her back upstairs to bed. Laying her down, he rearranged the blankets. Covering her up, a kiss was pressed to her forehead.
"Sleep.:
"Alexander? Why are you doing this?"
"Because I want to. Do I need any other reason?"
"I suppose not."
"Good now rest. I want you healthy."
"Do you mind if I read?"
Shaking his head in amusement, he replied. "Fine, just rest and relax. I am going back downstairs."
"Thank you Alexander."
Heading back down the stairs he realized something, he had been here for nearly twenty-four hours and she had not eaten. For that matter, neither had he. He could grab a quick bite later. She needed sustenance now. A wrong turn and two doors later, Alexander found the kitchen. He tried to figure out where everything was in the vast kitchen. It was not easy. The size of the kitchen was quite large for the size of the house. It was obviously a well favored room. Opening and closing cabinets, he found what he was looking for. It would be nothing fancy that was for certain, Alexander did not know how to cook. A can of soup, a bowl and a spoon was all that he needed. Putting the bowl of soup into the microwave, after reading the directions on the can, he started to push buttons. The microwave would not turn on. Getting frustrated, he tried again. Finally working out the right sequence, the soup started to heat. It took him a little bit, the microwave had already announced that it was finished, but he found napkins, a tray and a plate. A small bowl of chicken and noodle soup was placed upon the tray. He added an array of crackers. Finishing it up with a glass of water, the meal was prepared. Cooking for one person should not be this difficult.
Khryssa was leaning back against the pillows reading when he walked in. She chuckled when she saw the tray. Setting the journal to the side, Alexander saw what she was reading. 'The Journal of Surgical Oncology' was opened to a page discussing something about tumor infiltration. Gently placing the tray upon her lap, he looked both amused and annoyed at the same time.
"You need to eat." Picking up the journal and placing a bookmark to the page she was on, he set it off to the side. "You also need to relax, you work too much."
"You made this?"
He laughed. "Of course, I do not bring staff with me everywhere. You should be impressed. I believe that was the first time I cooked for anyone. Ever."
"Thank you Alexander." Taking a spoonful of the soup, she looked over to him. "This is so very strange."
"What is?"
"This. You are taking care of me. It is somewhat surreal to tell you the truth."
"A dashing billionaire vampire cannot take care of someone?"
"Alexander, you have people that you can pay to do this."
"Of course I do, but there is satisfaction in doing some things myself."
Finishing about half of the soup, Khryssa pushed it away.
"You need to eat more Khryssa."
"I am full Alexander, but thank you."
"You are a stubborn woman; thankfully on you it is charming." He responded wryly.
Alexander took the tray and put it to the side. He sat back on the bed with her. "I am going to have someone bring me a few things. I need to clean up. I look rather distasteful."
"You can go home. You do realize this right? I will be fine."
"You need to be looked after."
She gave his thigh a little shove, playing more than anything. "Really Alexander I am fine."
He kissed her gently. "No. Now you need to rest again."
For once she did not argue and of that he was surprised. A quick tap of fingers across the keypad of his phone, Alexander placed a call. Informing his driver to bring him some toiletries and clean clothing, it would be expected shortly.
It was less than a half an hour when his driver arrived. Alexander retreated to one of the guest bathrooms to clean up. A quick shower later, he was changing into a pair of slacks and a cashmere turtleneck. They were the most casual of all his clothing. Not bothering to shave, and merely shoving his hair back into place, he was ready.
Settling down in a chair in her bedroom, Alexander watched Khryssa sleep for a while. Rising, he went back to wander her home. He felt the draw of her library once again. Perhaps he could glance through the book he had started earlier.
Walking back into the library, he decided to look once again at the tomes upon the shelves. Tucked away in a corner near the medical library was a small clothbound notebook of sorts. Curiosity struck him. It did not look like it belonged there. From what he knew about Khryssa it must be there for a reason, to be disorganized was not part of her nature. Pulling the notebook down, his fingers touched the well-worn blue cloth that covered it. The first page had Khryssa's name in it, written in childish script. It was an old diary. Alexander began to read.
Much of it was just the day to day writing of a young girl that was brimming with life. Her brilliance, even at such a young age, was shown here in the diary. Much to his dismay he was mesmerized by her childish dreams. The writings of a child with the mind that no one else could comprehend had poured her heart out into pages of what she had considered her own secret. He reached the halfway point of the small diary and his eyes hardened.
Dear Diary.
I do not know what to do. Uncle Gustav, Aunt Margaret, and Klaus are here. I do not like Klaus. He has a mean streak that scares me. He keeps pinching me and leaving bruises that hurt. I tried telling mom but she said he was just trying to play. He is OLD! He is like twelve years older than me and he should know better! Before I came back here to bed Dear Diary, he tried to show me his thing. Yeah I know it is called a penis, but I hate that word. I am going over to Margalo's house tomorrow to stay so I can get away from him. I am scared. Good night Dear Diary, love Khrys.
Alexander skimmed through the rest of the diary. There was nothing mentioned about Klaus again. He could feel his fury rising. That damnable son of Helsing's tried to hurt Khryssa? Then not a single person did a thing? Tossing the diary onto the table beside the chair, Alexander turned and went up the stairs.
Khryssa was still sleeping when he stormed into the room. When he sat down on the bed she woke instantly. Giving a little stretch, she smiled gently at him. The fever was still a vibrant flush in her cheeks. Even though his fury he could tell she was still ill.
"Why did you not tell me?"
Having no idea what had transpired, Khryssa was utterly perplexed. "What are you talking about? Tell you what?"
"What happened with Klaus?"
"What do you mean Alexander?"
"I found your diary. Klaus tried to harm you."
"That is none of your business!"
"Everything about you is my business!"
"No it isn't. You do not own me. You do not own my past, present nor my future. I do not owe you an explanation of anything."
Grabbing the quilt that covered her, Alexander dropped down to face level with her. "What did he do to you?"
"IT IS NONE OF YOU GODDAMN BUSINESS!"
"Tell me Khryssa!"
"No Alexander."
"Why do you feel the need to fight me every step of the way."
Khryssa faltered. "I don't"
He looked at her with a raised brow and said nothing.
"Okay maybe I do." Drawing her legs up to her chest, she dropped her cheek onto her knees. "You had no right to read that."
"I apologize Khryssa." His reply was quite formal.
"Alexander, I don't know what you want from me. I do not understand why you believe you can make these demands upon me and expect me to obey your every desire, wish and command."
"I get what I want and what I want is you."
"I am not a doll Alexander. I am not some pretty piece of fluff that you can admire and then put on a shelf for you to play with later. Nor am I one of your minions. You cannot make me do something just because you wish it."
"I realize that now." He said dryly.
"If you are looking for a woman that you can force your will upon, I am not the woman for you. I will never be that woman. No matter how much we want something, that does not mean we can have it. I am sorry Alexander; perhaps it would be better if you left?"
"You may be correct. Would you please answer the question that I asked?"
Khryssa nodded and sighed. "Nothing happened Alexander, except what you read in my diary. I went to my best friend's house. Margalo's family loved me as one of their own. I stayed there until Klaus and his parents left. I refused to return home until they were gone. While I saw Uncle Gustav and Aunt Margaret quite regularly, I never saw Klaus again."
"Thank you." Rising from the bed, Alexander went to collect his things and call his driver.
Khryssa followed, escorting him to the door. "Thank you for everything Alexander. I appreciate all that you have done for me."
"It was nothing at all Khryssa." Giving her a nod, he walked out to the waiting car.
It took a few more days for her to recover. When she finally returned to the office, Khryssa's staff looked worried. The offices and the labs were nearly silent. The normal chatter around the lounge was absent. It was about three o'clock in the afternoon when she finally surfaced from her office and from beneath the mountain of paperwork that had been sitting. Gathering her staff in the lounge, Khryssa wanted to find out what was going on.
"Okay guys, what's up? This has to be one of the most personable departments within Lucard Industries. We treat each other as equals here. Everyone is acting strangely. I want to know why."
The room stayed silent. Khryssa tapped her nails against the counter she was leaning against and frowned. Taking a deep breath she spoke again. "Do I have to start bribing people?"
Amelia, Khryssa assistant, spoke up first. "Dr. Hart, we were told yesterday that the department would be undergoing some changes and could possibly be shut down."
"Who did this announcement come from Amelia?"
"Mr. Lucard came down with the news Ma'am."
"I see. I suppose I shall be talking to Mr. Lucard then." Khryssa turned sharply and headed to the elevator.
Swiping her card that would permit her to go to the top floor, the green light flashed its acceptance and beeped. "Well at least that still works." She muttered softly to herself. Walking out of the elevator, angry steps carried her quickly to Greta's desk.
"Greta is he in?" Fury burned bright in her dark eyes.
"Yes Dr. Hart he is. But Mr. Lucard is on the phone at the moment. If you would like to wai-."
"No need, I am positive he is expecting me." Khryssa stormed into the private office.
Alexander was on the phone when she came in. "Excuse me Reginald; if you would allow me to call you back, something just came up."
Khryssa picked a file up off of his desk, and flung it at him. The paper hit Alexander square in the chest as he was hanging up.
"A touch testy this afternoon, are we Dr. Hart?"
Her hands were on the desk and she leaned over. "Cut the crap Lucard, what the hell is going on?"
"I suppose the answer to the question is a yes then."
"Because we have decided against anything outside of the workplace, you decide to close my department down?"
"You made that decision my dear, not I."
Khryssa wondered somewhere in the darkest part of her mind if it was possible to strangle a vampire. "Lucard this is insane. If it is your desire to hurt someone, then hurt me. Fire me. I realize I have a contract. I will not act upon it. Do not close the department down. There are many people that work for you that need their job. Take it out on me, not them. Please."
"You are so lovely when you plead Dr. Hart."
"Would you stop it? You realize that I am a lawyer as well as a physician? I would be more than happy to file a sexual harassment suit against you Lucard."
"You dare threaten me Dr. Hart?"
"I never threaten Lucard. I merely respond in kind."
He moved swiftly to grab the woman before him. Alexander's hand grasped her jaw and he looked into her eyes. "I do not take kindly to threats my dear. It would be in your best interests to retract your previous statement."
"No."
He loosened his grip on her and brought his lips onto her softer ones. "I have never met a more infuriating woman in all my years."
"Let me go Lucard!"
"You are mine. You may not admit it, but you are. You have been since the moment you stepped into my office accepting my offer. I wanted you then. I crave you even more now Khryssa Hart." He released his grip on her fully at that moment and turned away. "I know not why I crave you like I do. Perhaps it is because you do not make it easy for me. Perhaps because I know one day you would succumb to my charms on your own. But right now, the choice is your own. You may walk away from me completely or you may stay by my side. Your prize is, of course, the people you obviously care for."
"I am not whoring myself to you Lucard." The anger in her voice made him smile.
"Your answer was expected."
Grabbing her again, Alexander kissed her cheek. "We shall discuss this later. I shall see you tonight."
She was dismissed.
"We are not done with this Lucard."
"You are very correct my dear sweet Khryssa."
Alexander sat back down at his desk after she had stormed out. He smiled to himself. That had gone better than he thought.
Two hours had lapsed. Alexander noting the time, walked out of his office. He spoke into his cell phone. "Where would you like to meet Dr. Hart?"
"My office." Khryssa disconnected the line.
"Excellent." It was said to himself.
Opening the door to her office, Alexander walked in.
"Do you not know how to knock?" Khryssa replied irritably.
"My house, my rules."
"What do you intend to do Lucard?"
"I have a proposition for you Dr. Hart."
She grimaced. "Yes?"
"You will be my public face. You will be on my arm, publically. When questions are asked, your word is mine. You do this and everything shall return to normal." Reaching out he stroked her cheek.
"If I refuse?"
"I will destroy everything you worked for my dear."
"I cannot believe I fell for your deception."
"It happens to the best of them Dr. Hart."
"Tell me more of your terms."
Alexander smiled coolly. He knew he had her. "It will be for the public only. I will not try to control your, private affairs. I will elevate your position to – "
"No."
"No?"
"I like what I do. There will be no change to that. I will be your public face. I will stand by your side, in public venues. I will speak for Lucard Industries. That is all I will do."
"I find your proposition acceptable."
"Are we done?"
"Not yet." He kissed her lips, sealing the deal. "You are such a beautiful woman Khryssa. This will certainly be my pleasure."
"Unfortunately, I do not see the feeling as being mutual."
"Fortunately, to me, that does not matter."
Alexander walked out, leaving Khryssa with her anger. Putting her head in her hands, she could not believe what had transpired. He was doing all of this because of the decision to step apart from each other? There it was, the ever returning headache appeared once more.
The days fell away and months began to pass. Khryssa became the face of Lucard Industries. She was the one that was asked the questions and told of important news to the world. She stood by Alexander Lucard at social gatherings. They looked, to the people around them, like a happy couple. The news spread fast and it was not long before Khryssa had to answer to her family.
"Hi Uncle Gustav." She said after answering her phone.
"Khrys what is the meaning of this?" Gustav demanded an answer.
"What is the meaning of what Uncle Gustav?" Khryssa knew what was coming.
"You are on the television speaking for Lucard and the reports of you being involved with Lucard?"
"It is merely business. I am not involved with Lucard other than for business purposes." Anymore, was the silent addition.
"Khrys one of Christopher's magazines reported that you and Lucard are dating!"
She had to wonder which one did that. Who would care anyway? "No Uncle Gustav, we are not dating. It is merely a publicity stunt. To be quite honest, he and I can barely stand the sight of each other." That was somewhat true at least.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Uncle Gustav."
"Why don't you come by the house and we can talk? I want to make sure that he has not bespelled you Khryssa."
"He can't."
"What do you mean he can't?"
"I mean that he tried to put me under his control, and was unable to. There is something about me that does not allow for it to happen." Did she sound as tired as she felt? Most likely, Khryssa decided.
"That is amazing Khrys! We will have to look into this at length!"
"I need to get back to work Uncle Gustav."
'Of course, have a good evening. And Khrys?"
"Yes Sir?"
"Be careful, I do not like this one bit. Alexander Lucard has an ulterior motive. Do not ever believe otherwise."
"I know Uncle Gustav. Have a good evening yourself."
Hanging up the phone, Khryssa noticed the time. Seven o'clock, damn! She was being picked up in an hour to go somewhere with Lucard. Shutting everything down, Khryssa ran out of the office and headed for home.
It took no time for her to get dressed. A quick clean up, re-apply makeup, and do something with her hair and she stood there in front of a closet in her underthings.
What to wear, what to wear, what to wear, she thought while glancing through the closet again and again. Stepping into the depths of the walk –in that was kept for her evening clothes. I hate wearing this stuff. I wonder what he would do if I showed up in jeans, she mused. Most likely it is best not to find out. Finally settling on a rather unique gown, she stepped out.
The gown was Oriental in style, fitted tight from the high mandarin collar down to the hem at her feet. The dress left her arms bare. There was a slit that led up to mid-thigh on the left. The under fabric was simply a heavy black silk. The over layer was a patterned lace set with silver. The back was bare, save for the lace. It left a pattern of butterflies over her pale skin. At six feet tall, Khryssa did not need to bother with heels. Instead she chose a pair of black slippers that matched the dress to perfection.
She had just finished putting on a pair of diamond earrings, when the doorbell rang. Walking downstairs, she did not bother to look out, she knew who it was.
"Good evening Alexander."
"You look stunning Khryssa." He admired the dress, it fitted her beautifully. She wore nothing else besides the earrings, letting the dress speak for itself. It was perfect and understated. He appreciated how she looked.
"Thank you."
Offering her his arm, she took it. In case anyone was watching, they acted out their roles in public to perfection.
"What is the destination tonight Alexander?"
"La Langue Souit in the city my dear."
Khryssa nodded. "Our dinner companions?"
"We shall be alone tonight. We will have the entire restaurant to ourselves. We need to talk. I know how you feel about neutral grounds."
"Alexander." Her voice carried a warning.
"Yes, I realize I am bending the rules of our agreement. For once Khryssa just do as I ask, please."
She nodded again, yet a feeling of unease sat in her belly. For an hour they road together in silence, the car came to a gentle halt. Khryssa looked at Alexander Lucard with a distinct wariness in her eyes. Escorting her out of the car, he took a possessive stance with her as always. She had gotten used to it. Alexander let his hand rest lightly on the small of her back. He could feel the warm flesh beneath the lace. Entering the restaurant right on time, they were greeted by the maître'd.
"Monsieur Lucard, Mademoiselle Hart, welcome to our humble restaurant. If you would join me please, I shall show you to your table."
Khryssa smiled politely, but she could feel her nerves begin to fray already. What was he up to this time? Alexander took her hand, and they walked together. He leaned in, inhaling the spice and sweet of her perfume.
"You do know how to make an appearance Khryssa."
Once again the polite smile returned, murmuring softly she responded. "Thank you Alexander."
Once seated, the experience began. They dined, drank wine, and conversed lightly. It was a respectable meal with respectable conversation. Khryssa finally began to relax. It was just a meal after all. Reaching across the table, Alexander took her hand. After a quick check to make sure that nobody was about, she raised her brow at him.
"You have not had enough of the play acting Alexander?" She spoke extremely quietly.
"Yes I have. That is the reason why we are here."
"Oh? Do tell please kind Sir."
"I have tired of this Khryssa. Your discomfort with me is no longer palatable."
"Discomfort? I have always behaved properly when I am in public with you." The tender smile was not believable with the murderous look in her eyes.
"I believed that if you spent time with me, that you would come to see my position as something better." He paused. "I had thought if you and I were publically declared that perhaps we could change our pattern into something more intimate."
"What on earth ever gave you that idea?"
"I have never had a woman refuse me Khryssa."
"Get used to it Alexander." She smiled a brilliant smile.
"Why must you be so difficult? You are an exceptional woman Khryssa Hart. Your knowledge is beyond measure. Your wit is divine. You can drive a man to complete and utter distraction with your beauty. Yet, you will not follow a simple request."
"You cannot force me to want you Alexander." Rising from the chair she walked around to him. Alexander looked upon her, not expecting what came next. Khryssa dipped to her knees on the floor at his feet. The silk and lace skirt of her dress fanned out before her. She took his hand. Whispering to him, there was sadness in her voice.
"Do you not understand Alexander? You cannot impress me with power. Your money means nothing to me at all. You are the most desirable man I have ever had the chance to meet. Yet, none of this matters to me." Looking for the words to continue was difficult at first, and then they flowed. "I do not need such things. The night of the Winter Ball when we danced together, you held me not as an object, but someone to be treasured. Even when you objectify me, I am still your treasure. When we spent the evening in the café talking and I could look into your eyes and see you relax. That meant the world to me. There you captured my heart. Later, I gave you my body. It wasn't because of whom you are Alexander. It was because of what I saw inside of you. You envision yourself to be some monster, and I have seen the opposite of that."
She released his hand and began to rise. Reaching out, Alexander caressed her cheek, urging her to him. Khryssa paused; she stayed upon her knees and looked up to him.
"Why do you not want what I can offer you? I can give you the world. All you have to do is ask."
"I don't need the world Alexander. I have more money than some small countries. I have all the fame that I can handle. Power is easy to gain, if you know how. I have had everything I have ever wanted, except love. Oh yes, my family loves me. I have never known the love and romance that fills the lives of a man and woman when they connect. That is in which I am lacking. That is what I have always lacked."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because Alexander, when I suggested we part on our own terms, you tried to force me to do your bidding. It doesn't work that way. There may have been others in your long life that has coveted such. I do not. You became angry with me. I believe it was because you thought I had dismissed you."
Alexander nodded, not saying anything quite yet.
"I did not dismiss you. I knew then that I was not what you wished for me to be."
"You know not of what I wished." His voice sounded hoarse.
"Then what is it that you desired Alexander?"
"To have you as my own."
She sighed. "That is the problem Alexander. You wished to possess me. I need to be loved."
Alexander pulled Khryssa abruptly to him. A brutal kiss took her lips; he could feel her gasp beneath him. He fumbled for a moment, his fingers threading through her dark hair. The single comb that held the mounds of curls in place was pulled free. Delicate ringlets dropped down her back and he ran his fingers through their softness. Breaking the kiss, Alexander noticed her lips. With the force that he had used on her, he had cut the gentle curve. The longing to taste that small bit of blood was too much. He kissed her again, this time gently. The sweetness of her blood was astonishing. It was like nothing he ever tasted before and in an instant it was gone.
Khryssa pulled back from him, distress was evident on her lovely features. The look alone hit him hard. "I am sorry Khryssa. That was inappropriate of me." He wanted to taste her again; there was something he wanted more. "May we try again? You and I that is, may we try to be what each other yearns for?"
"You are willing to compromise Alexander?" The note of humor in her voice was easily detected.
"Perhaps, just this one time I shall consider it." The same bit of humor was apparent in his voice as well.
She kissed him. The skilled hand of a surgeon pressed against his cheek. Alexander raised his hand to cover it with his own. "You never cease to amaze me Khryssa."
Kissing him again, she murmured a soft sound. "Mmm?"
"Shall we take our leave my beautiful Khryssa?"
"Yes please."
Alexander helped her back to her feet, only to pull Khryssa close to his body. Slim and sleek, she molded against him perfectly. His lips brushing her ear, the warmth of his quiet voice was a delight. "I believe we have both chosen well."
Khryssa slid her arms over Alexander's broad shoulders and pulled him just that much closer. "I believe you are correct."
Picking her up into his arms, he carried her out of the small restaurant. The car ride took forever. Alexander refused to allow Khryssa to leave his arms. For once, she did not fight him. They took the chance to know each other in a different way. Music, books, the arts in general were discussed. Even though Alexander had teased Khryssa about playing chess once before, he now discovered she was actually a chess master. It was her turn to tease him.
"You do realize that the rook is next in power to the queen correct?"
"I do play the game, yes."
Khryssa gave him a smug smile. It was then that he realized what she was referring to.
"Are you insinuating that you are my queen?"
"Perhaps." Khryssa was trying very hard not to laugh.
"Then my Queen, we have arrived at your castle." The chauffeured vehicle pulled to a stop at the home of Alexander Lucard.
Khryssa started to protest. All it took was a kiss to silence the sounds. Stroking her hair, he said two words. "Trust me."
Nodding mutely, she did not argue further. Alexander slid his arm around her slender waist. Letting his fingers splay across Khryssa's hip, he took the lead. Guiding her inside, he navigated them both through the corridors of the castle. Khryssa looked at Alexander with confusion.
"Where are we going?"
"It is a secret."
She gave him a questioning look and he just smiled. Finally coming to a door, Alexander stopped her.
"Turn around if you would Khryssa."
Doing as he asked, she turned around with her back to him. Removing the tie from his tux, Alexander used it as a blindfold. Covering her eyes completely, he whispered in her ear.
"Can you see anything?"
"No, not at all." The curious note in her voice was apparent.
Taking her hand, they passed through the doorway. The night touched her skin. Khryssa lifted her chin upwards and tasted the air against her lips.
"Where are we?"
"About ten more steps and you will know."
She laughed softly. She took the steps; Alexander kept her hand within his grasp.
"We are here." He lifted the makeshift blindfold from her eyes.
"Alexander it is beautiful!"
They were in a small garden. The pathway was paved with cobblestones. The ivy covered trellis was strung with fairy lights that had been turned on earlier. The night was awash with the scent of jasmine and lavender. He led her further down the path. There was a small clearing beneath a well maintained hardwood tree. Alexander brought her over to the clearing where a large plaid blanket had already been spread out.
"You planned this out ahead of time?
"Well, yes."
Khryssa started to laugh softly; she rose slightly to kiss Alexander's jawline.
"Thank you, it is amazing."
There was another blanket set to the side, along with a small thermos. Alexander moved them and sat down. Extending a hand for Khryssa to join him, he smiled up at her. "I am happy that you are pleased."
Stepping out of the dancing slippers that she wore, Khryssa took his hand and sat down with him. Both looked comfortable in the night air even in their evening best. Taking the thermos and removing the top, a drink was poured for her.
Accepting the drink in the thermos top from his hand, she looked at it questioningly and took a sip.
"Coffee! Ah now the evening is perfect." Khryssa winked at him. Her love for coffee was notorious.
Taking the other blanket, Alexander brought it around her shoulders. Looking into her eyes, he smiled tenderly. "The night compliments you my dear."
"It is you that makes the night Alexander. I have never looked at it the same since I met you."
"Why is that?"
Taking a sip of the coffee, Khryssa considered the question. "You know that my youth was filled with stories of you and your deeds. When I met you, I saw something different. You own the night. You do not fear it. I have never seen such a look of peace and serene beauty as I have with you looking out into the darkness. It is truly a sight to behold."
The breeze captured her hair, blowing it back away from her cheeks. Tendrils licked fair cheeks; to Alexander she looked like a fallen angel.
"Do you come out here often Alexander?"
"Since it was finished, this is the first time that I have been out here."
"Oh, it is new then?"
Reaching out, he tucked an errant curl back behind her ear. "I had this built for you Khryssa."
"For me? But why?"
"I wanted to show you something."
"I don't understand Alexander."
"I wanted to show you that I would try."
"How did you know I would agree to try again?"
"I did not know. I had merely hoped for a second chance."
Taking another sip of the strong coffee, Khryssa smiled gently at him. "I am curious Alexander. Why have you gone to so much trouble? You can have your pick of women."
"I do not want other women. I hunger for you." Holding her with a steady gaze, Alexander noticed that she looked bewildered by his words. "You do not understand do you?" He asked gently.
"No, I do not." It was not an issue of self-esteem. Khryssa just did not see herself any different than anyone else.
"It goes beyond your beauty Khryssa. Yes, you are an exquisite woman. It is more than that. You are compelling. I find you to be innocent, yet not naïve. You look at the world with a smile that reaches your very soul. You care for others and it is the others that come before you. I have seen the look in your eyes, before our courting became soured. At one time, you trusted me more than I trusted myself. My darling Khryssa, you gave me your trust. You knew all of my flaws since even before the day you met me and you did not draw away. You cared about the man before you and not the man I had been. That is reason enough."
"I have no idea what to say to all of that."
"What is in your heart Khryssa?"
"You frighten me Alexander. You frighten me to my very core." She saw the look of shock on his handsome face. Shaking her head, Khryssa began to explain. "You have the ability to hurt me. I don't worry about you harming me physically. You could easily break me yet I do not worry about the physical; I worry about you breaking my heart. You alone could shatter it until there is nothing left but tiny shards that could never be put back together again. That is what I fear from you. I have seen both sides of the man. You can be tender and sweet when you are getting what you desire. Yet, the minute I have challenged that, you turn cold and demanding. It is difficult."
Alexander kissed her. His lips caressed the soft swell of the delicate creature before him. Dipping his head, he rested his cheek against Khryssa's shoulder. "I am trying to change that, for you."
"I don't want you to change Alexander. It was not someone else that I looked upon with such passion. It was you."
"Then what do you want Khryssa?"
"For you to realize that I am human and that I do not do well with certain demands. If you want something of me Alexander all you must do is ask."
He breathed the words in her ear. "Is it really that easy?"
"Yes."
"You are a dangerous woman Khryssa Hart."
She had to chuckle at that, giving her head a shake. "I am harmless, as long as I do not have a scalpel in my hand. There are benefits to being a surgeon after all."
"You are the human that tamed Dracula, who could be more dangerous?"
"I have not tamed you. I merely invited you to look at the situation in a different light."
"Oh is that it?"
"'Yes, it is my feeling upon the subject Alexander." Khryssa furrowed her brow. "Which do you prefer, Alexander or Dracula?"
"Alexander. There is less of a chance for a slip up publicly."
"That makes sense." She nodded.
"Do you have a preference my enchantment?"
"Your enchantment?"
"You do not like it?"
"I never said that. I was just surprised is all." Lying back on the blanket, Khryssa looked up at the skies. The castle was far enough away from the small town so that the lights did not interfere with the night sky. She stayed silent for a moment and then turned to look at Alexander. "I can't believe you did all of this."
"To see you smile, I would give up the night."
Alexander moved to her. A gentlemanly sprawl followed. Placing his head on her hip, an arm curled around her slender form. Khryssa reached for him in the night. Running her fingers through his blond locks, she closed her eyes and spoke into the breeze.
"I would never ask that of you."
"That is the reason why I would give it up." He ran his hand across her bare skin. Tempted to expose more of it, but knowing it was too soon. A look of displeasure dashed across his face. "You are cold."
"There is a chill in the air, yes. I am fine though Alexander."
"I do not want you getting ill once again, especially if it would be at my doing."
She continued to stroke her fingers through his hair. Long lazy strokes that were so very gentle lulled Alexander with the tranquility of the beautiful night.
"It will be dawn soon Khryssa."
"It is that late?" She was taken aback. Had time really gone by that quickly?
"Yes. The sun will begin its ascent in approximately twenty-two minutes."
"You do have a knack for keeping me up until the strangest hours Alexander."
"Will you watch the sunrise with me?"
"I would be honored to Alexander."
He sat up. The instant that he moved, Khryssa missed the gentle weight against her body. She began to rise as well. Alexander pulled her gently to him. Guiding her to sit between his thighs, he curled her into his arms. He spoke low and warm against her ear.
"Tell me what you see Khryssa."
Leaning back into his arms, the smile that appeared was one of ease. Her dark eyes looked out to the horizon. The first strands of light had just begun to break through. "What do I see? The night is laying down to rest and the sun reminds us that what lies in the dark is also there in the brightness."
"Do you fear the night my darling?"
"Not at all, I welcome it. After all, you are born of the night and linger within its shadows, yet when the day comes you are the same as you were. Hence what lies in the dark is also there in the brightness."
"Shall we go inside?"
She shook her head. "I need to go home Alexander. I need to change my clothing and clean up some."
Alexander looked apologetic. "I took the liberty of procuring a few items on your behalf."
She thought about a sarcastic remark and then bit her tongue. He was trying. He was trying to be helpful in fact. Khryssa started to smile. "How did you know what to buy?"
"I have been in your home before. When you were ill, I looked about some. It was quite easy to get the proper sizes. Your tastes do not mirror my own, alas. I took a bit of a liberty in choosing certain items. You have enough garments, cosmetics, and general items to last for a while."
Khryssa tilted her head back, kissing Alexander's jawline. Soft lips lingered upon the roughness that was beginning to appear. "Thank you."
He visibly relaxed. "I thought you were going to be angry."
The words came slowly, with thought. "I think my first emotion was to pull away. I realized you were not trying to be controlling as much as you were being generous. I appreciate it greatly."
It was a start, for both of them. "Will you stay?" The words were cautious.
"Yes I will stay."
When Alexander smiled Khryssa could see what a masterpiece he truly was to behold. His now mussed blond locks and shadowing of a beard across his jaw did not draw from his magnificence, but added to it instead. Helping her up, Alexander led her back inside. They paused briefly at the entryway, then smiling to one another while looking back over the garden. They soon retreated into the warmth of the castle.
Alexander held her hand lightly as they walked through his opulent home. The sheer size was daunting to most anyone, and that included Khryssa. The far part of the castle was more modern. It was there that the bedrooms, dressing rooms, general living quarters resided. Alexander brought her to the dressing chambers that he had designated for her use. Everything that she could possibly need had already been placed in the room for her. Clothing, shoes, lingerie, cosmetics, hair tools and products had been purchased specifically for her. Opening the door for Khryssa, he lingered at the doorway.
"Will thirty minutes give you enough time?"
"That is plenty. It does not take me too long." She smiled gently.
"I shall be right across the hall if you are in need of anything Khryssa." He turned to step away.
"Alexander?"
"Yes?" He paused.
Khryssa stepped to him and kissed the corner of his mouth gently. "Thank you again."
"Think nothing of it. It was truly my pleasure."
They left each other's company. When they parted Alexander wondered if she felt the need to stay within each other's sight as he did. Khryssa didn't bother looking in the closet. She wanted a shower, now. Stripping off the clothing, pausing only to hang up the dress, she entered the shower. The cascading water came from all directions. Jets were positioned every six inches or so from the ankle to the head on three sides, with a larger one overhead. The hair products were the same ones she used at home, Truffle by Fuente. Washing her hair and doing all the other tidbits that were required in the shower, she finished quickly. Rubbing some of the stay in serum into the ends, she twisted it back into a bun. Makeup was the easiest part. There was no need for night time dramatics. A touch of color, a bit of gloss, a final sweep of mascara and she was done. Steeling herself for what could possibly be in the closet. She knew that Alexander was fond of more of a formal look than she was.
Taking a peek in the lingerie chest, she was rather surprised. It was expensive, of course, but it was nothing outrageous. Picking out a very pale lavender and crème silk crepe bra with a matching thong, she slid into the delicate garments. The closet was an adventure. Everything from bikinis to a few formal gowns lined the deep walk in closet. Putting her face in her hand she thought Oh Alexander, why so much? The realization that this was nothing compared to his wardrobe came right after. There were at least jeans. Sliding into a pair of boyfriend cut Wantanabe's, the hunt for a blouse began. There was nothing that looked suitable for what she wanted. A grin appeared. Sliding her feet into a pair of moccasins, she opened the door. Making sure no one was around; Khryssa went across the hall to where Alexander was.
Walking in without knocking, she surprised him. He turned sharply, while tugging a pair of black Zimmerli boxer briefs on. Khryssa just stood there, wide eyed. Her hand had flown upwards to cover her mouth. She had seen him naked before, more like felt him naked before. Seeing him like this was astonishing. He had to be the most majestic man ever created.
"Did you need something, besides a blouse Khryssa?" He was amused by the look on her face.
Shaking her head, she went to him. Threading her fingers into his hair, she kissed him. Never had she kissed him like this before. Her lips met his with hunger. Biting down on his lip, she purred with delight. A wanton need stroked fires that she had not even known that she had were now ignited. Alexander slid his hands to her waist, bringing her hips to his own with force. Denim was ground against him, while Alexander's strong fingers battled with the front button of her jeans. Khryssa pulled away from his hands and broke the kiss. His eyes alight with the frenzy of his ardor gazed upon her with question.
She slid down his body. Her knees rested upon the thick ornate rug. She looked up to him with reverence. Sliding the black fabric down, she exposed him. Khryssa could feel his fingers pulse against her scalp, urging her on. She made love to just one part of him until she heard Alexander cry out her name.
"Khryssa, you must stop. I cannot control myself much longer." He rasped out.
That was what she wanted. More than she wanted to breathe, she needed to taste his pleasure on her tongue. Alexander's grip within her curls tightened. He called out her name over and over again. It was his mantra. Continuing sucking she drank of his pleasure and it was divine.
When the tidal waves of pleasure finally ceased, Alexander pulled away. Khryssa brushed her cheek along his thigh, resting there. He let his fingers slide across her warm skin. His eyes were still closed.
"That was unexpected."
She nuzzled against him. Inhaling the warm comforting scent of his skin, she just nodded. Helping her to her feet, Alexander captured Khryssa in his arms. A kiss drifted across the swell of her lips. He smiled gently, brushing the tendrils that had escaped back.
"May I ask what brought that on?"
She turned crimson. Hiding her face against his shoulder Khryssa spoke softly. "You just looked like" She didn't know what to say. "perfection."
"I might have to cultivate that look more often."
"Please?"
He laughed. It was a warm rumble in the early morning. Kissing him again, Khryssa looked into his eyes.
"What are you thinking my dear?"
"It is nothing."
"Oh?"
"I suppose I should find a shirt and let you finish getting dressed."
"I don't know, I believe only one of us is overdressed at the moment and it is not me."
It was her turn to laugh. "Insatiable!"
"I will not argue this fact when it comes to you."
Pulling away from him, Khryssa walked over to his closet and disappeared within. Alexander watched her with a raised brow wondering what she was doing. When she reappeared she was wearing one of his white dress shirts that he wore for the office. It was a custom Charvet. While it was quite large on her, it looked perfect. He chuckled.
"Raiding my closet now?" He gave the hem of the shirt a tug. "I believe it does look much better on you than it does on me."
"I think we will have to agree to disagree on that Alexander."
He got dressed as well. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a plain light blue button down shirt, he was soon dressed. Khryssa looked at him with the same look he had given her.
"Is something the matter?"
"I didn't realize that you even owned a pair of jeans."
"I didn't. Not until I went shopping for you did I ever bother to purchase a pair."
"Wait. You went shopping?"
"But of course my dear."
"You did the shopping for me? You didn't send one of the members of your staff to do so?"
"No. I wanted to do it."
"I do not understand you Alexander."
"What is there to understand?" He kissed her gently. "Khryssa I have all the money a man could ever need and every day that amount grows. You are in the same position that I am. What you spend matters little to your overall financial situation. It is how you do things that matter."
"Point taken Alexander."
"Do you need to rest?"
She shook her head. "No, someone was feeding me coffee until the wee hours of the morning. I feel fine."
"Neither do I, so what would you like to do?"
"Well I know I should go into the office for a bit, but I sincerely doubt that is what you have in mind."
"You work too much Khryssa."
"That is what people keep telling me."
"Would you please hand me my cell phone?"
Looking around before finally spotting his phone, Khryssa handed it to him with a curious look. Alexander pressed a button and fired off a command to the person on the other end. Hitting the screen to disconnect the call he smiled.
"Grab your bag, we have plans."
She looked at him warily. "You are not going to inform me of where we are going beforehand are you?"
"Of course not. You do have your passport with you correct?"