I knew that Stefan Salvatore was rich but I had no idea how rich he was! As we drove all of the way towards Mayfair, my eyes started to grow wider and wider. I have never been down this part of London before as I live on the other side of the city so I became very nervous. This is one of the richest parts of the city and I was about to walk inside one of the houses that I had heard about and seen in films! When arriving outside his house, he told me to wait there, walked around the car and opened my door for me to walk out with his hand stretched out for me to use like a proper gentleman! I have never seen someone do that for years! I know he is from America but over here it is very hard to find a decent gentleman who would do that anymore! Slightly pressing onto his hand he helps me out of the car and walks me into the house.
His house is stunning! It was a typical town house with tall cream walls, wooden floor and paintings everywhere. "Your house is amazing." I said bending down to take off my high heels moaning a sigh of relief when my bare feet touch the cold wooden floor. Hearing my sound of relief, Stefan laughed
"Why do you girls wear shoes like that when they clearly hurt your feet?" he asks "It's always baffled me"
"It's meant to make you look sexy, taller and thinner" I say mockingly
"Well it worked." He blurted out catching my gaze awkwardly before walking towards what looked like the kitchen. Wait...did he really just say that?
Pulling myself out of my moment of thought I heard rustling of opening and shutting cupboards from the kitchen "Would you like a glass of wine?" He calls from the other room trying to change the subject.
"Yes please." I answer following him into the kitchen. He pours us a glass of red wine each and we sit down into the living room which could easily fit my bedroom twice over! Taking a sip I turn to him relaxing in a black leather chair.
"Thank you for letting me stay tonight. I don't particularly want to walk into Caroline and Matt getting together."
"That's not a problem" He says to me turning to face me on the long matching sofa. "I'm sure that would have made things awkward going home."
"You have no idea." We laugh together making images in my heads of the scene I may have had to come home to. Taking a sip of wine I try and change the subject.
"So why stay in England? Why don't you move back to America?" It was a question that had been burning in my head for some time and I thought this would be a time as any to ask him.
Stefan moved his head to face the ceiling dramatically thinking with his finger and thumb on his chin. "Hmm.. well. I love London, I always have. I don't really remember much of my childhood in America. I only really remember here to be honest and I don't think I want to."
"Really? Have you ever wanted to travel the world?"
"Oh yes I have travelled already. I've been to most of Europe, Asia, Australia and most of America. But I've always found England home. It's an exciting city and so much goes on here I am never bored. It's the home to some of the most amazing history in the world so... why anywhere else?"
"I guess I've never thought about London as being somewhere other than a busy city. Have you never wanted the quiet life Stefan?" I asked.
"Hmm... This is starting to sound a bit like an interview" He joked making me laugh "In answer to your question no. I don't like the quiet life. We only get one life we might as well make the most of it as we can. I think I would go mad if I was in a quiet place for too long."
"Do you know what, I'm the same. I don't like the peace and quiet for too long. It just means nothing is going on!" I answer "Even if it's just having a bit of music in the background, it just calms me down."
Watching him smile at my comment, I start to wonder what he is thinking when he stands up from the chair and walk towards a large frameless mirror on the wall. He waves his hand downwards in front of the mirror and suddenly I realise it's not a mirror. It's a CD player! After Stefan pressed a few buttons, the sound of Frank Sinatra fills the room and I am instantly turned into a jittery school girl.
"I love Frank Sinatra" I say to him excitedly mouthing the words of "Under My Skin" as he walks over to me and holds his hand out.
"Let's continue the dancing we were doing earlier."
After a moment to realise what is going on, I put down my glass to take his hand and hold my other hand on his right shoulder. Swaying to the rhythm of Frank Sinatra I say into Stefan's ear "How did you know I like this music?"
Giving me an all round heart-stopping smirk he answers while spinning me "You seem like one of those girls who likes the classics."
"Well you got that very right Mr Salvatore. I love his songs" I say showing a full beam smile causing him to smile in response.
After a few minutes of dancing he whispers to me in my ear "I like it when you do that." He said looking straight at me.
I look back at him puzzled. "Do what?"
"Smile. You have this little crinkle in your nose when you smile. It shows more when you laugh"
"Really?" I answer quietly. No one had ever said that to me before. To be honest I liked it making me blush for what seemed like the tenth time tonight. He nodded in response.
"Well, I like that you noticed" I inform him. The sound of 'Moon River' playing in the living room moved us closer together and we started to sway to the music.
"Don't act so surprised. You're very beautiful Miss Gilbert. I'll be surprised if no one has told you that before."
We stop dancing as I answer staring at each other, our faces inches from the other with the sound of Sinatra still playing softly in the background ironically singing 'The Way You Look Tonight'. "I have had compliments before from previous men... but that's what they say in hopes to get lucky."
Stefan chuckles in response "Well I think they said it because it's true. I haven't said it to get into bed with you tonight Miss Gilbert. I've said it because it's true." He pulls a stray hair away from my head and continues "Maybe you should try and believe in yourself more".
With my face this close to his I realise his features. His sharp jaw bone, the small freckles on his cheeks, the lines under his eyes from what looks like lack of sleep or from being tired and his lips... His wonderful thin pink lips that I suddenly get drawn to when I look at them. I'm transfixed by his face and I'm hanging onto every word he is saying. Time has stopped still and although we are alone, there could be a major disaster outside and we would never have known. I am lost in him... in our own little world and all I can see is him in my sight. I feel the temperature start to heat up in the room but I don't care. Where Stefan is holding me has suddenly become like fire. The reality of what he was saying causes my throat to close up and I choke out 'I will' knowing that deep down I still don't believe a single word he said even though I want to.
But tonight I let myself believe it and I feel our faces get closer. I see him lean his head down to mine and not being able to bare the heightened emotions running through me I shut my eyes. My senses immediately sharpen and I feel a light brush against my lips. My stomach turns and I see fireworks dancing in my eyes. I have never felt this giddy before and I feel my skin ignite and my heart pound as my lips brush against his again and again. Each time as soft as the next. Kissing him back we start to sink into each other. His head moving to my neck to give butterfly kisses over and over again heightening everything around me and I place my hands on his back to keep my balance.
Eventually parting, Stefan and I kept eye contact while we stood there panting in the living room.
"Wow" Was all that I could say after that amazing rush. That was the best kiss I have had in my life! Stefan laughed and nodded in agreement. Knowing that I was probably setting myself up for trouble, I moved in to kiss him again but I felt a hand on my chest and a note of objection from Stefan. What?
"I just... I don't want to get carried away. I'm not a one night stand kind of guy...despite what the papers say" Stefan said making that last comment before I could interject.
Feeling a little disappointed I just nod "So what kind of guy are you?" I ask being curious
"I'm a guy that likes to take girls on dates and then see what happens. I don't want to just have sex if I don't like the girl" He answers honestly pulling a strand of my fringe behind my ear.
"Seems like a fair reason." This was all that I could think of in response. Looking at my watch to avoid the silence that followed I groan "4am. I have to be up in a few hours to go to my apartment and work."
"Then maybe it's best we go to sleep. I have a presentation in the morning anyway to sort out." He answers not looking upset we didn't go any further. Trying not to make the situation any more awkward than it was since I would happily jump him right now and grab those lips of his to mine, I walked with him up the stairs and he showed me to the room I'm staying in tonight. He walked me to the front of the door and we kiss each other on the cheek good night.
"Thank you for letting me stay here tonight." I say quietly
"It's not a problem. Good night Elena." He answers back walking towards his room.
"Wait." I say stopping him in his tracks. "Do you think that things would have... if we hadn't...?"
"Probably" He answered clearly knowing where my question was going. "Just because tonight didn't happen, doesn't mean that I haven't taken a shine to you Miss Gilbert." He answers with a smirk.
I physically relax in response "Good...I'm glad to hear that."
"Let me know when you have to go and I'll drive you to work in the morning. I get up at 7.30am every day" He answers with his smirk still in full show.
With that I watch him walk away until he is out of sight and make my way to the large double bed waiting for me to sleep for all of 3 hours.
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