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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 12:25 AM Post #1 |
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Marcus walked along the long line that lead towards the club, looking at all the young humans out for a night on the town waiting to get in. Most of them were young, a few of them too young. He made a mental note to point them out to the Jerry, the bouncer. Somebody shouted at him to get in the back of the line, but Marcus walked on. After all, this club was his. In fact, the opportunity to feed was the only reason he had anything to do with the clubs in his territory. This one in particular was quite popular, as the line outside showed, which meant that no one noticed if a few people went missing. Marcus hated having to steal blood, but the precious liquid was difficult to procure willingly, and the city was almost overflowing with people. Jerry blinked in suprise when Marcus walked up to him, which was to be expected, as Marcus didn't often frequent the club. As he passed, Marcus pointed out the children in the line, and Jerry nodded, saying he would send them back the way they came. As he entered, one of the human employees rushed over to take his coat. With a grimace, Marcus shooed him away. He hated fawning, or most of the preening that was involved in the so-called "High Society". Seconds later, Marcus was sitting at his table, watching the young humans writhing against one another on the dance floor. He could almost feel their blood rushing through their bodies. Steam rose up from the floor, collecting near the roof. Marcus could smell it, could taste the flavor of human flesh. It woke him up. Somewhere inside, something primal began to uncurl, flexing as it readied itself. Marcus continued to scan the crowd for a likely meal. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 12:05 PM Post #2 |
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Joss was practically leaning over the bar trying to get the bartender's attention but the group of people around it were so thick and congested the bartender was too busy. Finding a job in this city was proving harder then she thought. She'd been to alot of restaurants and clubs but management would take one look at her and say that either they weren't hiring or that the position was filled. She had always researched her places first and tried to dress appropriately. AS tonight she was dressed in a short plaid skirt of blue and purple, which as she leaned over the bar showed the fact that she was wearing black short shorts underneath, and a black wifebeater over a black mesh top. Her well worn combat boots were the most comfortable thing about her outfit tonight. She held a folded peice of paper in her hand as she leaned over. It was her resume. She was here looking for a job. She was halfway tempted just to jump behind the bar and help this guy out. Just prove what an assett she would be. Just as she thought that someone smacked her ass. She turned to look at a leering guy and she gave him a snarl. He gave her one back complete with pointed fangs. Joss immediatly looked cowtowed. She shrunk back as the man stepped forward. SHe was pushed back against the crowd of people with nowhere to go. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 03:04 PM Post #3 |
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As Marcus gazed at the humans dancing in the flashing lights, he began to grow more and more aroused. The smell of sweat combined with the loud music amplified his bloodlust. He got up and stepped into the sea of humanity. He slipped easily through the crowd, avoiding bouncing humans with supernatural ease. More than one human felt a soft caress as he glided past, but none of them captured his attention long enough for him to do any more than touch. He walked up to the bar and saw the beginning of an altercation involving Mikhail, one of his clans younger members. Marcus slipped up behind the young vampire, placing his hand on the youngling's shoulder and whispering in his ear to find somewhere else to feed. After Mikhail had left, Marcus turned to the youngling's intended victim. "So, are you here to apply? They could certainly use the extra help." He gestured, indicating the busy bar and it's harried tender. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 03:21 PM Post #4 |
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Joss watched as a man came up behind the sneering man, Vampire she realized belatedly. With all the people, dancing, sweating it was impossible to smell straight in the club. But she was grateful for whatever the man said to her would be attacker that made the man leave. "Thanks." She said softly. Giving Marcus a demure smile. Was it that obvious that she was here for a job and didn't fit in? She wondered. She held up her resume. "Yeah. Though I sorta hate to bother him when he's so busy. You wouldn't happen to know who the manager is. Or someone less harried I could talk to about a job would you?" She asked her savior. Though after being assaulted many people wouldn't proceed to look for a job. But Joss was desperate enough to take anything she could get. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 03:38 PM Post #5 |
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Marcus nodded. "Yes, I believe I know the person you're looking for." He replied. "In fact, I can take you to him right now, if you'd like." Something about this girl seemed particularly...attractive to Marcus. He wondered how she tasted. Was she human? It didn't really matter, though Marcus liked to know what he was working with. The smell of human sweat, which had seemed so attractive a few moments ago, now seemed to be more of a hindrance than a help. There were other ways to tell though. He simply had to be patient, and patience was something that Marcus had in abundance. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 03:42 PM Post #6 |
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Joss's eyes alit as this man said he could help her. That was the first good news she'd heard in days. "Really? I mean yes please." She said. If she had been more focused she would have been a little more weary of this man. But in these cramped quarters, loud music, sweating bodies and her desperation for a job she was in no mood to even sense danger in front of her. "Please lead the way." Joss said utterly grateful to this man. He had taken the assailant away. And now was leading her towards a possible job oppurtunity. She motioned for him to lead the way. Grinning a little as she nervously tugged at her short skirt. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 04:04 PM Post #7 |
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"Well then, right this way." Marcus said with half grin that almost approached feral. He motioned towards a door that was to the right of the bar. It lead down a flight of well-lit stairs and into a sparsely decorated office located in the basement. It was where Marcus held all his "interviews" when he was in the club. It was quiet, it was soundproofed in case of screaming, and most important, it was away from the scent of of the club, which meant he would be able to find out what she was. He watched her tug at her clothing. Self-concious perhaps? "Don't worry. Even if you don't get the one you're looking for, I doubt you'll leave here jobless." |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 04:16 PM Post #8 |
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Joss wondered, as he lead her through a door beside the bar, if he worked here himself. As he seemed to know the ins and outs and no one stopped him as he lead her through what she thought was an authorized door. Maybe he was the manager himself? Why hadn't he said anything then. Why wasn't she stopping then though? She followed him down the stairs, which were at least well lit, more so then the dark club that gave her a bit of a reassuring feeling. She followed him into the office he lead her into. Looking around. His statement though caught her off guard. "I... I wasn't aware there was more then one position open?" She said softly standing in the middle of the office looking around. She looked over to the handsom man in his dark attire. She cocked her head at him. Trying to get a sense, a sniff of him, now that they were away from the crowds. "Are YOU the manager here? Putting me to some sort of test?" She asked. AS she did though she finally got a hold of his scent and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. Earthy night... darkness... not human, not were... but definatly other. She stiffened a little. AS a were creature she should be more sure of herself. But she was bottom of the heap runt of the litter, submissive little cat. Anyone non human in her mind, was dominant to her. And this man had suddenly sent her radar off. Too damn bad he was so good looking. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 04:45 PM Post #9 |
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Marcus paused as he closed the door behind him. He pondered her question for a moment before answering. Him? The Manager? "You could say that. I like to take a personal interest in all my...prospective employees, though I find I come here more often than I would like." As he spoke, he made sure the door was locked and strolled over to where she stood. "Please, have a seat." He placed a hand against the small of her back and guided her over to a large, comfortable black leather chair in front of his desk. "Do you mind if I take a look at your papers?" He asked, holding out a hand. He saw her stiffen, apprehension beginning to show. Soon, her apprehension, which was beautiful, would turn to fear. Marcus enjoyed putting his "donors" through an emotional ringer. The adreneline seemed to make the blood taste better. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 05:10 PM Post #10 |
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Her eyebrow quirked up as he spoke. "Owner?" She inquired at his cryptic response. Her cat hearing picked up on the tumbler locking as he closed the door behind him. Even though he tried to hide it. Her fear rose at that move. She might be able to break the lock with her strength... maybe... if she could half shift she could probably claw through the door. But she was not alpha and could do no such thing. Her heart started racing. AS he lead her to the seat she stiffened a little as he touched her. She was suddenly picking up on malice which made her all the more timid and nervous. She shuddered as she sat in the chair. Unable to do anything else. It took her a moment to realize he asked for her papers. She handed her resume over to him. "I... I've had some experience in the large chain restaurants so I'm used to crowds" Joss managed to stammer. Holding to the hope that this was still just a job interview. She had to hold onto something. Come on he saved you from the creep upstairs. He only wants some privacy for an interviewShe tried to convince herself. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 05:27 PM Post #11 |
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Marcus made a show of reading her papers. He reached a hand up to massage his temples, though in reality he was smelling it. So. She was some kind of cat. "Oh, don't mind my standing. I prefer to be on my feet when I think." He'd never thought much of cats. It would, however, be interesting to keep one. He walked around behind her, looking her over. Her hair was a bit short for his taste, but that could be changed. "Yes, I see you've had some experience. You won't have to worry about children here, though. I do have a few questions. For instance, how is your night-vision? You see, the lighting here can get pretty dim, and I prefer my employees to be able to see everything that's going on." He put a hand on her shoulder. "Are you alright? You look a bit pale." |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 05:39 PM Post #12 |
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She stared up at him. Feeling smaller then she alread was as he stood towering over her. She just nodded as he explained away his standing. Her hands started fidgeting with each other as he walked to stand behind her. She sat staring a head as the silence grew for a few moments as he read over her resume. She gave a slightly nervous laugh as he spoke of not having to deal with children at the club. That was clearly evident. When he asked about night vision though she couldn't help but snap around to look up at him. Her face went a little pale. Did he know what she was? Even as he tried to explain away his question. It still felt like he knew that she was a cat and as such had good night vision. "I assure you I can see quite well in the dark." She said a little breathily. God what was he? She inhaled again. Demon... no no not right... no sulfur smell. Vamp He was Vampire. It suddenly came to her. And just as she was about to bolt upright his hand fell to her shoulder. "I... I..." She started stammering her heart racing. She'd never really met a Vamp face to face. She'd only seen the effects on her old Pard leader after he came back from a visit with one. The puncture wounds. The paleness. The loss of energy. Derrick had said it was a necessary evil for them to survive. And he had been the only one to put himself in danger. He would never have asked one of his own to do it. But his son would when he became leader. More effect to the reason she left. "I'm sorry. I just..." Jocelyn didn't know what to say. "I... I'm sorry I don't even know your name. I'm Jocelyn. Or Joss." She said. Trying to humanize him in her mind. Get a name. While her eyes jumped to glance at the door. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 06:10 PM Post #13 |
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"My name? I am Marcus DeGaul." His hand never leaving her shoulder, Marcus walked around her until he between her and the door. He looked at her with what he hoped was a critical eye. "Do you always fidgit like that?" His hand moved up from her shoulder up to her chin, tilting her head back so that she was looking up at him. He gently her head from side to side, as though he was inspecting an animal, some kind of prospective pet. He smiled, imagining her with a collar. "Well, having looked at your resume, I think that I could definetely find you a job here. However, there are other people we could find to help tend the bar. After all, it isn't a job that requires a lot of skill." He brushed a few stray hairs away from her neck with his other hand. He could feel her pulse racing beneath her skin. "How would you like to manage this club? We've lost our previous manager recently, and I've been keeping an eye out for a replacement. You seem to have worked at enough places to understand how things should be run, and I'm willing to take a risk on you." Marcus reminded himself to discipline the fledgling that had accidentally killed the previous human manager. He had worked hard to get the human used to the goings on of his club. He was sure that he could hold this girl, Jocelyn down if he had to, but Marcus wanted her to remain sedate while he fed on her. If she fought, though, he would show her his skills. "Of course, since I'd be taking a risk on you, I would expect...things in return." He leaned close so that his lips were practically brushing her ear. "I want you kitten, and I want you full-time." His voice full of meaning, Marcus stepped back. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 24 2007, 06:49 PM Post #14 |
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She took a shuddering breath as he walked around to stand between her and the door. Her hazel eyes stared up at him as he tilted her chin up at him. She remembered something she had once read in some romance book about never looking a Vamp in the eye and she quickly lowered his gaze to his mouth instead of directly into his eyes as he tilted her head from side to side. What is he looking for? Bites from other Vamps? Does he want a clean palate? She wondered nervously. Her pulse racing even further. Her body stiffened as his free hand brushed some of her hair away from her neck. She audibly took a sharp inhalation of breath. Her eyes widened in shock though as he offered her position of Manager which was more then she had hoped for. She almost couldn't believe her ears. She was struck dumfounded even as she sat there in his grip. "Yes.. Yes I ... I could do that." SHe stammered. However when he went on to explain he would want things from her in return for taking a risk on her her stomach dropped. SHe gulped. Her mind didn't immediatly go to blood. No it went to other things. Things that reminded her of Scott. Except Marcus was far more attractive then Scott. Far more dominant then Scott, though Scott tried to pretend he was, but still it set her alarms off alittle. When he leaned in she held her breath, her eyes closing as his cheek brushed hers so he could whisper in her ear. Her eyes flew open though as he said Kitten. Instantly she knew he knew what she was but he was still offering her a job. And he wanted her? Wanted her how. No one since Scott had wanted her and he only because he couldn't have her. When he stepped back she stared up at him. His voice had been full of meaning but Joss still wasn't sure she understood. He hadn't told her to stand and even though she wanted to she didn't. "Can you define that. What exactly you want of me... fulltime?" She said though her voice was getting rather squeaky. Warring with herself. The part that was attracted to him, thinking he wanted to date her or wanted her body... which could be ok... warring with the rational part that said he was Vampire and only wanted blood and to hurt her. She also knew in a part deep inside herself that she wouldn't turn this oppurtunity down. As long as it didn't get her dead she would accept his terms. Though she was stalling a little on her acceptance. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 24 2007, 10:21 PM Post #15 |
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"What do I mean? I mean that I want all of you." Marcus spun the chair around and began to wheel it around the desk. "I want your heart, I want your body, and I want your mind. When you are not here, I will dictate your life to you. When you want to go someplace, you will ask me for permission. If you disobey me, I will punish you." The chair stopped behind the desk. "I mean for you to be mine, Kitten. Mine, and mine alone." She was smart enough to keep from staring into his eyes, which meant he could not "lean" on her with his abilities. The choice was hers alone. However, if the way she was acting was any indication, Marcus had already won. "You will be paid more than an average manager, of course. You'll be, in a way, my favorite employee." Marcus used his foot to depress a lever located near the bottom of the chair, and it began to extend upwards, bringing Jocelyn closer to him. He began to brush her hair to the side with his fingers. "Don't worry, Kitten. I will take care of you." He laid a piece of paper down in front of her. "All you have to do is sign, and the job is yours." And you will be mine. He thought to himself, smiling. To help her think he gently laid his hands on her shoulders, rubbing her tense back muscles. He longed to taste her, but he would wait. If she signed, he would feed on her. If she refused to sign, he would feed on her, though not as gently. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 25 2007, 03:02 AM Post #16 |
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Joss's breath froze in her throat as he answered her and began taking control of her chair. Wheeling it behind his desk. His words both chilled and electrifed her. It was an interesting dicotemy runniing through her and she was having a very hard time thinking straight as the terms he layed out before her should offend her, should make her run out of the room her brain understood that. But her body her soul knew that this maybe right for her. The money bit didn't even seem to matter at this point. Her brain was certainly not making the decisions for her right then. The breath that had been caught in her throat suddenly came in a gasp as the chair suddenly extended upwards to bring him closer to him. The way he called her kitten. It struck something deep inside her. Her eyes closed for a moment as he once again began brushing her hair back. Then he said the words she had longed to here all her life. Whether they were true or not, he said them. He would take care of her. Her eyes opened to the paper being layed before her. She glanced up at him for a moment then back to the paper. Her brain got ahold of her for a moment or she would have quickly picked up a pen and signed the paper. She took a deep breath as he began kneading the tense muscles in her back. She was still scared and frightened but she didn't see herself turning down this oppurtunity. Not with those words he had spoken. As he massaged her shoulders she took a few deep breaths. She was in effect signing her life away. Stop not smart. Don't do this you stupid Girl Part of her rational brain screamed. But still she leaned forward to pick up a pen from desk and signed literally on the dotted line of the paper before her, her hand shaking the whole while, her signature barely legible.. AS MArcus kneaded her shoulders. Once she was done and had set the pen beside the paper she held her breath once again. As if expecting something. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 25 2007, 11:44 AM Post #17 |
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Marcus gave a predatory smile as he picked up the paper and folded it up, sticking it in one of the pockets in his sweatpants until his could hide it someplace safer. "That's my good Kitten. Good Kitten." He whispered into her ear, speaking as he would to a pet that had pleased him. Once again, Marcus' lips brushed against her earlobe, this time trailing down to her neck, his right hand grasping her forehead and gently tilting her head to the side. He kissed her skin, tasting the light sheen of sweat that had developed there. "And now, Kitten, your first test. Some, I've been told, find this to be quite enjoyable. If you struggle though, it will hurt. I leave that choice up to you." With one last kiss, Marcus bit gently into her skin, his tongue caressing the unbroken skin that he took into his mouth. As her blood flowed into his mouth, Marcus detected the sweet taste of adreneline, along with something else. Despite his age, Marcus had never tasted the blood of any kind of Were-Cat, so he assumed that the unique taste was from her feline side. Whatever the case, Marcus found he enjoyed it. He kept drinking, though he was careful not to take enough to kill her, or send her into some kind of coma. Her taste was exquisite. Something about a submissive woman always seemed better to Marcus, which for a time he had wondered if he would ever taste again. For a time, Marcus had thought that submissive women had died out. However, it seemed he had found one, one that was longer lived than most human woman. Marcus was careful to only take enough to leave his Kitten giddy and light-headed. He disengaged and reached into one of the drawers of the desk, bringing out some gauze. Keeping her head tilted in the same manner as before, he delicately wiped at the wound, sopping up any excess blood that tried to escape while her body closed the holes. "My my, Kitten, but you're quite a find." He kept the gauze pressed to her neck. "You don't have to worry about telling me where you live, or your phone number. I'll just look it up in the application." He removed the gauze and checked to see if the wound had healed yet. Seeing that it was closed, he threw the gauze over his shoulder and got another piece, this time with some medical tape. He firmly placed the gauze over her wound, carefully measuring the tape as he wound it around her neck. After checking his handiwork to make sure the gauze would fall off, Marcus removed his hand allowing her to move her head again. "I think you've done enough for me tonight, Kitten. Rest for a day or two, then come to work in the morning. I'll come by to check on you, and to tell you a few ground rules" He gave her an almost affectionate smile and stroked the hair on top of her head. "Any questions, my Kitten?" |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 25 2007, 12:12 PM Post #18 |
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Joss's hands gripped the edge of the chair as she watched him fold the paper and take it away from before her. She took a quick gasping breath as she felt his mouth trailing down her neck. She clenched up again as his hand gently grasped her forehead tilting her head exposing her neck stretching it out for him. She squeaked as his fangs buried into her flesh. Her eyes closed as she whimpered a little as she felt him taking the blood from her. She tried not to struggle really she did. And there was something kinda erotic from the feeding. The pulling of her blood, his tongue laving over her neck. Soon her whimpers faded into the softest of moans as he pulled her blood from her. This was nothing like Derrick had described to her. It wasn't brutal or ugly. She felt like she was floating. When Marcus disengaged from her she actually tried to lift her neck to keep his lips there. But soon he was tending to the wound. And that's what shocked her. That he took the care to clean the wound and bandage it up. He proved to her right then. That he would take care of her. She sighed as she felt the tape wind around her neck to hold the bandage in place. She just gave small grunts of agreeance as he spoke of knowing where to find her. She was having a hard time thinking about anything but the feeding that had just happened. And the exchange that had just occured. "Yes Sir." She whispered as he told her to go home and rest. A part of her was a little sad to be so easily dismissed from him. But she said no such thing. Her brain was just starting to work a little again. "I..." Joss began taking a few deep breaths trying to think. "Would it be ok to get your number Sir. In case I need something?" Joss asked so softly. SHe was smiling though. Feeling almost a little drunk. |
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| Marcus DeGaul | Feb 25 2007, 12:45 PM Post #19 |
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"Of course, Kitten." Marcus took her hand and, using the pen she had signed with earlier, wrote his cell number on her palm. After he had written it, he reached into another pocket and removed a wad of cash. He pressed a fifty into her hand. "Now Kitten, I don't want you driving home in your condition. Use this to take a taxi." He looked at his newest conquest, at the way she reacted to his touch, his words. Yes, he had chosen this one well. "Don't worry, Kitten. I have some business to take care of, but after that, I'll come and visit you. How does that sound?" He would have to make sure she didn't throw away the medical tape. He planned on using it to get measurements of her neck. One last time, he lifted her chin so that she was looking up at him. He liked the way she averted her eyes. "Come, Kitten. Time to stand up. I know you feel a little tipsy. That is to be expected. I'll take you to the door and to your taxi. After I've taken care of my business, I will stop by your house." Had she been anyone else, he would have asked her if it was okay, but since she was his, he didn't bother. After all, like her, her home belonged to him now. |
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| Jocelyn | Feb 25 2007, 01:02 PM Post #20 |
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Why did just the feel of him writing his number over her palm send electric currents through her. She looked down at her palm at his number. Then watched as he pressed the 50 into her palm. She smiled lightly. Her eyes sparkling in giddiness. She didn't have a car anyway. She had gotten here by buss and walking. Not exactly able to afford a taxi. Here he was taking care of her again. She smiled broader as he said he would come see her after he attended to some business. She was smiling so deeply as he lifted her chin again. She barely remembered to not look into his eyes as he lifted her chin. Dropping them after a brief look. "That sounds like Heaven." She whispered. SHe stood as he commanded. WObbling a little as she tried to get her knees to lock and cooperate. She took a tentative step towards her. "Apartment." She said correcting his term of house. It was good it would give her a little time to clean up her tiny studio apartment. Or at least try too. She really just wanted to lay down. But knowing he was coming over she would pick up for him. "Thank you Marcus." She said softly as she started taking a few more steps towards the door of the office. Forgetting it was locked she reached out to open it but the knob wouldn't turn. She tried a few more times. Laughing giddily to herself. Had she forgotten how to work a knob in a stupor over feeding Marcus? |
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