Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

He moved quick enough but not hastily. It was like a reaction or maybe just an instinct based on what she said, how she said. Harper knew she felt drunk not just from the alcohol but also from his scent. There was something about this man that she felt drawn to. She only just met him but there was this inane need to be near him, take in more of his scent and practically melt. She felt like this high school girl who was experiencing a very real and deep crush, something more than she felt with her actual boyfriend. That if this guy looked at her a certain way, shed most likely melt. The entire time she just wanted him to look at her and if he did, she would feel like her entire world would suddenly make sense that the very bane of her existence would suddenly have a purpose. Perhaps it really was just the alcohol. Or it was ever more the fact that she had never done something like this in her entire life and she wanted to keep going. She didnt want the night to end, not when she just got some shred of confidence, enough to not be a warbling mess around him that couldnt even put a coherent strand of a sentence together without sounding like a stuttering hot mess. That and she just wanted his attention on her and on her alone. She liked his company and she liked being near him. Perhaps she had enough confidence in her to make sure she kept his interest. The womans decision only went so far and if the guy was not interested, well its not like she could force it. She felt something that she didnt even feel with her boyfriend raw danger and even rawer excitement. She was the moth to his flame and she was so close to getting burned most likely but she couldnt help herself. Before she knew it, Harper found her back against the edge of the bar and this man was so close to her, all she could drink in was the closeness, the edgy purr to his gravely voice and his musk that she inhaled like it was the most addictive cocaine. Perhaps it really was the alcohol that let her inhibitions go free because she didnt even recall her boyfriend right now. It was just her and this masked wonder that made her head do some incredible thump-thump-somersaults. She wasnt aware of anything. All she was very aware of was his body against hers. His body heat seared into hers and warmed her even more than the alcohol did and her heart was thrumming insanely in her chest she wondered if he could see it pounding through her rib cage like Jim Careys heart did in The Mask . A soft gasp came from her as he posed a rather remarkable question. Was she going to let go enough to actually drift away with one of these men and let them ravish her? What struck her more was that he did not include himself in that list of a potential warm body and company for her tonight. He was talking of other men, like he was purposely letting it be known that she would not be acquiring him for the night, no matter how cheap of a price. She swallowed hard. Was that rejection without even expecting it? Is this what rejection felt like? Because it was exactly the reason she didnt particularly try to let herself go. She wasnt sure how shed respond to it. She was left confused, her hand empty of her wine glass which she didnt even realize he had taken from her. Her lips parted slightly as he cupped her chin and brought their faces so close and that confusion nearly took a toil. He was attracted to her. She attracted him yet he made no discourse or declaration that hed take her that night. Was she really so upset about that? Izabel didnt have a boyfriend but Harper did and it mattered because Izabel didnt really exist, it was all Harper. Yet she was almost obviously upset that she wouldnt be whisked away by this mysterious man wearing a mask that made his green eyes as alluring as a flame for a moth to find so irresistible. It was like she didnt have a boyfriend at all and it scared her but she didnt care. All she cared about was that she wouldnt have a night of endless passion with this man when she so badly wanted to. That sting of whatever kind of rejection it was seemed to fade away by his encouragement and she found herself gently smiling. Her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth grazed her neck, leaving delicious shivers in its wake and she leaned into him almost, eager for something more. It never felt this hot. I-I dont know. She wasnt sure if Izabel would disappear and if he would see through to who she really was without truly knowing. Right now it felt like Izabel was slipping away from her but she didnt care. She wanted this man to see what was underneath her mask, her dress, her lingerie and see all of her. She wanted his sexy perusal to drink in from head to toe and then have him do unspeakable things to her that shed never speak of outside of the Manor. A night to remember. She just might be one step closer to achieving just that. Suddenly all her morals of sleeping with a man for money went out the window. She didnt care about the money. She just wanted him. Punishmentit was a very intriguing thought and somehow she didnt think he meant the kind that would terrify her enough to run for the hills. Just the very kind that would arouse her further and make her want to bend to any whim of his. She wasnt sure if she was to feel insulted that he said she should never have been invited or delighted at the prospect that he might be enjoying her company more than he would have gathered, with someone who was not originally intended to be invited as a lady of the night. Harper felt severe mixed feelings and Izabel was simply anticipating the moment she could steal him away. Although Harper was waiting for that moment as well. She looked at him when he pulled back, that lingering nip to her neck making her bite her lower lip. So. Good. So. Tantalizing. She took his hand without really thinking and in a delay response said, Maybe some do. Maybe most just dont know it yet. She was speaking of herself when she said that though. She wondered if hed pick up on it. Surely he would. She was frigid. Id love to dance Robert. And hopefully you mean with you because I believe Ive made my choice. She turned so she faced him, walking backwards as she led him onto the dance floor. I just really hope that you may factor me into your choice. If notwell then perhaps I can earn my punishment elsewhere. She saw the two men she had been talking to earlier and her lips turned up into a mischievous smirk. Perhaps a double punishment. The smooth and slow strings of a divine song began to play and she raised her hand holding his and slid her free hand over his broad shoulder. She turned her gaze up to his and tilted her head a little bit to side. And do tell Robert, what are your expectations of the night? Are you looking for something different or the same charade over and over again?