Thread: Late night calls and romance novels (me and Notte)

Her words seemed... almost sad. Poetic, in a sense. What is one life if it does not help the lives of others, either beast or man? He said it in almost a mystified voice, like a ritualistic proverb to live by. But he shook it out of his head, not looking at her. He had seen by the back of her shirt that she was, in all practicality, topless, and he didn't need another temptation. Or, if worse came to worse, a lawsuit that these people were so fond over. He forced his head to snap back to facing her, though, after he noticed her heated gaze, heard the slight bite to her words. Is that so? He said, his voice almost a jagged taunt, to see if she would react to him. So your bosses send you out to be the slaves of the writers, to do their every bidding, until they finish their work? I may have to be slow in production of my stories more often. His arms crossed over his chest, framing his upper body well in strong, toned arms. If I was a lesser man, I would have accepted that offer already. Even still, after such time here alone, I... His voice was cut out by the sound of soft padding on carpet above them and behind her, and Alex broke his gaze to look up, seeing the two wolves sprinting down the hallway, jumping down the grand staircase in a single bound, rushing towards the two of them. Alex could hear the growls of the two as they stopped right against Kate, growling and taking a attack stance. But with a single whistle and a dark glance at them, the two wolves circled around her to Alex, turning and facing her while at his side. One of them was a black wolf, slightly larger than the other to show that it was the male, with deep brown eyes. The one on his right was pure white, a snow wolf female with vivid blue eyes. That one looked up at Alexander knowingly before turning to look at Kate. These are my pet wolves. They're rather protective of the estate, and me, but I'm sure they'll leave you alone. He threw it in as a afterthought, before walking past her to the staircase. He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his body, throwing it onto the black wolf before turning to her, his toned body close and in view of her now. Come, I'll take you to your room. He led her up the stairs, taking a left at the top to enter the West Wing. It was like a maze of winding hallway and doors, but not once did he look back to see if she was following him. He eventually opened up a door on the right side, leading her inside. The room was rather large, with two doors on the left side, one of them leading to a closet. The room had no windows, and no lamps, only a ring of candles that adorned the walls all around the room, separated by 2 or 3 feet. The opposite end of the room had a large canopy bed, with black drapes blocking out view of the beddings. There were a few wardrobes, with various sets of clothing from long dresses, to skirts, jeans, t shirts, and dress clothes. She would probably find something she liked from all of them that fit her. The wardrobe closest to the bed, though, was locked. That door there leads to your bathroom. He said, pointing to the closest one on the left. Have a good night. He closed the door before she could say anything.