Chapter 6 Temptress

• My heart slipped a beat as he stood in front me, he was so handsome, and without warning I leaned in and captured his lips, he kissed me slowly as I melted in his embraced.
• Soon he lifted me and kept me in top his deck and I smirked at him.
• “You know how to fucken tease me, what the fuck were you doing dancing like that in front of everyone,” he snapped at me and I smiled innocently.
• “Did you enjoy it?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I smiled at him.
• His gaze darkened, and he leaned in closer. “You, out there with everyone watching, does something to me,” he murmured, and I felt a thrill at his words.
• “So, you didn’t like it?” I pressed, maintaining my seductive tone.
• “Don’t do it again if you’re not prepared for the consequences,” he warned, his fingers gently caressing my jaw as I smiled up at him, my legs playfully lifting toward his groin.
• “And what might those consequences be?” I asked, feigning innocence, my voice a sultry whisper.
• And before I realized what was happening, his lips crashed against mine.
• We kissed hard and fast as he lifted me onto the table, spreading my legs and positioning himself between them.
• I giggled while kissing him passionately, and he held onto me with a smirk on his face.
• “Oh, stop,” I said, and he paused, looking at me strangely.
• “I think I’m going to puke,” I admitted, and his eyes widened in shock. I vomited on his suit, laughing when I finished.
• He just stood there, staring at me; I was drunk and didn’t care.
• “I want to sleep,” I confessed, laying on the desk without worrying about the mess on the floor, closing my eyes as darkness enveloped me.
• I slowly opened my eyes, the room coming into focus as awareness returned.
• It was familiar, too familiar. Silvio's room. I gasped as I sat up, remembering that I had first met him here.
• Looking down at my clothes, I saw I was wearing his shirt, and dread filled me. Did he touch me last night? I thought, trembling in fear.
• The distinct scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of the room. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together how I ended up here.
• Then, like a scene from a movie, Silvio emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped snugly around his waist. His grey eyes met mine, a smirk playing on his lips.
• “How did I get in here?” I blurted out; my voice filled with disbelief.
• He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that reverberated in the small space
• "Ask yourself that after the stunt you pulled at the club last night," he replied cryptically, his gaze flickering away as he rummaged through his closet.
• My heart raced as memories flooded back, fragmented and hazy.
• "What did I do?" I pressed, desperation creeping into my voice. Silvio remained silent, his back turned to me as he pulled out a pair of trousers
• .
• "Just tell me, please," I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion. I really hoped he haven’t touched me, He turned to face me, his expression unreadable as he regarded me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
• "You really don't remember, do you?" he remarked, his tone laced with incredulity. I shook my head, feeling a knot form in the pit of my stomach.
• Silvio sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. He walked towards me as he casted the clothes aside as he came closer to me.
• “No one have ever tested my patience like you do, no one, but you, you do something to me, imagine you standing there and dancing with those men just to get to me, your dangerous, far more dangerous than I give you credit off even when I don’t even know your name,” he breathes out and I held my breath as he spoke.
• My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the pieces slowly falling into place. and then it hit me, what had happened, I had succeeded in getting his attention, and we kissed and then I puke at him. My eyes widen as I looked at him, I wasn’t even expecting to wake up but here I was in his bed, and he wasn’t even looking pissed off.
• "But that's not the worst part," Silvio continued, his voice dropping to a solemn tone. "After getting my attention c just as thing were about to get down, you fucking puke at mix and lost consciousness, no one has ever disrespected me like that, imagine I walking out from my office covered in vomit with you in my arms passed out,” he whispered as he held my chin and I looked up at him.
• I couldn’t read him no matter how hard I tried, I tried to see if he was pissed off, but I couldn’t, he was hard to read, maybe this was how he acted before he killed his victim and it seems I had just signed my death by his hands.
• “Are you going to kill me, because of that,” I whispered and his raised his eye brows at me and smirked.
• “Should I?” He asked and I looked at him, if he wanted to kill me, I am sure as hell I wouldn’t be up in his room, in his shirt.
• “Did…. anything…happen last night?” I asked witty a shaky voice, the idea of sleeping with him made a shiver run down my spine, it would ruin my plans with him and I knew it. He was a type to cast women aside once he was done with them and the fear that he may be the same to me was what I feared.
• “You asked me once, if I was a rapist, and the answer is no, I can’t do anything without your consent,” he teased in a small voice and I sighed in relief, he was watched me as if observing me.
• Guilt gnawed at me, a sickening feeling twisting in my gut. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
• "Oh no, you're not sorry yet. Wait until I'm done with you," he teased, as he grabbed my legs and spread them wide.
• My eyes widened at what he was about to do, and I knew I couldn’t let him. I hadn’t had sex before, and I couldn’t even let him know that.
• “Stop!” I called out, and he froze, looking at me with a smirk on his face.
• “I think I really need a bath, and I’m sorry for disturbing you,” I blurted out, and without another word, I got up from the bed and hurriedly left the room without sparing him a glance.
• All I knew was that my heart was beating faster than before and I needed to get out of here.
• Soon as I opened the door and steeped out on the hallway, o felt suffocated all of a sudden as I walked to my quarters.
• I didn’t want to accept it, I couldn’t but I was beginning to develop a soft spot for him, the way he moved, his stony grey eyes, his long hair, it did. Something to me.
• And what if I fall for him, what happens to the mission, what happened to me. I wouldn’t know what I would do if Eve got rid of me, or our deal was off.
• Soon as I stepped into the servant quarters, I could see the maids gives me odd looks, as they looked at me and tallied among themselves.
• I didn’t know when I walked into someone and just when I was about to apologize, she hit me on my cheek and I fell to the ground.