“You had a say in it, when you were naked when I came in. You were pushing for this, and I'm telling you now, that you got it.”
Cassandra didn’t really feel like she had won anything. If anything, it was like she was being put in her place. Cassandra had never liked that. She refused to talk about it anymore. Cassandra didn’t know what he meant by her being his, and he didn’t elaborate. Instead, he just looked at her amused, and knowing she was mad, he just smiled.
“Why are you smiling like an idiot?”
“Because I’m thinking about in a little while what’s going to happen when we go to bed.”
“Yeah? What’s that going to be?”
He grinned and leaned a bit closer, like he had some great conspiracy to tell her.
“I’m going to lick every inch of you, Cassandra, that’s what.”
She shivered and looked away. All he did was laugh at her red face and Cassandra wanted to deny it, tell him no. She knew that she wasn’t going to, though. How could she say no to him? Why would she want to?
Cassandra sat back and didn’t say a word. That was even funnier to him and she sighed loudly. “You know, you can say I’m yours all you want to, but you keep it up, you’ll be sleeping alone.”
That shut him up and it was Cassandra’s turn to laugh. It was so fast, and she found it hilarious.
“You’re mean. You aim straight for the jugular.”
“Thought you’d see things my way.”
He grinned. “You can claim the win for now, but we both know that once I get my hands on you, Cassandra, I’ll be the one that gets my way.”
Cassandra knew he was right, and she tried to deny it, but it felt like a lie, even to her own ears. The bravado was false and that was obvious, too. Her body shook with thoughts of what his hands and mouth could do.
***
Before Cassandra could find out what Antoine had in mind, Antoine got a call on his satellite phone and moments later, he was getting dressed and saying that he had to leave. He had on light clothes and she couldn’t believe that he wasn’t going to take a heavy coat. It was freezing outside. When she mentioned it, he told her that he didn’t feel the cold.
He gave her a kiss and told her he would be back as soon as he could be. She wanted to ask questions of where he would be, but she’d learned quickly that he was a private man, and she wasn’t going to push it. There was no point. Cassandra just knew deep down that he would be back soon. He wanted her and getting back to her was a real incentive that she didn’t mind using.
That left her in the cabin by herself. It was not something that was very strange anymore. She spent a lot of time there by herself because he was always so busy, doing this and that. She wasn't really sure what it was he did, just that he was gone more than he was there. After what happened at the office, Cassandra didn't really question much of anything. He had warned her that there was danger in their lives. Cassandra trusted Antoine to keep her safe. Maybe she shouldn't, she didn't even know him that well, but she did.
Cassandra went into Antoine's room and looked through the drawings. There were several of them that made her pause. They were pictures of her, many pictures of her. As she worked her way down the disorganized pile on the table, she saw a couple with dragons that caught her eye. Antoine did not really draw fanciful things, but real-life subjects. Pictures of dragons were strange to be in the midst of the rest of his drawings. They stood out, because they were so lifelike, like all the rest of them. But how could a dragon be lifelike?
Even weirder still was the fact that Cassandra recognized the dragon. It was the same one that was constantly in her dreams. The one that turned into a man and made love to her. How could he know what the dream dragon looked like?
It was hard for her to really think about it. She could feel her face getting red and she was thankful that she was alone. He probably wouldn't like her in his bedroom, anyway. He was very secretive, but Cassandra knew that she would not be able to stop herself from asking about the dragons.
The drawings were done so well. So much care was put into each scale and since it was just like the one in her dream, she had to wonder if that was a coincidence or not. Maybe he had dreams about them just like she did? If that were the case, what would that even mean?
She looked around a little bit more, but the dragon drawings were probably the most interesting thing she could find. There were a few old books, but they were written in a language that she didn't even understand, so she couldn't tell for sure how important they were. All she knew for certain was the fact that she was there. There had been a buildup of desire between the two of them all day and she had been looking forward to turning that into something good.
Cassandra started the bath. It wasn't the end of the day and she wasn't even dirty, but Cassandra needed some relaxation time. A tub of bubbles and hot water sounded like just the cure for what ailed her. If that couldn't calm her down, nothing else would.
She tried to push it all out of her mind. She tried her best to calm herself and be patient, waiting for Antoine to come back. He said he was going to be a while though, so Cassandra didn’t have a choice. She was going to have to exercise some of that patience that was never enough.
Her head was back, her body submerged in the water. Cassandra was almost asleep when she heard the front door open. Her mind went to Antoine, who else would it be? She called to him, asking him why he was back so soon.
Cassandra was waiting for an answer and she sat up. She made sure her breasts were out and exposed, knowing how much he liked to see her like that. Cassandra was ready for more attention, even if she was still struggling to get over what had happened before. She was still devastated by the way he looked at her and when he was inside of her, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
Her face fell when she saw someone else there. It wasn’t Antoine smiling down at her from the door. She moved to cover herself, but there was no use.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? It looks like we have a pretty little human, hiding in the bathtub.”
Human?
