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Baser Urges	By : PersephoneCorelli Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 4613 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“An hour!! So I guess there’s no chance you’ll tell me where we’re going now, is there?”
He just smiles. Damn, guess not. By the time we finally stopped for the night, I had actually broken out in a nervous sweat. I guess there’s a first time for everything, but this is ridiculous. I waited in the car as he checked us in, looking out the windows for any sign of Olaf. Paranoid? Who me? Never. Upon entering our room, yeah Edward wouldn’t even let me have my own place, I see that he booked us a room with one big bed. Fuck.
Not what I need for this conversation.
“Before you say anything, it’s all they had available.”
I look over at him. It’s not like him to lie so I’ll try to make the best of it.
“Just stick to your side.”
Wisely, Edward keeps his mouth shut. In fact, I can barely see his grin. Good. We settle in and he turns to me.
“So, we’re face to face.”
“Damn, give a girl a minute.”
He lays across the bed and I look about the room. It looks like there are two choices as to where to sit: the bed or the floor. Fuck. I refuse to be uncomfortable while I say this so, the bed it is.
“Sit up so I can sit next to you.”
Edward raises an eyebrow but moves.
“While you were uh, kissing me…” shit I can’t say this. Not to Edward.
“I remember, quite vividly. What about it?”
I struggle to swallow the lump in my throat. How do I get myself into these situations?
Looking him in the eyes, I go for broke and quickly say, “Feelings. I was thinking about what I was feeling. You confuse me. In Santa Fe you made this huge speech about how I was your soul mate and now you are here kissing me, offering for me to feed off of you and apologizing for the past. It’s a lot for a girl to take in. On top of all of that, I’m not sure what all of this means to you, if anything at all. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I need to know what you’re feeling so I can sort through things in my mind.”
At his silence, I look away and try a weak smile.
“So, where are we going?”
As I wring my hands in my lap, I see Edward’s hand cover mine. I let him take my hand but continue to look at my lap.
“Look at me.”
I just can’t. I shake my head and keep my eyes focused downward. The warmth of his hand is melting through some of my embarrassment but I still can’t look him in the face again. I have to know how he feels and I hate that I need this.
“Anita, look at me. Please.”
I sigh and turn my head to his. Focusing my eyes on his chest is the best I can do. I feel Edward’s hand cup my jaw and, the next thing I know, I’m looking deep into his blue eyes. I start to pull my head away but stop as he lightly kisses me. I lean into the kiss and feel his tongue stroke along my bottom lip. I pull away gently.
“No, no kissing or anything until you explain.”
There. I’m holding my ground. The upper hand is……. My thoughts trail off as I feel him run his lips down my neck and along my collarbone. I stand up and cross my arms over my chest.
“Seriously Edward. Spill.”
He’s quiet for so long that I start to think that he’s just trying to spare my feelings. I mean, I’m just a job to him. There’s no connection or feeling. He’s just horny and I’m available due to my ‘condition’. How that just pisses me off.
“You know what? Nevermind. Just tell me where the fuck we’re going?”
He just looks at me with a blank expression. I can’t take this.
“Fine, don’t tell me.”
I go into the bathroom and close the door as quietly as I can. If I let myself go I’ll slam it, start yelling and probably start destroying things. Or worse, I’ll start crying. So, quiet it is. I lock the door and put my gun on top of the toilet. I am going to take a nice long bath. One very good thing that I inherited from Jean-Claude is his love for relaxing in the tub. Ok, so I’m used to a much bigger tub, and company to go with it but I’ll take what I can get and right now, it keeps me away from Edward. I need some time to decide how I want to handle this situation. While I’m filling the tub I remember that I just left a mutilated body in my bedroom. Fuck! What was I thinking? Something has to be done with her. I would really prefer to have her laid to rest in a cemetery…hell, I’d prefer for her never to have been a part of my nightmare. Oh well, nothing I can do about that now so, work with what you have.
I climb into the tub and try to open the link with Richard. I hate to do this but what other choice do I have. Besides, I’ve cleaned up enough of his shit, it’s his turn. Fuck, apparently Richard is busy. He won’t be able to help me with this. I really didn’t want to talk to Jean-Claude yet but I suppose I don’t have a choice now. Opening the link I am immediately enveloped in warmth.
“Oui, ma petite. How may I help you?”
His voice ripples along my skin.
“I have an issue that needs to be dealt with immediately. I tried to contact Richard but that bastard locked me out. There’s a body in my house, in my bedroom that needs disposing of. Please keep this under lock and key and don’t be shocked by anything that you find. I am sorry to put this on you but, as you know, I had to leave town because it was too dangerous for me to stay. Once you see the body, you’ll understand why. Can you do this for me tonight? If you are going to send emissaries, please have Asher go to my house and remove the tombstone first. I don’t want anybody else knowing what it says.”
“Tombstone?”
Groaning I realize that I wasn’t going to be able to keep this conversation short and sweet.
“Jean-Claude I’m hoping you’ll understand that I can’t talk about this in detail right now. I’m scared, tired, dirty and haven’t fed the ardeur in two days. Please just let it go for now. I promise to explain everything as soon as I can.”
“Alright ma petite. I will keep my concerns to myself as well as my curiosity. Please take care of yourself as Asher and I love you very much.”
I feel tears burn my eyes as he mentions their love. I love them so much and yet I can’t wait to be away from them to be with Edward. Is that fucked up or what?
“I love you both too. Please take care of that for me and I will talk to you as soon as I can.”
“Have a good night ma petite. I will see to your home.”
I close the door, lean my head back and cry.
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