A New Beginning | By : Lum Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: Please see the prologue
A New Beginning
Ch. 6
Difficult
Madison’s P.O.V.
The architect had been with them for a week, a strange man to be sure. He took his meals in his room as often as possible, conversing with someone only when forced to.
Her father had informed the man that she would be more than happy to accompany him to view the piece of property in which the house was to be built on. Neither Madison nor the architect was looking forward to this unavoidable endeavor.
The day of the guided tour of her father’s property dawned bright and hot. The southern summer had nearly reached it’s zenith in late-July and the maturing fields would need to be harvested just as the weather began to cool in September. The gypsies that traveled near the town would arrive in another month. Her father often employed the young men as harvesters to aide their few able-bodied servants.
A droplet of sweat trickled from the crown of Madison’s upswept hair to pool between her breasts. Her cotton chemise was plastered to her skin under her lightweight linen dress. She had forgone a corset because of the unbearable, blistering summer.
Her boots crunched in the dry grass as they slowly made their way across the plain between the house and the corn fields. They headed towards the neighboring property, a large and prosperous apple orchard owned and farmed by the MacIntires.
Madison eyed the architect warily out of the corner of her eye, looking him up and down. He was garbed in the same clothing he always wore, black linen pants and a white linen shirt. She noticed that his face and collar were damp from his perspiration and the red, irritated patch of skin that bordered the half-mask he never removed. He felt her gaze upon him and turned to catch her eyes.
Amber bored into hazel as they locked gazes. They stared each other down, neither uttering a word as they competed for dominance. “You must be very hot wearing that leather mask constantly in this heat,” Madison goaded.
He did not blink or show any sign of emotion as his gaze remained cool and distant. “It’s such a pity that women must wear so many stifling layers of cloth, especially in the summer. You must be very uncomfortable,” he replied. A twitch of anger flashed across her face as her brow tightened and her eyes narrowed slightly.
Madison broke their locked gaze as she continued her stomping across the field. He knew that he had irritated her by the tightness of her shoulders and the forcefulness of her gait.
His eyes traveled down her figure to settle on her derriere. It swayed deliciously as she walked, a fact she was must likely unaware of. She seemed to be a naturally sensual creature which was made more interesting by her unawareness.
Erik smiled slightly to himself as he followed behind her, his gaze never lingering from her swaying hips. She stopped suddenly after a distance, placed her hands on her hips and turned around to face him. “This is it,” Madison stated sourly as she eyed the piece of land her father had gifted her with.
Looking at that stretch of land made the whole ordeal absolute, as if her never seeing the patch of grass and trees her wedding gift would soon be built on made it less real to her. There was no denying it now; as soon as the house was constructed her father would expect her to begin planning her nuptials.
As the sun continued to rise and sweat dampened her brow Madison narrowed her eyes and decided that she would find a way to counteract her father’s plans. She swore to herself on that grassy knoll that she would never be married. “I will find a way,” she murmured to herself, “simply because I must.”
Erik regarded her warily, barely catching the softly muttered phrase. She would be trouble, that much he could tell. She was temptation personified with a fire that burned inside her, a passion that could consume him as well as destroy him if he was not on his guard. But he was always on his guard, and just as she had sworn to resist he swore to himself that he would persevere.
And so the battle between two began.
Author’s Note
Sorry that this is so short. It was a very important chapter and between moving and getting a job I waited until I was happy with it. I think it’s a good start for Erik and Madison’s little feud. If you see any out of character-ness or something reads weirdly please let me know along with any suggestions. I’m always happy for a swift kick in the butt to keep me on track. Thanks again for everyone’s reviews!
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