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Dabbing the fabric across his forehead, he heard her question and he was taken a little aback. He knew, clearly, that he was going to have to have her return to her place to get new clothes for the day, though he was still thinking that she would stay and be lazy with him all day, but that was only a dream. Reality had already set in and there was a look like a deer lost in headlights in her eyes. She was frightened it seemed to be there, and he was fighting the urge to be crushed by her look.
Facing the immediate fact that she wanted to go home now and that she didn’t know where she was, he knew that he would have to have someone take her home. Pressing his lips together and facing the music that she was no longer singing, he lifted his eyes to hers and nodded, squeezing the towel before he set it down briefly. A smile slipped at the corner of his mouth as he nodded. “I can have that arranged. I have forgotten my manners, I apologize.” He said, concerned that she was thinking how society would look at her now that it was morning and she was still wearing last night’s makeup and wardrobe.
Yet she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.
He guided her through the hallways once she had gathered her things and he led her to the gathering area that he had dedicated to his security guards while he was at home. One of them lifted their head and glanced at Daevas for direction. He nodded once and added curtly. “Take her wherever she needs to go. She can come back if she wishes, but if she tells you to leave just come back.” He wanted to make sure that she had a way out. He didn’t like to corner anyone that he was trying not to make feel uncomfortable.
The men nodded once and only 2 stood to walk her out to the car that was pulled up to the car. He motioned them to go warm it up on this chill Chicago morning, and he touched her shoulders gently. “I have to get some work done while I’m able. I’ll see you for dinner later tonight.” He said softly, kissing the top of her forehead.
His usual encounters did not include dinner the next day after their escapade. His men were a little confused as they looked at him while they spoke to her. Their engagement was something they were not used to seeing their boss engage in. With a simple look up, their gazes scattered to different areas of the room. He smiled, shoving a hand in his pocket as he walked her out to the car that had been warmed up for her to go home in. “If they give you any trouble, let me know.” He smiled at the two men who just shook their heads and stepped into the driver and passenger seats, waiting to take the woman home.
He wished to kiss her more, but he was unsure how she was feeling at this point if she would allow him.
It wasn’t until the pair of eyes that had watched them from the shadows in the night reappeared from around the corner, not too far from the residence. The shade continued to move and he moved in a little closer, zooming in with his binoculars seeing that it was just the woman getting into the car…Perhaps this was going to be a little too easy. The men sitting in the front seat from what the shadow could already tell was discussing where they were going to go after dropping the woman off or how the game was the night before.
The shade waited until the car was moving away from the residence before he moved… moved in the direction of following them to the woman’s home.
Daevas let out a very long and steady exhale as he stood there in the brisk morning that was in the city of Chicago. There were souls walking around on the sidewalk already at this early hour of the morning. The sun was peeking through the clouds and the trees were trying to hold their leaves from the bastard wind, but some still failed to hold strong. He glanced around and shoved his hands in his pockets and walked inside, and there he would retire to his study, sending some of his men home to get some rest while he finished work and wasn’t in need of extra guard.
A few hours later, Daevas was tied up in a phone call about the account that he had thought he had settled the night before with the woman…His graciousness was met with blood. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head as he pressed the phone to the side of his face. “What do you mean, he’s dead?” He asked. Jack on the other side of the phone, sighed heavily. “We found him in an alley. Apparently the deal that we had made with the gentleman was taken in a different context. He shot the man in cold blood and ran off. There is suspect that there is someone who had paid him off to do this. My connections tell me that he had such good recommendations until now”
Daevas shook his head and turned around for the 50th time and looked at the window, hoping to see the car would be leaving to go and pick the woman up, but he hadn’t been able to free up the line in case that she was trying to get a hold of him. He squeezed his temples slightly and groaned. “Well then, we must find him. I need what he has to go through with this deal. It is going to break if I have my integrity shot down.” Jack made a nervous sound. “Yes sir. We will see what we can do.”
Setting it on the hook a little roughly, he walked over to his desk and let his head fall as he leaned over the large stack of papers lining out what all the deal entailed and what he was going to be able to do once they all agreed on the terms. So much was riding on this deal, on this agreement for trade business as well locations to open just for their manufacturing. They were riding the line of the technological reboot of this century and he wanted to be on the forefront of it. He had worked too damn hard to stop now.
Peeking around the corner, the woman was watched…the woman was scanned and practically drawn in the shade’s head. She would make an easy target just with a single shot. He hung around the edges of the residence, sure to not make a loud enough move that would disturb the neighbors. Some friends of the shades lived close enough for an alibi if they needed one. Moving their eyes over the residence, he found weak spots easily and laid it all out in his head, he moved with the building until he was able to watch the woman from the outside in a no convincing serial killer way…
A part of her knew that this was not something this man would normally do but she craved to know what made her different. In her mind, he could have any girl he wished and he could do whatever he wanted with them, yet he seemed to want her and she couldn’t quite understand why that was. Ruby had never considered herself to be any special and she would not consider herself to be anything more than plain if she had not be dressed up for her show. Perhaps if she were to stay the night, he would realise just how ordinary she was by the time morning came.
Even though her eyes were tracing the contours of his face, he avoided her gaze as he admitted what she already knew to be true. Even though she had no idea whether she was emotionally ready to figure out where she might fit in his life she was not about to leave in the middle of the night. She was comfortable in his arms and for tonight, Ruby had no intention of thinking about what life Daevas led. She had already given herself to him so she might as well allow the night to unfold however it may. As he kissed each of her fingers and wished for her to stay she nodded. “I will not leave tonight. I cannot promise you that I know how I feel about all of this but I do not wish to think about any of this tonight.”
Ruby lowered her head to his chest and breathed steadily until sleep claimed her. While they had not fallen asleep straight away, the fatigue of their love making had made it impossible for her to stay awake much longer. It was not until the next morning when she felt a light kiss press against her skin that she began to stir, but it was not enough to wake her up entirely. She simply moved her body into a comfortable position and allowed herself to continue to sleep, especially since she did not have an awareness of where she was right now.
She did not sleep for much longer but when she woke up, she was alone as she had expected. It took her a moment to realise that she was not in her own bedroom and that her naked body was covered in sheets that she could not afford herself. Ruby brought her hand up to her eyes and allowed herself a minute to adjust to her surroundings and when she began to sit up, she remembered the night before just as Daevas walked back into the room. Ruby allowed her eyes to drink in his form before smiling towards him and wishing him a good morning much like he had. She only pulled her eyes away when he began to undress entirely. It seemed that her shyness returned now that the intoxication of his seduction had worn off. When he took himself off for a shower she pulled the bed sheets around her so that she did not expose herself to him and wondered what they were going to do with the day.
All she had with her was her dress from the night before and it was not exactly appropriate for the daylight of Chicago. Now she was beginning to regret her decision to go home with him, especially since it would be so obvious to observers that she had gone home with someone she had only just met and that was not exactly something women usually did. “I think it’s best if I go home this morning. I need to shower and change into something that doesn’t tell everyone my profession.” She laugh lightly, still slightly fatigued from the night before. “Would you mind taking me home? I-I do not exactly know where I am.”
Daevas looked at the female, She was more than just a woman, she was a puzzle piece within the grand scheme of his life at this point, and he was wondering what her part of the picture would be like, and he was bound and determined to figure it out. His face had traced her features as she laid within his arms. Her words were not surprising to his ears, she was a very intelligent woman no doubt. Her mind had figured him out rather quickly, at least that is what he thought, but sitting with her now, he wanted to know more about her.
“You’re right.” His eyes did not meet hers as his fingers traced along her collar bone and shoulder. He couldn’t meet her gaze as he spoke. “I am not a man who would keep a woman after a sensual encounter if it was just for sexual satisfaction. However, you intrigue me. I wish to see where this goes and what part of my life you become. If you choose however, to leave, the door is open and nothing will hold you back.” He said honestly. He had learned from a young age that stopping people and begging for attention was going to get him nowhere in life. Hew as not going to hold her back if she didn’t want to have a place in his life.
His breath was finally steady enough where he could talk without taking a deep breath. After his words were spoken though, he finally lifted his eyes to meet hers. “I wish for you to stay and there I could spoil you in memories and adventures.” He said, running his fingers down her arm to lift her hand where he brought her fingertips to his lips where he kissed each one individually. Each soft lips touch, he watched her carefully.
Little did they know, eyes were watching them, eyes were upon his residence and even though his men were on the look out, no one would catch the pair of eyes that would burst their bubble of happiness. Outside on the street, outside of the view, outside of the range that many could see with their own pair of binoculars. Her face was imprinted in the imposters mind…It would only be a matter of time before his own revenge was to be taken on the man who had beat him…who had threatened to kill him, and ruin his name. With a spit of a few sunflower seeds, the man moved into the night, disappearing from the area quickly and untraceable.
Hours later, the sun was peeking into the room. Daevas moved, his arms still around the woman and there he watched her carefully. Her face calm and peaceful, he didn’t want to disturb her. He wanted her to be comfortable. He wanted her to remain peaceful as long as she pleased. Her smiled, kissing her skin softly before removing himself from his bed and gathering his wits as he pulled himself out of the sheets, he let his naked body walk across the room and there he pulled on some trousers, walking from his room with his chest bare. Down the hall, he had a set of weights and places for strength and endurance training. His muscles rippled through sets of pushups and pull ups on the stand he had built himself.
He did curls and squats with a weighted belt, sure to keep his body firm and stout to handle any attacker that would come his way, he would run in the heat of the day to keep his endurance strong in the middle of a Chicago heat and against the strong wineds it always produced. He could go farther in the morning, but he didn’t want to leave the woman behind. He wanted to remain close to her while she was in her slumber.
After his workout, he walked back into his room with sweat dripping from his brow. He touched a towel lightly against his forehead as he walked close to his bed, unsure if she was awake or still slseeping between the sheets or if she had come and snuck around to watch him workout. He was curious to see how today would go and he wished to show her more of the city during the day, if she hadn’t already seen a lot of the city itself.
“Good morning darling.” He had said, his towel tight in his hands as he dabbed his forehead and around his neck and arms to wipe away the sweat before he would steal away to shower. After saying good morning, he grabbed a towel and pulled of his trousers and walked into the bathroom where he slipped into a hot water shower that didn’t take long to heat up .
It didn’t take him long to shower, but he was still wanting to crawl back into bed so he could be lazy with the woman all day, but then a part of him growled for food. Brunch would be fantastic.
It didn’t take long for the man to lead her towards the stairs and out of the attic. They both knew what was about to transpire and every movement they made seemed to be in desperation to fulfil their desires. There was only a moment when there was any distance between their bodies and that we merely to close the door to the attic. When he was satisfied it was closed properly he turned towards her again, engulfing her in his arms and pulling her into his kiss. Frantic and rough, the kisses told of promises that would be fulfilled the moment he had her out of her dress for the second time that evening.
His words had more of an effect on her than the first time. The words he spoke, the way he said them encouraged a wetness that would act as proof of the effect that he had on her. She let out and aroused moan and bit her lip as his hands found the zipper of her dress. Her mind blurred as her hands started to unbutton his shirt, removing his clothing as quickly as she possibly could. With every desperate tug at the material, they etched closer to the bedroom. There was a moment when she thought they might not make it to the bedroom at all before they fell in to each other. She wanted him and it didn’t matter where.
Soon the two were completely naked. Naked of clothes. Naked in their desires and they spent several hours pleasuring and fulfilling the arising needs that had become so apparent between them. This time it was much more fluid. She had been less conscious of the fact that she was naked with a man and less concerned about her virtue being destroyed. It was already too late for that.
By the time they had finished pushing each other as close to the edge as possible, she was left breathless and desperate for oxygen. They were still wrapped in each other and he was tracing his fingers along her bare skin. If it were up to her, Ruby would have him touch her all the time. It was an intoxicating feeling and she was beginning to feel as though she might not be able to live without it. Her breath still hitched every time she felt a shudder caused by his touch. Whatever she was feeling for him and for this moment would not be ruined by thoughts about what he did for a living. She would worry about that later.
Ruby smiled when he spoke towards her, practically whispering as he did. He hadn’t come across as the type of man who would keep a woman around after having sex with her. Yet, she remained lying in his bed with his body wrapped around her own in a way that she thought only couples did. She thought that the smile on her lips would never disappear and she felt more than content in this moment. The silence that followed his words was one of comfort. The only sound coming from the fan and the breathing that escaped the two. Her heart was still racing but it was slowly beginning to slow to a steady pace.
She had been lying on her side, resting her head on her hands with her eyes closed until she felt Daevas shift next to her. Slowly, she opened her eyes and watched as his eyes found her own. She couldn’t help but smile and let out a sigh as his fingers drew patterns upon her naked skin.
“Honestly? I was just thinking about how perfect this moment is and how I am surprised that I am still here. I thought that you might have asked me to leave by now.” She moved her hand to rest on his chest and felt his heartbeat. It was steadier than her own. “You do not strike me as the kind of man to do…this.” She said, referring to the closeness between them that remained.
Daevas was a gentleman at heart. He knew where he stood and how to be a man when it came necessary. This woman standing in front of him pulled at the very strings of his beast…his inner animal that wanted to ravage her in any way possible. It was like clicking at the fence, taunting his beast with every move, sound, look that she was giving him. Her eyes pierced through him like swords, reaching every nerve ending with a single glance at his face.
Little did she know the effect that she had on him…
Her fingers had danced along his skin and she smiled at him, oh that seductive smile hit him like a ton of bricks. Her words, her lips as she spoke taunted him even more now and she was satisfying his ears with the sounds. A smile overcame his face and he continued to hold her hand, feeling the warmth and the reaction that he was feeling in his undergarments below as he walked toward the stairs. He helped her down the stairs and closed up the attic before he wrapped his arms around her waist again, pulling her close to his lips where his own crashed against her skin. His fingers in her hair before he traveled backwards, his lips parting between kisses for air and to speak.
“I need you.” He whispered and before anything else, his fingers pulled at the zipper of her dress. He needed her there. He needed her now. His own clothing had slowly fallen to the floor and soon they were in the bedroom. It was welcoming their inner animals and satisfying the need of physical touch.
A couple of hours later, he was wrapped around the woman, his fingers tracing through her hair as his lips pressed against her forehead. His chest was still trying to regain the breath that she had taken from him the moment his eyes laid on her as she sat on top of him. He was not a man to sleep with a woman on the first encounter, but this woman racked his brain, pushed him over the edge and tested every boundary that he had ever made for himself.
“Your effect on me is out of control. I’m not sure how much my body can take.” He chuckled into her skin, his fingers escaping her hair to rub her back slightly. With the sheets tangled around their waists, he wanted to keep her warm with his arms, feeling every inch of her skin possible even after already being made one with her a couple of times.
“But I’m willing to push it as far as it needs to go to keep you satisfied.” He whispered into her skin, his lips kissing her skin slightly.
Daevas was never romantic. He was never cheesy. He was never the type of guy that would cuddle after sex, but she made him want to do all of that. To give her the world, but he knew that she wouldn’t have all of him. His company was still his prized possession and she still was on the fence about everything that was going on there, but he didn’t want to scare her off just yet.
He didn’t want to ruin the moment yet either.
The house was quiet except for the fan that was blowing on them to keep them cool. His bed was a mess and their clothes were scattered amongst the floor as they had made their way to the bedroom from the hallway losing everything to satisfy their thirsts of each other. Yet, laying her e next to the woman, he didn’t care at all.
His eyes closed for a moment until he pushed himself up on his side and he looked at her, his fingers tracing her side, making circles on her hip. “What is going through your mind right now?”
Ruby was sure that she could stay here forever. She had captivated by the beautiful sights of the city glistening under the moonlight that seemed to light everything up so wonderfully. Now the man before her captivated her once more. Every time she looked towards him, she found herself lost in his eyes and it was something that she was beginning to feel a desperate need for. Her body arched against his own as he wrapped himself around her and the way he groaned seemed to light a fire within her, awakening her need to be fulfilled by him once more. Her heart raced with the desire she felt growing within her and she suddenly became very aware of every movement he made. He pulled her closer to him to that she could feel every crevasse of his toned body and the heat between them seemed to increase in a matter of seconds.
As his hands travelled up to her neck she found a moment of oxygen enter her lungs as he broke the kiss to move him lips to her skin. An aroused sigh escaped her lips as she allowed her eyes to close and a wave of provocation swept over her. His whisper travelled along her skin, causing a shudder to travel down her spine and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from letting out another moan that told him that she wanted him again.
A smile danced upon her lips as he spoke and continued to trace kisses along her skin, pulling her into him as if there was still space between their bodies that needed closing. Every touch and every movement threatened to pull her deeper into his trance. By this point, there was nothing that she could do to escape him. All she could do was allow herself to get lost in him and save the thinking until later. His lips found hers again and she allowed her tongue to dance along his, committing the taste of his to her memory as they tasted each other.
His intoxicating affect almost persuaded her to get lost in him right there. Every nerve ending of her body was crying out for his touch and she wanted him to take her as he had on a few hours ago. If it were not for their surroundings, she might have taken the lead and done just that, pulling into a sensual moment where they could both reach ecstasy but he had already pointed out that there were nails and all sorts of traps that offered potential dangers towards them. While she was sure the passion of the moment might have been worth it, she didn’t want either one of them to get hurt in the process. It was clear from his words that he hadn’t wanted to stop but his desire to be a ‘gentleman’ was something that seemed to take over his instincts completely.
At first, she just nodded towards him to acknowledge that he had spoken, not really knowing how to respond him. Her breaths were still heavy and she found her arousal was still prominent. Ruby bit down on the inside of her lip so that she could gain some control over her inhibitions. His hands in her hair was almost enough to tip her over the edge and she found herself in need of breaking eye contact so that she could focus on something other than him. It was when he posed his question to her that she found the courage to form her words. A seductively smile danced upon her lips as she ran her finger absently over the hand that had gripped her own. Her eyes tried to find his but he was not looking directly at her.
“I have no intention of going home tonight.” She said in a whisper, ready to follow him wherever he intended to take her.
The sight was definitely something to see. It was something that not many had the opportunity to enjoy. He liked to only show a select few. The moonlit cast shadows across the buildings gave a soft glow that even a photographer couldn’t capture with the best lens. He knew that only with the view from the eyes could only hold the image and maybe someone could create it with the strike of the hand. It held the feeling that something that most Americans had in their heart. Freedom, and the ability to be able to do anything in this world. Right there, in front of you was the city, you could grab it and pull it into your heart and control it with everything you had. If you worked hard enough, if you knew the side streets and the ways that the city worked, you could do everything in perfect clock work timing to be able to control what happened.
This is how Daevas worked. He wanted to know every piece that made her tick. His intention was to be a part of her life in a way where if things were to end, he would forever be etched in her beautifully intricate design. His eyes traced over her profile as he glanced away from the view. The way that her lips curled to produce a smiled whisper that the view was beautiful, he simply nodded, not wanting to ruin the moment with physical words. In that moment, in the back of his head had thought of many ways to be romantic and to be even more of a charmer, but he let the view do the talking for him.
He simply stood against the edge of the window, glancing out, trying not to get his head stabbed by the nails and such that were above him. His tall frame was bound to be splintered. He let his hand trace small circles in her back as they looked out for a moment longer, letting the cool wind hit their faces, trace and caress their skin as they stood in the way of the window. They had the ability to watch the city grow…live, and carry on through the night. A completely different type of life came out at night. Those who usually didn’t do well for the world struck out at night in search of their next prey.
It wasn’t until she was moving in his arms when he found himself looking at her again. Her movements were fluid, filled with grace and poise as she had taken her hands to envelope around his, curving her body into his. The warmth of her skin was radiating from his own as she moved closer to him. His first instinct was to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to him, but he let her do her thing. He let her come to him and show him how much she wanted him.
His eyes traced her face as she spoke. Those beautiful lips pursed so effortlessly to produce the words that drove a straight injection of pure serotonin and happiness surging through his heart. [i I do not know what you are doing to me, Mr. Black] … Oh the words that she spoke, the way she spoke them and even the soft whispered tone that she used as she connected the dots between them and planted her lips on his made his head spin. His lips moved with hers and instinctively he wrapped his arms around her, a groan escaping from his lips.
He crashed her body against his. His fervent need for the woman was growing stronger with every moment their lips pulsed together. His free hand that wasn’t around her waist slowly traced up her hip to her neck where he angled it just right, breaking the kiss to savor the taste of her skin under his tongue. Pausing for a moment, taking in a breath as he heaved in heavy breaths against her, he whispered into her neck. “Ms. Grant, you haven’t a single idea as to what effect you hold on me.”
He let his lips carry over her skin, her hands kneading into her back, curving over her rear for a moment or two before he carried his face to reach her lips again and there he devoured her lips, loving the taste that she produced for him. He let his lips speak for themselves until he was pulling away breathlessly and there he stared into her eyes, tracing his fingers through her hair, feeling the softness of the curls between his fingers.
“As much as I want to show you the effect you have on me, I want to be a gentleman…” He pressed his lips together, swallowing slightly. A part of him wanted to have her against the window sill. Other parts of him was fighting the hormones raging through him to be the gentleman and just let her lay in his arms that night…He wanted to be mischevious and lean her close to the window before taking his way with her, but he would wait for her response, let her take the ropes as she was already doing a fantastic job…
Moving his hand from her back, he let it lose and there he held onto her hand, lacing his fingers through hers as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, looking down into her beautiful eyes. In this moment he felt like a young 17 year old boy on a first date that actually meant something to him. He felt awkward and shy in the back of his mind, but his physical aged mind was all ready to take her by the hand and lead her down the stairs again and carry her to the bedroom…
He was all about taking her by the hand to show her another view…
He cleared his throat in response to hold himself to a higher standard of gentleman as he glanced to the side. “Do you want to stay with me tonight?”
Ruby watched as he seemed to keep his intense gaze upon her. She was almost sure that he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling in every single moment. It was as though he was peering into her very soul when he looked at her, drinking in every aspect of her that he possibly could. The way he smiled told her that he had more to say and as he spoke, every single word etched into her. She believed every word but there was still something that allowed a small crease of doubt to enter her mind. Their acquaintance was still so new and to proclaim that he wanted her directly in her life was a terrifying thought. She had only moved to Chicago a few weeks ago and with a new job to manage, she wasn’t sure whether a relationship would be too much to handle, especially since he appeared to have an element of danger imprinted upon his lifestyle.
Rather than making any attempt to relay her feelings to him, she had changed the subject successfully but she couldn’t help but blush when he winked towards her. There was something about him that made her feel as though she was no longer the strong, independent woman she considered herself to be. With him, she was nothing more than a woman who could so easily fall in love with a man who had claimed her virtue for himself. He was certainly holding all the cards and she was unsure of how that made her feel. It wasn’t until he was standing beside her and holding his hand out to her that she even realised that he had moved out of his seat in the first place.
For a minute, she simply stared at it, wondering what might happen if she were to take his hand; wondering whether she could trust herself to withstand his intoxicating effects and remain sober in his presence. Whatever he had to show her could have been the end of her will to stay away from him. Her gaze moved from his hand to his charming smile and she found herself taking his hand and rising from the seat that had grounded her for the time they had spent dining together. For a moment she stood there, entangled in his gaze unsure of what he might want to show her expression must have showed her nervous anticipation as he tried to reassure her.
“I do not know why, but I do trust you.” She said simply, returning his smile before following him upstairs. The butterflies in her stomach seemed to awaken as they moved. Unwarranted nerves overcame her as she began to consider all the possibilities that might have motivated him to take her upstairs. He had already taken her once this evening and knowing that devious look in his eye it was a possibility that what he wanted to show her was something similar. Instead, she was surprised to watch him reach up towards the ceiling to pull down a ladder that would take her up into the attic. She watched as he started to climb and waited for him to signal that she should follow him. Ruby carefully analysed where to put her feet, routinely checking how near she was to the top, all the while wondering what he could possibly want to show her in his attic.
When she reached to top she allowed her head to move round so that she could take in the sights of the small room. There was barely any space available for the two of them so Daevas had an excuse to wrap himself around her. It seemed that his intentions were not solely selfless. Ruby laughed nervously as they tried to avoid the dangers of the attic, all the while trying to figure out why he had brought her here. It wasn’t until they stopped and he reached out that the reason was finally revealed. As the sight before her was revealed, her lips parted with awe and her breath caught in her throat. She had never seen anything quite like it. The city looked beautiful from his height and the moonlit buildings were all the more spectacular from this view. She had be awe-stricken the moment she had arrived in Chicago but this was certainly something else.
For a moment, she had almost forgotten that she had company. It wasn’t until he spoke and ran his fingers along her back that she had been reminded of that. Her nerve endings felt as though they were on fire again and his touch lit a new fire of passion deep within her. Her throat began to dry up and she swallowed to remedy it as she continued to look out of the window.
“This is so beautiful.” She said, her voice barely even a whisper before she turned to face him. His features in the darkness of the room looked all the more appealing as the moonlight crept upon his face. Now her breath caught in her throat for a very different sight. Ruby reached out and took his hand before stepping closer to him so that her body was only an inch from his own. She took one last look out towards the city before turning her attention back to Daevas.
There was no way of suppressing her desire to feel his lips upon her own and she decided to give in to her desires for the moment. Slowly, she leant forward until her lips were hovering above his. “I do not know what it is you are doing to me Mr Black.” She whispered before closing the distance she had left between their lips, sinking deeply into a kiss that threatened to blur her mind once more.
The way that she looked at him told him that she was clearly affected by his movements, by his gaze, and earlier proved that she was affected by the way he touched her. It was satisfying knowing that the woman had a draw to him, because it settled it the thought that he had in the back of his mind that she could walk away without a single look back. It was a rather disturbing thought but he knew he had to stand his ground if she decided herself that she could not handle being in his life simply because of his line of work.
Her eyes seemed to be comforted when he offered the explanation but he could see some look of confusion spread over her face, but the way that she spoke to him showed otherwise. She spoke very educationally and with ease, though her voice and face did not match. The way that she looked at him made him think that she wanted him again and yet her words were not matching the thoughts that were unknowingly similar. Continuing to look at her, he simply nodded his head. “I don’t expect you to.” He said simply. “You asked for an explanation after I gave you permission to ask, so of course I obliged.”
His eyes traced her face as a smile came across his face. “I do not want to hide anything from you. My intentions with you are very clear. I want you here, in my arms…in my life.” He said, his eyes never faltering from hers. Seriousness was spread over his face. He meant every word. He knew from the moment that she was alone with him and kissed his lips that he wanted more than just a one night stand or a contract…
As she expressed her gratitude for the dinner and him hosting it, he couldn’t help but smile a little more. “You’re very welcome. I like to treat my guests with utmost respect and how I do that is through their stomach.” He winked at her with a chuckle before he pulled his napkin off his lap and set it beside his plate.
As he looked at her again, the thought of how beautiful she was spread across his mind. It was plastered there, and all he wanted to do was give her the world. Yet he knew…small steps. Rushing led to nowhere. With a deep exhale, he looked around and stood, pushing back his seat and come around the table, holding his hand out to her.
“I would like to show you something.” He hoped to clasp her hand and help her stand. His eyes looking down at her as he would do so, feeling his fingers encircle hers. A smile on his face. A charming man that he was…he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and carry her away. The way that she was…it intoxicated him. He wanted nothing more to have his fill every day of his life. He could see it in the subconscious of his mind…
“Just trust me.” He chuckled as he led her up the stairs. Reaching the top, there was a string that led to a small cubby hole in the ceiling. He let the ladder string down and he climbed up first so then he could help her find her footing and get up with him. There they would stand in the middle of the attic of the third floor of his town home. It was quiet and stuffy in the small area. Boxes were stacked against the wall of the small space and he had to wrap his arms around her to keep her close enough so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
“Watch out, the spikes from the roofing are very dangerous around here.” He said as they walked toward the small window along the far wall that was mere feet away from them. He reached for the latch and pulled it just right so that it would click and then creak open. There, it was the perfect view of Chicago. It was high enough to see everything in the city…at least see the skyline just perfectly. The moon had made its reflection on the buildings and the light spread over the city, but the soft city glow sparkled from there position.
“I wanted to give you another sight that you could appreciate in this big city.”
His fingers traced the small of her back as he leaned a heavy arm against the tilt of the structure, his arm crooked from the weight slightly. He wanted to see her reaction to the sight as his eyes traced her side profile…Even in the moonlight she was beautiful…at every angle.
Part of her did not really want to know the answer to the question she had posed. She was overcome with the fear that he might admit something that would put an end to whatever it was between them. Although their first meeting had been that very evening, she knew that it might break her heart if she were to never see him again. The pace of her heart beat was quicker than usual and she bit her lip nervously, waiting to hear whatever it was he had to tell her. All she could do for now was attempt to read his impossible expression. The silence between them seemed to last for a lifetime and she watched him as he shifted his posture so that he was now leaning over his elbows on the table.
When he addressed her, she could not figure out whether he appeared to be angry with her question. His expression gave nothing away as their eyes locked together, every moment her heart threatened to beat right out of her chest. He seemed to shift his posture again before laying it all out for her. Of course, she already knew that he was the CEO of Black Industries. He was not telling her anything she did not already know yet but she continued to listen without a moment of interruption. At least now he seemed to clarify exactly what it meant to be CEO of Black Industries. It was nothing that she understood and none of his explanation seemed to tell her why he felt the need to carry a gun in order to succeed in his business, at least not yet. She swallowed when his side of the conversation seemed to move towards addressing her initial question.
Ruby felt relief when he looked away for a moment as he continued to talk. She used the moment to compose herself and forced herself to stop biting at her lip anxiously. She could understand the passion he felt for his work and she recognised that he cared a lot about his reputation and his business. When his eyes met hers again she could have sworn that something stabbed at her. If there was one thing Ruby would never understand, it would be the effect that this man had on every ounce of her being. She wasn’t even sure she would be able to leave him if he were to admit he was a cold-blooded murderer. That thought alone terrified her.
As he began to offer her an explanation she was slowly beginning to understand why he had threatened the man but there were surely better ways to deal with an employee who stole from him. What she could not understand was why Daevas hadn’t simply called the police and allowed the law to deal with it like most businesses would have. As if he read her mind he moved on to explain why he could not simply go down the route of law and she took a moment to contemplate what he had told her. She couldn’t pretend to understand the complexities of running a business, nor could she pretend to comprehend the amount of pressure he must have felt on a day-to-day business, simply for being the man he was.
[I Judge, Jury and Executioner.]
How many times did he had to embody the role of an executioner in his line of work? Ruby allowed the silence to settle between them for a moment as she started to formulate some sort of response. She allowed herself to take a deep breath before nodding towards him.
“I guess that I might understand why you feel the need to go about your business in the way you do but I cannot pretend that I enjoy the thought of you ever being anyone’s ‘executioner’.” She paused for a minute, taking the opportunity to look towards the window before looking back towards him. “I appreciate your honesty. I suppose it really is none of my business and you could have simply told me that it was not my right to know.” Even now in the most plutonic of moments, she still felt the desire to climb over the table towards him and allow herself to fall into his passion. The very thought made her stomach flip and the heat rise to her face without so much as warning.
Ruby cleared her throat. “Thank you again, for hosting this dinner. I rather enjoyed eating something a little more upmarket.” She said with a smile, trying to change the conversation to something less serious.
Daevas had leaned heavily against the back of his chair, his arm draped across the one next to him as he looked at her, simply tracing the look of her face and her posture. She showed that was not quite comfortable with his intense stare at her, but she didn’t seem to flinch at anything he did. He pressed his lips together, rubbing his fingertips together for a moment in place of their silence. It definitely was not awkward or unusual of the silence as they enjoyed their food. He always loved Marian’s food even when it was quick and easy. If he was to follow some of her recipes it would take him hours to cook something that usually took her maybe twenty minutes total both in preparation and cook time.
“Often what I mean is I usually have it in my office. She is gracious enough to bring it to me some nights or the men deliver it to me. I usually am in the office working late after everyone else leaves.” He said softly, his eyes tracing the food as Marian finished up tending to everything. He smiled at her as he mentioned the car to make sure that she got home safely. He knew the temperament of many men these days when it came to ladies of color, but he was not one of those. He held standards for how people treated himself as well as his employees. They were not objects, but people. He learned that at a very young age…
Expressing her gratitude to his question, he nodded once and smiled evenly as he reached for his napkin, holding it loosely in his hand before draping it over his leg out of habit. “I will definitely let her know when I see her next. She will be happy you liked the food. She for some reason is always a little insecure about how she makes food.” He said, glancing at the food that she had prepared. It not only satisfied his nostrils, his taste buds were very happy with the exquisite tastes. Smiling at her, and as they people had left it was only moments of silence before he knew that they should go ahead and discuss her worries that were seemingly plastered all over her face.
The way that she was twiddling with her hair and with her fingers in her lap, he knew the woman was intelligent and would want to have some answers with what was going on around her. She was not oblivious as he had noticed in the car when she had been a little worried about his exchange that included the sound of a gun going off. Letting his words come slowly and meaningfully over his lips, he watched how she was a little more uncomfortable with what was going on. He didn’t mean to come across that way.
In a way he did, and it was the kind of man that he was. He was gracious and generous, but when it came down to business and discussing those matters he was guarded and very careful in the words that he would possess. Unsure how the woman would take his words, he waited patiently, wondering as to what questions she would have the heart to ask. His matters were private and he was not very comfortable with letting a complete stranger in, but if she would stay around after hearing a gun shot, it was definitely a risk worth taking…but only a little risk. Nothing major…
[i What kind of business you are really in…]
Oh the words made him want to smile, but he decided not to as he didn’t want her to think that he was mocking her. Pressing his lips together in a hard line as he watched as her lips curved to produce the words. Such courage…Straight to the point and very much in tune with what answers she wanted. He gave her props, he was used to women asking him where all the places he had been or something similar since he was the bachelor that was young and wealthy. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table softly and tangled his fingers together. “I figured you would come out right and ask that.”
He met her intense stare with his own and he cleared his throat, moving his dishes to the side for a moment and then he settled back into the comfortable position again. “I am CEO of Black Industries. I engage in the different transport of mechanical parts and prints to different buys all across the world. We build, design, and plan the structures of modern vehicles and other forms of transportation such as jets down to the simple boat in the water. We are in constant need of ideas and ways of enhancing the machines we use on a day to day basis.” He sighed heavily. “And you are correct, most business transactions do not require a gun. This is an instance where the dark side of business has to come into play.”
He ran his fingers through his hair, looking off. “I am a man of integrity and honesty. I am not one to cut corners in either creation, installation, or the performance of my products that I give to this world. The earnings of all the hard work my employees are put forth are very important to me.” He said softly, his eyes slowly returning to her own.
“What you heard tonight was a paid employee that crossed my boundaries of generosity and decided to be greedy.” He sighed. “We found that after a package that I had paid to deliver was not the full amount, we traced it back to his hand in it. Apparently he had been stealing from me for months now.” He lifted a brow, his face completely serious now. “I do not take stealing a light threat. As I am aware that everyone in business faces these things, but I require standards of the men and women who work for me. Some people will never understand that.”
He bit his lips for a moment before releasing it slowly. “I hate to go into the basics of guns, but the man himself was setting me up to look like a cheat. My reputation as a businessmen is what keeps me competitive in this day and age. I have plenty who will stand by me as I have always held up my end of bargains. It was a warning more than anything.”
Her traced her face with his eyes once more, unsure if she would believe anything that he was saying. “There are simpler ways of handling this, such as firing him or suing him, but unfortunately throughout my time working with the justice system I am faced with the fact that my business matters simply do not matter to them. In the stance I take in my company I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner.”
It certainly was a completely different side of life here. From the moment she looked upon the house she knew that Daevas was clearly a wealthy man, but to hear that he spent most evenings dining in such a way was undoubtedly eye-opening. As he spoke, Ruby couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alluding to the fact that he often entertained women in such a way. Instead of allowing her mind to dwell on such things she decided to distract her thoughts with other things and lowered herself into the chair that he had held out for her, thanking him as she took a seat.
As he sat opposite her she could feel his gaze on her with that hungry stare that she had come accustomed to in the short time they had spent together. Her hand played nervously with her hair as she tried to avoid his eyes while Marian continued to tend to the table. His demeaner was so kind and caring that she could hardly believe that he was the same person who had felt the need to handle a gun to complete his business. It was surprising that someone of wealth would treat one of his employees in such away and that thought brought a smile to her lips. She had experienced men of wealth before and they were certainly not as kind as Daevas appeared to be.
Soon enough they were left alone, both feeling the need to appease their appetites after the couple of hours they had spent working it up. The silence was not awkward or uncomfortable but one that Daevas seemed to feel the need to expel as he took a break from eating the food before them. This time she permitted herself to look into his eyes as he questioned her taste towards the meal, not wanting to appear rude. She placed her cutlery down and reached for her napkin so that she could cover her mouth as she finished the bit of food she had just taken before nodding towards him.
“The food is wonderful. You must make sure that my gratitude is passed on to Marian when you see her again. She has quite the talent when it comes to flavours I see.” She said, looking down at her half empty plate. It was quite unlike any food that she had eaten before but her tastes were usually quite simple and such rich flavours were simply not custom to the type of food she usually ate back home. Whatever Marian had done with this food was working for her and if she wasn’t already beginning to feel satisfied from the meal, she might have insisted upon eating plenty more.
Ruby set her napkin down on the table and allowed her hands to drop into her lap, one absently playing with the other to distract her from the nerves that she was beginning to feel. Daevas’ posture seemed to change and she was sure that their conversation was no longer going to remain on the topic of food. Her throat started to close up and she swallowed in order to lubricate herself so that she might be able to speak. Of course, she was curious about what he might have been hiding from her but part of her was slightly terrified to learn what he might have to say to her. He could tell her something that would bring their acquaintance to an end and that was not something that she wanted.
The way he said his final words did more to suggest that there might have been some danger to him. It was the danger that she had been attracted to but she couldn’t help but wonder what that could mean for her. Ruby knew that it was unlikely he would hurt her but that didn’t stop her from worrying about what he might have done to those around her. No matter what, she needed to know more about him, especially since their attraction appeared to be quite strong. The last thing she wanted was to get her heart broken further down the line because she had allowed him to keep secrets from her.
“I want to know what kind of business you are really in. Most business transactions do not require the use of a gun and I cannot help but think that this might have been something a little bigger than you are letting on.” She took a deep breath as if to brace herself for whatever answers might come and looked into his eyes, searching for any kind of hint, hoping that he would only tell her the truth.
“Often, yes.” He said as he held out the chair for her to take a seat. The different scents of gumbo moved slowly around the dining room, it fille dit completely and Daevas was always appreciative of the woman who cooked for him when he had come home late nights and there was still something in the ice box for him. He sat down across from her, looking at her bouncy blonde curls reach her face. He could still see the effects of their love-making on her hair, but it was slight and if you weren’t paying attention you wouldn’t have notice. Her body was simply tantalizing, and if his stomach wasn’t growling so much, he would have asked her to join him upstairs for his own personal meal.
He pressed his lips together and straightened out his silverware when he glanced at Marian. “Thank you darling, for cooking this. I don’t want to keep you from your family. Do take my town car. If my men give you any trouble, let me know tomorrow in the morning.” He nodded toward Marcus and Marcus nodded his head following behind Marian who gathered her things. “Thank you sir.” She said softly, looking at him and Miss Ruby before disappearing down the hall and walking out with Marcus.
The silence filled the room in the point that the door was shut. Trees were hitting the back window next to the kitchen, and there were sounds of birds here and there, but it was mostly quiet. He ate slowly, touching his napkin to the corner of his lips after a few minutes of enjoying the meal. He was sure that she had plenty of questions, and now would be the time to ask. As he was not a man that wanted to keep things in the dark, and he felt that their situation was still hanging heavily on her mind.
Just an assumption, a flaw of his over-thinking mind.
Daevas leaned heavily in his seat, taking a look behind her and through the windows. Nothing was there, but he was always certain that someone was watching him, but his paranoia was the reason why he had such updated technology. He worked hard enough during the day to ensure he had security at night. He pressed his lips together and draped his free arm along the top edge of the chair next to him as he looked at her. “How is the food, my dear?’
It was a simple question, and he was sure that it would lead to other thoughts, other paths, other stakes in the conversation that would lead them to more than likely the shooting sound that had split through the silence and perhaps their bond that was growing steadily between them. He traced her face with his eyes, looking for some sort of clue, the way that she looked at him, he wanted nothing more than to bend her over the table and give it to her a little roughly, but he was satisfied with watching her enjoy the meal Marian had worked so hard to prepare.
She must have been working on it all day, as he had noticed that she took some home with her, which he was perfectly fine with.
Waiting a moment, he ran his fingers through his hair and then set it back on the back of the chair. He took a moment to encourage himself to speak and directly get the point across the table. He wanted to get the conversation across and in the open. “But now, we are alone, and I am sure you have questions. I know earlier some stirred questions up, and I feel my explanations did not satisfy your curiosity.” He said, glancing at her, tracing those deep blue eyes. He wanted nothing more to know what she was thinking so then he could direct her thoughts.
He wanted nothing more than to ease her sudden fears that have probably built up. It was in the back of his mind that it was too early for his work to come in too close to his new relationship. There were others that he knew and had relations that he could simply take them in there with him as they knew his lifestyle. They themselves were around the same thing daily, and there were only consequences of people’s choices that led to these things.
“It is free range my dear. I don’t want to hide things from you, though I do warn you, do not ask the questions you do not want to know the answer to.”
His hand tightened around hers when she agreed to move forward with the plans they had already made. As she climbed out of the car, she took a minute to take in her surroundings. His house was certainly impressive in comparison to what she had been used to. Ruby had been living in a small house at the edge of town with a friend and that was nothing in comparison to this one. Her lips parted in awe for a moment as Daevas seemed distracted by something behind her. If there was something there, she had not noticed it herself.
His attention seemed to return to her as he led her up the stairs to his home and as she moved, she was careful not to allow her heels to catch on anything so that she did not trip. Luckily, she was able to manage her composure as she climbed them and stepped through the door that he held open for her. He had not lost any of his courteous manners even though he seemed to have been handling a gun only moments ago. For now, that was a thought that she tried to put out of her head. His manners continued as he offered to take her coat and she nodded in response. She maneuvered to allow him to better access to the material that slowly slipped from her shoulders so that he could place it out of sight for the time being.
Ruby allowed a sigh to escape her lips, almost as though the loss of material was a relief to the woman. She smiled to herself as she took in the sights of the hallway and the smells that seemed to travel towards them. She had not realised how hungry she had been until the smells of rich food began to intoxicate her, much like Daevas had earlier that evening. She turned to observe his routine of settling in to the house and noticed that he started to loosen the business elements, taking his tie off. How was it that something as simple as removing a hat and tie made her want to lose herself in him again? She swallowed the growing desire as he took hold of her hand, allowing it to rest on his arm so that he could guide her through the house with ease.
Their destination, it seemed, was the kitchen and as they neared, her senses came alive with all the different smells. She allowed her eyes to close for a split second so that she could breathe it all in without any visual distractions. When they finally came to a stop, she took the opportunity to look around the modern kitchen. It was becoming very clear that Daevas was obviously well off and kept the best appliances and the fact that he had a member of staff cooking for them spoke volumes in itself. Ruby retracted her arm so that Daevas could greet the woman and she smiled as she watched their embrace. It was clear that their relationship was something a little more than an employer-employee relationship and she enjoyed the opportunity to observe their mutual affection.
She waited in the doorway until she was addressed directly and when the woman smiled warmly towards her she returned it easily. Daevas introduced her and in the process, mentioned that she might be around for a while. There is was again. That uneasy feeling she had felt the moment she heard that gunshot. Although she had been so invested in him earlier that evening, she was not sure whether she was completely comfortable with what had transpired yet. She still didn’t know what his intentions were when it came to her but she was sure that they would discuss such things over dinner. It was clear he did not want to let her go, but whatever form their relationship would take was yet to be decided. All she knew was that it was likely that the woman would need some time to process things before she permitted herself to commit to him completely if that was indeed what he had hoped.
The way Marian reacted to her brought a smile to her face and pulled her out of her thoughts. She almost chuckled to herself when the woman curtseyed, never having been greeted in such a way before now.
“It’s lovely to meet you. The food smells simply wonderful.” She said with a polite smile until she explained to Daevas what she had been doing since his call to her. Soon enough she was being led into the room where they would dine for the evening and her eyes lit up at the sights. The food certainly looked as good as it smelt and she found herself more than ready to devour it. She turned to Daevas. “You get this sort of meal every night?” She asked with a raised brow wondering what it must have been like to live such a luxurious lifestyle. She had never really had a meal cooked for her by anyone other than her mother and most of the time the food that she ate had been prepared by herself. Ruby was rather talented in the kitchen but that also meant she knew how to appreciate a good meal when one had been served to her. This was most certainly a good meal and one that she would appreciate.
He could see th elook in her eyes as her mind was going crazy. He could feel that she was tearing apart everything he was saying, at least he felt like she was. She might have been, she might not have been, but he knew that she was paying attention to him now, putting it into perspective as to what kind of business was ran around here in Chicago. The darker side of the pretty champagne and all the glittery fancy objects. It was for show to cover up the blood stained on the clothing. It was to hide all the mistakes that have easily been covered up with a life…one that was more than likely not meant to be taken. Or meant to be taken, but it was deserved, but in the wrong sort of way…
Either way it was business.
And Daevas was apart of it.
Daevas looked at her, his fingers surrounding her own as he spoke, already giving too much information as it was when she looked at him, but in his chest, he was urged to tell her what was going on, but he knew that if he said too much then she would definitely run..She would definitely walk away without even a single turn to look back at him. And he wouldn’t be able to stop her. He was not that type of man unfortunately….He let women walk away, sometimes he would unnecessarily force them to walk away. His attitude was taken different ways to many different points of view and who was the beholder seeing all of his actions. He hoped that she was able to look past his work and understand that the intentions were right…well kind of.
He looked at her, watching her eyes trace his face, anything to grasp something that he wasn’t going to turn around and kill her just because she would walk away. He didn’t know how to show her without spewing out every word in the book to explain that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He would let a single hair on her head be touched by anyone that was trying to hurt her from now on, but he definitely wasn’t sure if she would even believe him after the sound that he had been the cause of.
Keeping her hand in his, he climbed out and offered her the choice to come with him or stay in the car and proceed to go home for the night. She had every right to walk out, to let his men drive her home, and to let them make sure she was securely locked away. He had paused, making sure that she was certain in what she wanted to do before he said anything else, wanting to make sure it was of her own choosing and not of his begging on his knees like he had just contemplated doing.
Watching her carefully, he looked at her and felt a smile on his face come alive when she said that it was no use in going home after she had already promised to come to dinner with him. He grinned practically gripping her hand tighter as he let her out of the vehicle and let the door close behind her. In that moment, he looked back seeing a light shadow for a moment before it was gone and he didn’t see it again.
Leading her up the stairs to his town home, he opened up the door, took a second glance outside and then let the men follow on. He would lock up the home securely and the moment the alarm was on, The maid that was in the house, his good friend would already know that she had a bed in the spare bedroom downstairs. He was for sure not the type to leave a maid that did so much for him without a bed to sleep in when he felt uncomfortable for them to go home.
Pressing his lips together, he closed the door tightly after saying bye to Marx and he glanced back at Ruby. “May I?” he asked, reaching for her coat to take it off and leave it on the coat hanger.
The house smelled of Cajun seasonings. It smelled of something rich and spicy. He could only imagine what it was. Taking off his own coat and hat, he slipped off his tie, pulled out his keys and set it on the table next to the stair way. To the right there was a living room, the couch so elegantly placed. Black leather surrounding it and black and white hide leather rug on the floor. Lamps matched the décor, with hints of silver on their bases.
He reached for her hand which he softly put in the crook of his arm as he led her down the hallway through the stairs and into the kitchen that was in the backside of the house. It was bigger than most and the appliances were newer than most. The oven was open, keeping the house warm as she was cooking and his maid, Marian looked up, her brow with drops of sweat. “Mr. Black.” She said, her wrinkled face smiling eagerly to see him.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her when she lent up from the sink. She was a little sweaty but he didn’t care. “Thank you for cooking on such short notice.” He said, looking at her. She touched his face, her dark skin striking difference against his lighter tone. “I worry about you sometimes. I was going to leave you something right when you called. I was thinking you weren’t going to be home but be in that office working away tonight.” She said, looking at him then slowly smiling from a glare. He returned it and looked behind him to see Ruby standing there hopefully in the doorway.
“This, Marian, is the woman who you will be hopefully seeing around for a while. This is Ruby Grant.”
Marian’s eyes lit up for a moment. “Ruby Grant? I’ve heard that name!” She said, clasping her hands together before she walked over to the woman and grasped her own close to her face before she did a small curtsy. “You were the opening act at the Green Mill tonight. Oh! I bet you were wonderful if you caught Mr. Black’s attention. He’s picky on who he decides to bring home.” She chuckled and looked back at him.
“Sir, everything is laid out on the table, set for two. Candles and all are decorated just as you had asked.” She said before walking away into the other room to straighten things up. Daevas led her to the next room over, showing her a Cajun gumbo with biscuits and jumbalaya. She had definitely taken her time to do so. It was bringing Louisiana to them.
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