Chapter 8
When the food arrives, it gives me chance to come back to my senses.
Just yesterday I couldn't stand this guy and now he's getting me wound up so tight I want to jump him right here in the restaurant.
It's like I'm stuck in a tornado and getting spun faster and faster.
Just Friday I was an ordinary girl going to college.
Now it's Monday, I'm a Nymph and on a hot date with a guy I barely know and who is definitely not quite human.
Questions fill my mind from the last few days and now I am determined to find out what is up with this dangerously handsome man sitting in front of me.
I take my time enjoying my delicious meat balls and pasta so I don't seem too eager. Then I sit up straight and ask him what I've only been guessing at.
“How did you make Nick and Robbie forget?”
He smirks around his fork. “I wondered when this would come up.” He takes his time twirling some spaghetti around his fork.
“It's called compulsion. I can make the weak of mind do what I want them to do.
Like forget situations that may be problematic.
It's good for damage control.” His intense gaze once again locks with mine.
His eyes are such a deep shade of grey-like angry storm clouds.
One moment they're so dark verging on black, the next they're lighter.
Like white has mixed in to make them softer but no less cold. Which begs the question...
“Can you control my mind?” There's a knot of fear in my stomach and I'm gripping my fork a lot tighter than I need to.
“No, it's impossible. Your mind is strong and also your abilities give you an extra layer of protection against someone like me.” He hooks my leg in his under the table and using his hand brings my foot up to his lap where he places it on the edge of the chair between his legs. He starts running the tips of his fingers up and down my bare calf. It sends tingles up my leg and I squirm in my seat. I bite my lip and his eyes flash darker for a second like a passing black cloud. He blinks and it’s gone leaving his grey eyes a shade darker.
“It certainly makes the chase much more fun.”
“Because you can't bend me to your every will?” My voice is slightly breathless whilst he is still perfectly in control.
We'll see about that. I shift my leg on his seat and point my toes down against his crotch.
I move my foot up and down against him once then stop but leave the pressure of it on him.
He stiffens and his hand stops moving on my leg.
The sole on my stiletto is quite thick but I can still feel him get hard beneath my foot.
“Something tells me I'll never get you to do as your told.” There's a slight growl to his tone that tells me I'm having quite the effect on him.
His hand grips my leg tightly but not enough to hurt.
The dark aura around him pulses stronger and the horrible feeling permeates the air around our table.
Like a warning. I pull my foot away and he lets it slide out of his grasp.
As we compose ourselves, the darkness hanging in the air seems to dissipate slightly.
I eat a bit more of my meal before it gets too cold.
I watch him as he does the same. I finish off my glass of champagne and clear my throat.
“Why does the space around you feel so dark?
Sometimes its barely there and other times it's suffocating.
It's....” Dare I say it? “It feels horrible.
.. Like death... It's like an aura around you but I can't see it.” I lean my elbow on the table and rest my chin on my hand.
I was expecting him to get offended by my question but as he finishes his mouthful he seems no more bothered than if I'd asked him about the weather.
“You'll feel that in different variations from any of my kind.
It's why I'm so confused as to why you agreed to tonight in the first place. You should be running from me and yet...” He leans forward and runs his fingers though my hair.
He lowers his voice to a purr. “You seem just as drawn to me as I am to you.” His hand brushes down my cheek to my chin.
His touch making me shiver. Nevertheless, I lean into his touch and watch as his face moves in closer to mine.
I jump as my phone rings loudly from my bag. I groan inwardly and check who it is. My mums face lights up the display. Typical. I get up from my chair. “I'm sorry I have to take this.”
Alistair nods at me and smiles as he lounges back in his chair, draining his glass. I smile back then answer my phone as I try to find the toilets and desperately attempt to calm myself.
“Hey Mu-”