by R. G. Angel
“Krysten…” He frowned, probably trying to picture her. “Oh, the MENSA anti-Christ?”
“Don’t be like that! We can’t all be super clever!” I snapped back, surprised to defend her so vehemently. “I don’t like your sectarian side. Geez,” I added as he had his ‘second class citizen’ attitude again. Who did he think he was? King of England?
“I…” He sighed, shaking his head. I thought that part of him was starting to give up on me and maybe it was for the best. Is it?
“I just wanted to give you these books.” He reached in his bag and extended two books toward me. “I found them in the ‘Exotic Animals’ section while working on my own project and I thought they might help you.”
I took them while feeling like a first-class bitch. He’d come down here to help me and I snapped at him again. He was who he was; he was not perfect and neither was I. It was not my place to try and change him.
“Thank you.” I gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you the way I did. It wasn’t very nice,” I added, cocking my head to the side.
“You are passionate and you speak your mind. That’s something I respect very much,” he admitted and as he looked straight into my eyes, I could see that he meant it. “So many people are faking what they think; you’re refreshing.” He looked down at his watch. “I really have to run. Have fun tomorrow. I’ll see you on Monday,” he added, waving quickly, already on the go before I could even answer.
“Thanks again,” I replied loud enough for him to hear as he was already battling the sea of students with his brisk pace. What could be so urgent?
When I made it to my room, I stopped in front of my door as a white rectangular box was on the floor in front of it with a little silver card attached to it. I crouched down to detach the card. It said:
I frowned. It was unsigned and I didn’t recognize the handwriting either.
I picked up the box excitedly; I couldn’t wait to see what kind of costume was in it.
I put the box on the bed and carefully took the lid off. It could be rabid snakes for all I knew.
“Wow…” I whispered, taking out a pretty white orchid and blue monkshood flowers crown. It was made of silk and very soft plastic. It looked very real and it even smelled like orchids.
This present had to come from someone that knew me pretty well, as not a lot of people knew that white orchids were my favorite flowers. Moreover, the flowers mixed together beautifully and fit the costume colors.
I delicately put the crown to the side and concentrated on the actual costume. The first piece I took out was a deep-blue bodice discreetly covered with sequins. It was the exact same blue as the monkshood. The second piece was a very original skirt, if I could call it that. It was made of different lengths, colors and layers of gleaming veils. It went from white transparent fading to dark blue. The longer veils stopped at my ankles, the shorter ones at mid-thigh, with many different lengths in between. The last piece of the costume was a pair of folded wings. They were made of see-through gossamer and covered with so many different colors of glitter that I knew, under the correct light, would gleam like diamonds.
“I’ll be a fairy!” I laughed, looking at the attachment behind the bodice where I needed to attach the wings. That was bound to be original.
I started to put the costume back in the box when the door flew open.
“Ohmygosh! You decided to come!” Krysten rushed to me, taking the skirt from my hands to have a good look at it.
I’ve gotta lock that freaking door! I thought, taking a deep breath to rein in my annoyance. It was crazy how a person could have that much impact on my blood pressure.
“I…yeah.” I folded the rest of the costume in the box before taking the skirt from her hands as calmly as I could.
“That’s awesome. I will be able to introduce you to the sisters!” She was in full-on rambling mode.
“Yeah, you—”
“Well, I don’t know. I mean, I’m still new and all that… Maybe some other time,” she continued like I was not even there.
She was still rambling, and I had a vicious headache that was starting to build up.
“I—”
“But I can still come to do your makeup if you want. I—” She continued to ramble.
Could you just shut up and leave me alone! I thought with exasperation.
At this instant the room went quiet.
I looked at her, surprised. Krysten never shut up except when she was sleeping.
Did I say that out loud?
She blinked a couple of times, looking at me.
“You know I think I’ll leave you alone. I’m pretty sure you want to rest.” She pointed at the door.
What the hell? “Did I say something?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Something?” she asked, confused. She shook her head. “No, you didn’t. Why?”
“No reason.” I took the box from the bed and put it on my desk.
“I’ll come tomorrow, okay?” she asked, already walking to the door.
“Okay…” I just watched her leave.
As soon as she left, I hurried to the door and locked it. I was not ready to face her rambling again.
My headache was pretty intense now. I took two Tylenol, put some cold water on a small cloth, and lay down on the bed with the wet cloth over my eyes for a while.
I needed to chill and process things. I didn’t know why but I felt like I was the one who commanded Krysten to stop talking. It was becoming insane. I was a scientist, only believing in facts, but both Professor McDull and Krysten stopped when I wanted them to. Could it be a coincidence? Of course, it could be, but deep down a little voice was telling me that it wasn’t.
About ten minutes later, as my headache slightly started to fade, I heard a soft knock on the door. I froze and decided not to answer. I knew it was Krysten who came to finish me off and I could not deal with more of her right now.
“Come on, Miss Fay.” Tamlin chuckled. “I know you are in there!”
I jumped off the bed. “I’m coming!” I shouted, tightening my hair in a loose ponytail.
I almost ran to the door. How pathetic are you? I thought to myself as I ran to the door. Seriously, I was embarrassed by myself.
“Were you hiding, Miss Newman?” he asked with a teasing smile as I opened the door.
“Possibly…” I replied, hoping he could not catch the flush that his crooked smile always caused me.
“Yeah, I saw her leave.” He buried his hands in his jeans pockets.
“Want to come in?” I asked, taking a step to the side.
He shook his head. “No, I don’t have much time right now.”
I looked at him, narrowing my eyes a little. It was my shot to test my crazy theory about my mind control power. I looked deep into his eyes. Kiss me… Come on, do it! I thought as intensely as I could.
Tamlin arched an eyebrow with a smile playing on his lips. “What are you thinking about so hard?” he asked with laughter in his voice.
Oh my, he knows! No, chill out, that’s impossible. I tried to calm myself as the red crept onto my cheeks.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked, trying to hide my embarrassment. Well, at least now I had confirmation I couldn’t control minds… Damn!
“I wanted to know if you were going to the ball,” he asked, serious again.
My heart started to flutter in my chest. Was he…? Did he…? “Yeah, I am!” I exclaimed a lot more enthusiastically than I intended to be. “You too?” I asked, trying to sound more chilled but failed miserably.
He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not party material really.”
I hoped I managed to hide my disappointment. “So… why did you ask?” I knew that I was sounding slightly reproachful, but I hope he missed that.
“All the RAs are checking who is going. It’s like a list, you know, just to ensure we’ll check if everything went smoothly.” He shrugged.
“Oh�
�” That’s all I could say; it made sense but I was still disappointed. I should really stop hoping there’ll be more between us.
He nodded. “Well, I wish you a good evening and have fun tomorrow.” He turned to leave but looked back, eyeing me curiously. “What are you going as?”
“That, my friend…is a secret.” I laughed. I really did feel comfortable with him when I was not acting like a moron. It was a bit as if I were with Nick except that, as far as Tamlin was concerned, my thoughts were anything but pure.
“Oh, really?” he asked cheekily.
“Uh-huh.” I punched his arm playfully.
He laughed. “I’ll find out. Believe me! Sherlock is my middle name.”
“Oh yeah? I thought it was Nancy,” I retorted.
“We’ll see…” He trailed off as some girls walked in the corridor, looking at us inquisitively.
Fun time is over, I thought sadly, looking at him, and it seemed he was somehow reluctant to go. “Well, you’ve got work to do.” I glanced at the girls. “Bye.”
“Bye, Fay,” he breathed, walking to the girls.
I sighed and closed the door before banging my forehead on it.
Idiot!
I was in an auditorium full of students as Gareth gave a lecture, bare-chested with only his dressing pants.
I had to admit, Gareth had a lovely chest…pale skin and abs. My eyes trailed down to the happy trail disappearing in his pants.
“Miss Newman?” His voice lashed in the eerily empty auditorium. “Could you please come here so I can demonstrate my theory to your fellow students?”
I stood up automatically as all the students kept their eyes on the board, unmoving.
I looked down at myself and I was wearing a skirt so short it could have been a shirt and heels so high I didn't think it was at all possible… I didn't own anything like that.
I took the steps down without an issue—yep, another sign it could not be real.
Gareth extended his hand to me as I reached the bottom of the stairs and intertwined our fingers before walking us back to the center of the stage.
I looked at the students’ lifeless faces but somehow, I was not uncomfortable; no, all I could feel was desire for the man holding my hand.
“So, can anyone tell me how animals are similar to humans?” Gareth asked the room in a commanding tone. “It all comes down to our common basic needs,” he continued without giving a chance for anyone to answer. “The need to eat, the need to drink, to protect our territory.” He turned toward me, his blue eyes lit with desire. “The need to procreate,” he added in a husky voice.
I felt a tightness low in my belly and a moisture settled between my thighs under the heated look he gave me.
He leaned closer to me, his expensive cologne enveloping me. “Care to help me demonstrate?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded mutely as he directed me to his desk and lifted me as if I weighed nothing to set me on the edge of the desk.
“Open your legs for me, Fay,” he ordered and I was quick to comply.
He settled between my legs, resting the hard ridge of his erection against my soaked core.
“But our needs have evolved,” he continued, his voice smooth as velvet, his eyes on me only. “The need to procreate is now overshadowed by the intense pleasure sex can provide.” He rocked his hips, rubbing his hard cock against the part of me that desperately needed the friction. “That need can be an obsession, a driving factor taking away any rationality.” He ran his fingers against my exposed collarbone, rocking his hips harder now, making me moan shamelessly.
“Desire, want, need,” he whispered, trailing his nose up the column of my neck before softly biting my jawline.
He removed my shirt, exposing my breasts and hardened nipples.
“Tell me, Fay Newman. Do you want me?” he asked, resting his hands on my hips, securing me into place as he rocked his hips more forcefully and in repetition—rubbing his cock against my center in a way that was going to make me come.
“Come for me little one,” he ordered hoarsely as he sped up.
He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, and I was just on the verge of an orgasm when he bit my erect nipple, startling me awake.
I was lying in my bed, alone, my fingers in my shorts, covered in my arousal and feeling completely unsatisfied.
I growled; it was not my first erotic dream. Actually, I had plenty of those in the past couple of months, but all of them had been centered on Tamlin.
Gareth Somersen? That was a first.
I removed my hand from my shorts, firmly deciding to sleep and let this dream fade to the neverland in my mind but the edge caused by the orgasm left me restless.
I had to finish what I started; I knew I would not be able to sleep until I came.
I slipped my hand back into my shorts and closed my eyes, playing my ultimate fantasy yet again. Tamlin entered my room in the middle of the night. I looked at him silently as he approached my bed, removing my duvet and discovering me, naked and waiting for him. He growled, not uttering a word, kneeling by my bed and pulling my body toward him roughly, resting my legs on his shoulders before eating my pussy as he'd been a starving man and it had been his favorite meal.
As usual, this vision of this powerful man on his knees pleasing me with his tongue made me come in seconds, whispering his name repeatedly as a prayer.
I fell back asleep content and somehow satisfied even if a part of me, a growing part, hoped that one day I would experience his tongue and cock firsthand.
I wanted to give myself to Tamlin Wood; I wanted him to be my first more than I wanted anything else.
Chapter 8
I looked at myself in the mirror again, not sure I could really go out like this.
Krysten did use discreet makeup, but it was still strange because I was not sure I looked like myself anymore.
She’d used Kohl eyeliner on my eyes saying that ‘the uniqueness of my silvery blue eyes needed to be seen.’ She only put some pink blush on my cheeks and coral lipstick. She also added some discreet glitter on my eyelids.
Krysten was not that bad. Maybe she was naïve, not so smart, and a little shallow, but she still had a good heart. Even if I had the tendency to forget about that within ten minutes of her interminable rambling.
I gave another quick look to my costume, checked that my wings were straight, and took a deep breath.
“You can do it.” I straightened my skirt. “You want to socialize…” I added, grabbing my crown.
I was almost at the elevator when I heard a low chuckle that I already knew too well.
“I told you I’d figure out what you were going to disguise yourself as.”
I turned to look at Tamlin. He was sitting on the big leather sofa, a magazine in his hand.
“Did you wait for me here?” I asked, surprised but also a little pleased.
“That, my friend… is a secret,” he repeated my words from yesterday.
“Okay, you win.” I laughed. “I’m a fairy!” I twirled around.
“Yes, you are.” He smiled fondly. “You are a very beautiful fairy… the most beautiful in fact,” he added, sounding and looking so serious. He was a good actor.
I couldn’t help but blush. “Well, it’s not that hard.” I raised my hand dismissively. “I’m probably the only fairy around.”
“Are you so sure about that?” he asked, arching a brow, his lips twitching as he tried to stop his smile from spreading.
“Well, I know there are two naughty nurses in room 404 and a slutty nun in 402.” I grimaced. “Lots of dirty, slutty, and naughty, but no fairies so far,” I added with a chuckle.
“What a pity!” He stood up and walked toward me. “Fairies are my favorite,” he added with a wink, making me blush again and I cursed myself for that. Get a grip, girl!
“And I’m not a simple fairy! I’m a queen… or well, I’m too young so I’m a princess.”
“Are you?” he asked, flashing me h
is brightest smile. “Prove it!”
“I have a crown!” I put the flower crown on my head and saw his beautiful smile freeze on his face.
“You don’t like it?” I asked, somehow hurt and about to remove it.
“No, no, it’s very nice!” he claimed, composed again. “Where did you buy it?” he asked intensely, as if it were the most important piece of information he could ever get.
“I didn’t.” When I saw his confused look, I continued. “It’s a present.”
“Oh…” He crossed his arms on his chest. “Krysten?” he asked.
“No, I…” I grimaced slightly with embarrassment as it sounded so cheesy even for me. “I don’t know, it’s from a mystery benefactor.”
“I see…” He looked around as if he was looking for an answer or a solution to a problem I was not aware of.
“Are you—”
“Can I come with you?” he asked out of the blue, cutting me off.
“I— I thought you were not party material?” I asked, wanting to slap myself. You should have just said yeah! You stupid fool! I thought as I did it again. Stop speaking before thinking. Damn spontaneity!
He shrugged slightly. “I know but we can all change our minds, right? Plus, every princess needs a bodyguard.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I would love to go with you.” I tried to hide my excitement and the blush on my cheeks at the word bodyguard which reminded me of my late night fantasies.
“Just wait here. I’ll be back in a minute,” he almost ordered, rushing to his room.
I had to admit that as lame and typical as it sounded, I couldn’t help the little squeal of happiness escaping my mouth when he closed the door of his room behind him. Here we are, I was a groupie! Urgh, kill me now!
