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should obey her body which was
screaming in desire or her head which was telling her to run as fast as she
could.    Her heart had stopped beating
and flatly refused to tell her anything.
    “Serena!” he breathed against her neck almost begging.   “I want you to be the first thing I see every
morning when I wake!”  
    A strong hand slid down her back to cup the curve of her buttock while a
leg wound over hers, effectively trapping them
    “Don’t leave me again.”
    Leave ?
    That single
word brought the memory of that day at Spinozzi, back like a slap in the
face.   All the pain she felt when she left
from the entrance to the Spinozzi inspection room flooded back. She twisted out
of his grip elbowing his mid-drift whilst pushing herself away and running out the room.   She reached
the bottom of the stairs and stopped to steady herself while trying to remember
which way to go when he caught up to her.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Eleven

 
 
    He had no idea
where the words had come from.   He had
partially woken to find her standing next to his bed staring into the distance,
the gentle mounds of her breasts rising and settling to a rhythm of their own
under his t-shirt.   This was his room.   She was in his t-shirt.   Standing next to his bed.   In his semi-wakeful state, this goddess
belonged to him.   So he did the most
natural thing in the world.   He pulled
her down onto the bed to worship her the way goddesses should be worshiped.   He must have sensed a slight hesitation from
her.   Out of nowhere, he had begged her
to stay with him.   She bolted like a
small wild animal.   He never begged
anyone for anything.   He had never had
to.   He was a Spinozzi.  
    The harder he
tried the more he seemed to push her away.   Properly awake now, he bounded down the stairs and caught up with her.
    “Serena I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to....I was half asleep, please.....”
    “I’ll not be one of your playthings Marco!”  
    “That’s not the impression you gave me in your sleep last night.” He
grinned now, trying to rid the situation of a bit of tension.  
    Her nostrils flared in anger and she lashed out with her hand.    He caught it easily and turned it over to
gently stroke the inside of her wrist.   Her body seamed to sway just a little towards him and her eyes stared at
his caressing finger, lips slightly apart.   The soft skin of her neck pulsed as if beckoning him to kiss it.   He slowly raised the upturned wrist to his
lips and as stubble grazed her skin, she snapped out of the trance and curled
her finger tips up to drag her nails into his cheek.  
    Now she wished she was able to wear the long squared off nails, some of
the models sported.   Her short neatly
clipped nails still managed to rake his skin and redden the skin, but she
sorely wished she could have done more damage.  
    “Shit!”   He gasped, letting her go.   Marco brought his hand up to his cheek then
inspected his palm for signs of blood.
    “I’m sorry.   I suppose somehow I
deserved that.   Your clothes are in the
drier and the storm has passed.   I’m sure
you can find your own way home.”   With
that he left the room.
    Serena stood there relieved to be alone with her thoughts and gathered
her wits about her.   The room felt cold
and empty now and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing now
that he had left.   Serena found her
clothes and changed quickly in the laundry before making her way home.   She needed to get as far away from Marco as
possible and quickly.  

 
 
    Chapter
Twelve

 
 
    After a short breakfast and fending off her mothers’ grilling, Serena
sank into a deep hot bath, sprinkling Lemon Verbena Leaves on top of the
water.   She closed her eyes and let the
gentle smell of the leaves sooth her mind while the hot water soothed