Jezebel sat on the floor, frustrated beyond reason. Yes, she knew what she had done was horrible, she wasn't using her better judgment; she had been going off her temper and her own fears. But there was no way in hell he could just chain her to the floor locked in a room. This was insanity and he was a fucking madman! She needed to talk to him, she needed to explain why she had tried to do what she had done, she knew there was no excuse, but she was riddled with guilt and needed to talk to him.
Above all she knew how his twisted mind worked. She would approach this situation reasonably and rationally. On a normal day his sanity was questionable, but now she was sure he had gone over the deep end!
Ludvine carefully unlocked the door, peeping into the room. The minute the door opened Jezebel was up and ready to fight. She looked up to see a small, very petite golden haired girl back into the room with a tray of food.
"Where's Jake?" she asked.
"I brought you some food." she smiled but Jezebel noticed it didn't reach her eyes. Matter of fact, those eyes right now were looking Jezebel up and down.
"Who the hell are you?" she started than quickly calmed herself, "No, you know what, I don't care who you are, where is Jake?" she was ready to throttle Jake Stone.
"I will be back to get your tray in a hour." she applied her false smile again, still looking at Jezebel like she knew a secret as she quickly walked back out.
"Hey come back here!" she yelled, "You better tell Jake to get his ass up here NOW!" she fumed walking over and kicking the tray.
***
An hour later, Ludvine managed to pick up the tray and get out of the room quickly without Jezebel asking too many questions.
"Miss Rose refused to touch her food." Ludvine reported to Jake like a dutiful servant, "Should I-"
"No, she's just being stubborn." he cut her off, not even bothering to look up from his paper work.
"Also, she is demanding to speak to you."
"Is she." he said not the least bit surprised.
"What should I tell her?"
"Nothing." he replied. He didn't answer to Jezebel Rose and he never would.
***
Jake paced the floor of his office, back and forth trying to force the thought of Jezebel from his mind. He found himself going to the front door, needing to get out; than just as quickly he found himself half way up the stairs to her room. He shook his head trying to spark his rationality. His attraction to her was more than he could handle and having her this close was just too much for him! He walked out into the kitchen, ready to find another bottle of cognac
"Are you feeling alright?" Bea asked him, looking up to see Jake in an unusual state.
"Yes."
"Here let me fix you a plate." She had already grabbed a plate and placed a thick piece of steak on it. Jake looked at the food, maybe it would help, His nerves had not allowed him to eat any thing today and his stomach had been growling since afternoon and of course the cognac hadn't helped. Maybe food was a good idea; if anything it would keep his mind off Jezebel for a moment or two.
"Thank you." he said
"Of course." she smiled watching him walk out of the kitchen, knowing exactly what had him in such a mental rut. "Poor boy." Beatrix shook her head than began her task of putting away the food.
Jake went straight to his office intent on eating than finishing up some paperwork that needed to be done. He soon found himself staring at a half eaten plate and unfinished paper work. He was trying his hardest to stay focused on his work, but he was getting nowhere.
He couldn't concentrate and he couldn't resist that girl. There was no way in hell he would be able to sleep with Jezebel under the same roof, so he decided to not even waste his time trying. She was like a powerful aphrodisiac and more than once he found himself sniffing the air, convinced he could smell her. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, his mind kept going back to her and the realization that she was really here and he could not go to her.
Had he finally snapped? Probably.
Had he gone to far this time? Most definitely, but there was no turning back now.
Ludvine was keeping a close eye on Jake, quietly creeping around behind so he would not detect her presence. She could sense his turmoil and she prayed he did not loose it and just go upstairs to see Jezebel. She had watched him struggling all night and felt a bitter resentment that it was that retched bitch that caused it. Ludvine wanted to be the reason he couldn't sleep, the reason he was troubled. She wanted to belong to him and she wanted him more than any other man she had ever met. There was just something about him, despite his foul attitude and nasty disposition; there was this smoldering sexuality, an intense aggression and a powerful arrogance.
She walked into his office, wearing just a night gown, intent on tempting him. She gently swayed her very slim hips, letting the thin material of her short nightgown flutter against her thighs.
"Are you alright sir?" she asked tip toeing over to him; he just looked up at her slightly annoyed, "Is there anything I can get for you?" She asked lightly sashaying her way over to stand next to him.
"No." he went directly back to his paperwork
"Anything I can DO for you?" she smiled seductively "Anything you want." she said suggestively.
Jake looked up at her, he knew when a woman was throwing herself at him and as much as he would love to throw this woman across his desk and release his frustrations, he could not bring himself to do so. He had only one woman on his mind and that woman was chained to the floor in his guest room, hating him more now than she ever had before.
"No." he went back to his paperwork. Even though Ludvine wanted to strip off her nightgown and throw herself at his feet, she knew when to back down. She would be careful with this situation; it was not a time for her over-zealous nature.
"Yes sir." she smiled dipping her head, "Sleep good sir and if you need ANYTHING, do not hesitate to ask." she turned and slowly walked out of the room, trying to sway the hips she did not posses.
When she left Jake sat back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, knowing that only a floor separated him from Jezebel was too much of a distraction, he had to do something or he would find himself in her room and than deep inside of her.
He went down to his gym in the basement and boxed until the sun came up.
***
Jezebel had a long, dark night to think about everything that had happened, her role in this situation, Jake's obvious anger at her rash decision. His mind that was obviously deteriorating back to the cave man days. So by morning time, she was caught between being ready to try reasoning and ready to explode with her bottled up fury.
When the same little woman with the French accent walked in, Jezebel rose from the bed coming to stand as far as the chain would allow her to.
"Look I know we got off on the wrong foot yesterday." she started and the condescending look that Ludvine gave her made her pause "I'm Jezebel and who are you exactly? Jezebel asked
"I am Ludvine." she said with her faint French accent.
