Here we are with chapter 7, hope you'll enjoy it as much as all the others. Many thanks to Jazcullen for proofreading and Asylumseeker for editing and the rest of the "guild" for your continuous support and encouragement. I am writing chapter 8 and it is nearly finished however my editor is taking a short holiday and won't be able to edit for a week or three. So I hope you all bare with me until he's able to get back on track once he gets back from his hopefully relaxing and well deserved holiday.
Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan
Chapter Seven : Working Nine to Five.
After Nick and Fran stopped at her flat so she could get a change of clothes they then drove into town. They weren't going anywhere fancy, just a place where they could get a good meal, some privacy and some time to talk.
Fran felt like she was part of a dream. Three days and her world got turned upside down and much to her own surprise she didn't freak out once. And Nick? Fran looked at him while he was browsing the menu in front of him. He was a dream come true. Her cheeks blushed when her mind drifted back to the passionate moments they shared that day.
The revelation that he was a werewolf and that myths and legend held more facts than tales astounded her. Nick had changed right in front of her, turning into a beautiful big black wolf. He had approached her slowly and had given her time to adjust, not wanting to frighten her.
The more he revealed the more unreal it all seemed, but he explained a lot and had answered every question she asked. Fran knew she still needed to learn a lot more, however she couldn't ignore her feelings, especially not after the afternoon they had spend making love to each other every way possible.
Suddenly Nick looked up at her and winked, as if he knew she was looking at him. The smile on his lips reached his eyes, the golden sparks in them proving he would rather be somewhere completely else then in a restaurant. Shaking her head, Fran tried to focus on the menu in front of her.
"I give up, I have no clue what I want, so surprise me," she told Nick. "Why don't you pick something for me?" she added.
Putting his own menu on the table, he looked at her. He liked her rosy cheeks, convinced her mind had been wandering to more interesting stuff than picking out a meal. He couldn't really blame her, he felt the same way. If it was up to him he'd drag her back to his bedroom and wouldn't leave for at least a week.
"No worries, I'll get us something hearty to eat," he replied. "Have you given it any thought as to what you want to do after?" he then asked her.
"Not really no, but I can't make it too late. I've got a job to go to in the morning and I definitely can't be late. It's my first day, so I'll have to do my best getting up to speed," she answered.
"I remember you said something about celebrating a new job on Friday. Which firm are you going to work for then?" he asked with interest.
"It's not really a firm, it's one of the biggest companies in town. I've been hired to be the new P.A. of the boss. I haven't met him yet, but his current P.A. hired me, she'll be helping for the first few days. She told me she was about to retire and wanted to make sure her replacement could cater to the boss' needs," she explained.
That last remark had him at attention as his mind started filtering out details.
"So who are you going to take care of then?" he pried.
"Believe it or not I'm the new P.A. of Dominic Saint Ives – Whelan. He's not a public person, rarely seen going out," Fran said respectfully.
Doing his best to hide a wide grin, he thanked Arabella, his retiring P.A., for her good choice. Pondering whether to come clean on the last detail he still had to tell her, he decided to wait until tomorrow. They would have an entire day to talk then and he didn't want to spoil the wonderful weekend they had spent together and he wanted the rest of the evening to be a relaxing one.
"I'm sure you'll do a good job. But now dinner," he said, changing the subject. "I'm starving by now. Let's order," he continued while raising an arm to get the waiter's attention.
The waiter greeted them respectfully and Nick quickly ordered some food and a nice carafe of wine to go along with it. Nick observed Fran's face and he could see a slight worry creeping over it.
"Is everything ok?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said tentatively. "It's just that everything from the last few days seems so unreal. Think it's only just now really hitting me head on," she said, shaking her head lightly.
"Do you regret anything that has happened?"
"No, I wouldn't change a thing. That's just the point, everything is just perfect, you're perfect," she replied, the blush on her cheeks deepening even more.
"Sweetie, I could say the same thing back. If it was up to me I'd whisk you away and lock you up in my room for eternity, that's how much I want you. I know things went pretty fast, especially for you, but I won't push for anything, I promise you that now. Fran, I told you I already gave up finding my mate, but meeting you, it shook me up as well," he reassured her.
"It shook me as well," she chuckled lightly, "in more ways than I thought possible."
"You don't think we're done experimenting, right? Because I know for certain I'm not done yet," he retorted, mischief written all over his face again.
"I guess I have to be your willing victim then?"
"Hmmm, willing? Definitely so. A victim? Rather not, I'd prefer you participating," he winked.
The waiter approaching with their dinner stopped her from replying. Catching the aroma of the food made her realize again how hungry she was, at the same time remembering why she was so famished. Having had a small taste of what it would be like to pick up emotions and feelings when she had only a few drops of his blood in her system, she was pretty sure he picked up hers, noticing the amused look on his face when she looked at him.
Thanking the waiter, they both started to eat, only passing heated looks at each other. The constant innuendo had Fran close to the point that she almost didn't care where they were. His heated eyes had her writhing in her chair and the knowing look he gave her wasn't helping much either.
By the end of their meal she was just about to drag him away and have her way with him. The heated looks she was receiving from Nick were only adding oil to the fire that was already burning inside of her. She honestly had thought that after a whole day their lust would be sated, but the butterflies in her stomach said otherwise, as did the golden speckles in Nick's eyes.
