Author's Note: Dear readers! Thank you for your comments so far. As this is a story that I feel strongly needs to be written a certain way, some chapters are going to be much less sexual in nature and more character development. Don't let these chapters fool you, though...she is at a sex spa, after all.
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Chapter 5
When the sun finally peeked into the sky the next morning, Vesper heard movement in the bedroom and then a gasp as someone, a female, had seen the damage that she had caused a few hours before. She sighed and moved her head back to rest against the tall side of the tub. She'd left the bath over an hour ago, but had only gotten as far as the fluffy soft bathmat in front of it, her body wrapped in a soft, tan-colored towel. Her tired, violet eyes moved to the doorway when a short, red-haired woman appeared wearing the outfit of a maid. Of course he would have his servants dress in uniforms. Ostentatious, narcissistic, pompous, arrogant, pig-headed, sexy ass. Wait. Sexy? Ugh, that damn dream. He was not sexy, he was evil. Angel was also not an appropriate descriptor, Vesper thought as the woman looked down at her with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Ma chère, are you all right?" The woman's French accent made Vesper move her lips slightly up at each side and she nodded rather lazily.
"Oui, je prenais un bain." Vesper said as she tilted her head to the side to indicate the tub behind her.
"It looks like a beast ate your bedding, ma chère, I can get that fixed for you." The woman walked a little farther into the bathroom and frowned as she looked over at the broken jars on the floor.
"Don't bother. I'm liable to just do it again." Vesper muttered, frowning when the young pretty woman bent to pick up a particularly sharp piece of a jar.
"My name is Deandra. This is quite dangerous. Please be careful until I can get it picked up."
Vesper shook her head and sighed, leaning over to grab a shard of glass herself. "It's not dangerous, see."
She took the sharp glass and sliced it quickly across the back of her arm. Deandra screeched a little as she moved her empty hand to her mouth at seeing the strange looking girl cut herself, a red line showing quickly on her otherwise smooth skin. Backing up, the maid turned and ran from the room, and Vesper sighed and dropped the shard back into the pile with the rest. It had hurt, the cut she'd made, but it had gotten her alone again. It was completely healed before more than just a little line of blood had dripped from it.
A few moments later, she heard heavy footsteps approach the bathroom door and she looked up slowly to see that Mr. Hughes had been summoned, and he was staring down at her with his irritation filled eyes and a frown on his face.
"Henry Poole today, I see." She said, gazing up at his perfectly fitted suit.
"Why are you harassing my staff?" He sounded grumpy, and a little tired, good. She felt exhausted.
"I just want to be left alone." Vesper shrugged, she felt all out of sorts here.
"Deandra is very busy, she doesn't have the time to constantly fix your bed or the things that you decide to break. If you want to be left alone, just pick up the phone and dial 5 and you can let her know. There's no need for this." He waved his hand at her and the jars she'd shattered.
"You," She pointed at him, "Make me feel like someone I don't even know."
"How so?"
"I have always been very...timid. I don't like feeling angry like this, lost like this. I don't like feeling like I have to stick up for myself. I just, I just feel off." She shrugged and slowly stood up, keeping the towel wrapped tightly around her, he had gotten enough of a show last night.
"You don't normally have pillow fights with yourself in the middle of the night?" She was almost positive that the left side of his mouth tilted up just ever so slightly, but she was definitely sure of the slight sparkle that came to his eyes as he spoke.
"I've never had a pillow fight in my life." She shook her head.
"So I bring pillow fights out in you?" He took a step forward and she was instantly slapped with a sting that hit her body and whipped her backwards and she fell into the tub. She could feel the back of her head hit the side and as it healed, she was shouting at him not to touch her, dear God, just him being close was too much.
Mr. Hughes frowned as he waited impatiently for her to slowly get back to her feet, this time, she moved herself to sit on the edge of the tub.
"There is something so wrong with you." She muttered and felt him tense a little and take a slow step back.
"What are your intentions now, Vesper?" He asked, changing the subject the moment that she had moved it to him and the fact that she felt like she was getting hit by a dump truck every time he got close to her.
"My intentions? I-I don't know. You were supposed to be able to tell me who I was, what I was. I was supposed to come here and find out why I'm like I am. You've answered some questions, but I don't feel like I've gotten a single answer that's actually helpful. And I don't think I'm going to get one from you, am I?" She looked at him, hating the fact that her lower lip trembled as he frowned down at her, a deep steady breath making his chest rise and fall as he thought on his response.
"So you're leaving?" He hadn't even tried to hide the sound of his approval of her departure.
Vesper shrugged, "I think so."
"Where will you go?"
"Zheng, the dragon, he said that he would help me get settled somewhere. I have a way to contact him." She nodded to herself, that's what she would do.
"I will have my plane at your disposal today, just dial for Deandra when you are ready to leave." He spoke in a voice that held little to no emotion this time, and Vesper widened her eyes as he turned and left the room without another word. Gosh, how contrary could one person get?
"Wow." She muttered as she stood up and left the bathroom. She would get dressed and then make her call. She knew that while Zheng was leaving Anya's home today, he had said that he wasn't leaving the area just yet and would make himself available to her if she should need him.
An hour later, with a little bit of breakfast in her stomach that had been delivered on a tray by a non-amused looking Deandra, who had scoffed at her pathetic attempt at an apology, Vesper was downstairs, walking about ten feet behind Mr. Hughes as he led the way towards the airstrip where he had a plane waiting to take her to Illinois. Zheng was in Chicago, and he had requested that she meet him there.
"Wait." Vesper said in a weird groan. He was quite a distance from her now and she shouldn't be able to feel anything, but she did, a weird fuzzy burn had started to crawl up her skin from her feet upwards. Each step forward was making it worse, so she stopped where she was.
"What?" He stopped walking and turned around to face her.
"Can you, can you turn and walk towards your left, over by that bush? I'm feeling pain, and I think it's coming from you." She explained, pointing in the direction she wanted him to go.
"I'm a pretty good distance from you already, I shouldn't be affecting you." Mr. Hughes frowned, his brows furrowed as he looked at her.