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Chapter Two
Heading back to the pub where she left her father, she figured he should now be hungry for lunch. She had loved her grandmother's cooking and was looking forward to having more local dining while they were still here.
Stepping into the cozy pub, she immediately spotted her father with his gradual greying hairs and slight belly. But it was his company that surprised her. Walking up to them both, with her hands on her hips, she said, "Why am I not invited to this party of two?"
"Ella!" both replied in unison. Her father had turned a shade of pink and Ben was looking away.
"Papa, why is he here?" Ella demanded. Sure, he was a family friend and she was starting to like this man but to have him around all the time? He was surely overstepping boundaries! This was a personal trip!
"It was coincidence," said Ben, trying to hold his gaze with hers.
Sure as hell it was, she thought. She didn't know to be angry or flattered; she just felt betrayed somehow.
"I think I'll head back to the hotel. Perhaps you gentlemen would like to join me for dinner later," she muttered and walked off.
"Perhaps it wasn't such a good thing for us to meet at such a public place hmmm my friend…" Rafael said as he watched his daughter storm off. "At times, she has such fire just like her mother."
"Would you rather I walk into your thoughts? I don't think so Rafael. There are times when I do want to live in the company of humans too," Ben said. "Besides, you said yourself that her Grandmamma had summoned her here. Do you know why?"
"The old woman is dying though she may appear so well. I know you know why she had asked Ella to come here. Why don't you tell me Abben?" Rafael said, his eyes weary.
"She wants to bring Isabella to The Chiesa di Santa Margherita de' Cerchi. Yes, her mother's resting place… you need not come if it brings you much sorrow. But you must know… Before the mother who confers the bracelet to her daughter, the child must first be affirmed by the priests to be the bloodline descendant of hers, thus reserving her, her final resting place in the Church. Annabella had not been able to do so after passing away soon after giving birth as such it becomes the duty of her mother, the Lady Margaret. Her maternal ties to Ella is so strong that she can still summon and will me to do her biddings as she wishes. Rafael… I am sorry that I could not protect Anna anymore… the birth rite is a personal rite between her and her Maker and I can only promise you now that I will do my all to protect Ella…"
"Go to her Abben… I think… I shall have my time alone now. I want to be there when we visit the Church."
"Very well my dear friend… I will come here again to fetch you for dinner. Stay well old man," Ben said as he bowed and walked towards the exit.
Ben knew that he would grow weak the moment he entered her room, but he had no other choice. Knocking on her room door, he waited and hoped that she would not slam the door at his face. She didn't.
She had ushered him in and walked back into the bathroom.
"I'd like to continue my bath now, if you don't mind. Make yourself comfy; make a cup of coffee, whatever. I suppose Papa sent you here to keep an eye on me. I'll be out soon," she shouted.
Ben didn't dare to even breath as he watch her clad in only a towel. He had seen her naked, but there was something even more erotic and sexy about seeing a dripping wet woman wrapped in just a towel. He could smell the scent of soap that she had applied in her bath.
Did he dare to open the bathroom door and walk in? He sat on her bed for a few minutes contemplating his decision. She was humming a modern pop tune and he heard the splashing of water. He had abstained from human contact with her for so long for fear that he would lose his focus and strength… but the image of her kept creeping into his head, nagging at his lust, at his need.
"Down boy…" he muttered as Leukós sired a cry deep inside him. Opening the bathroom door, he was treated to a view of Ella buried beneath a tub full of bubbly foam, except her head. The room smelled of rose oil.
"Ben? Is there something you need?" her eyes were suddenly open and looking threateningly at him.
"You…" was his only reply.
Her eyes ceased their warning stare and soften. He was looking at her with his intense stare again; stirring her loins with memories of their first love making. She watched him pull off his polo t-shirt and tossed it carelessly on the floor. His body was even more beautiful than the Statue of David that she had glimpse briefly from outside one of the museums in Florence.
With the bathroom light on, she could see everything that she had touched in the dimness the other night. His jeans were worn low on his hips and her eyes were drawn particularly to his well defined obliques slightly below his waistline. She always found that irresistibly sexy in a man. His oblique muscles visually pulled her line of focus downwards… towards his…
His hands were slowly unbuckling his belt and buttons and Ella felt extreme heat that wasn't from the water bath. Leaving his button undone, he stepped closer to her, willing her to pull down the zipper. Ella felt excited touching his cock, now semi hard from outside his jeans. She didn't get a chance to touch it the other time. This time, she wanted to see it… and taste it…