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Violet woke the next morning to the sound of birds and shouting, hammering, moving-in racket. She got up and thought about being annoyed, but then remembered who her new neighbor was and smiled, welcoming all the noise. She felt her cheeks flush at the thought of her dream last night, then shook her head, thinking it was so worth it and knowing her super busy but not really schedule, she'd probably end up doing it again for many nights to come.
Your pathetic, her inner voice said, But he's so.. eatable.
Laughing lightly, Violet started her morning routine, doing the whole lather, rinse, repeat thing, then blow-drying, brushing, and putting on some makeup. Finally, she decided on a black lingerie set, complete with a garter belt and stockings and a deep purple dress to go over top. After pulling on her black zippered jacket and a pair of flats, Violet grabbed her bag and decided to go out and get a major load of caffinnated sugar.
But not at work, she thought, definitely not at work. She'd be going to Starbucks this time.
Satisfied with her plan, she headed out the door.
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Starbucks was a bitch in the morning.
Blowing her bangs out of her face, Violet peeked around the tall business man in front of her to see if she'd moved up any in the line.
Nope. Still last.
Scoffing, she took to rocking back and forth on her feet to amuse herself, all the while listening to the woman at the front complain that no, she wanted a decaf, and yes, with whipped cream, and does she look like she needs to lose weight to you?
Rolling her eyes, she continued with the ball-and-heel routine.
"Hello."
Jumping about a foot in the air, Violet spun around and sucked in a gasp as she saw Him.
A wolfish grin came her way, packaged with a low chuckle and that smooth, raw voice.
"Sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you," he said.
"I wasn't scared," she mumbled, blushing as he smiled again.
"No?"
Violet shifted, wanting to look away but not coming out successful, "um, no."
The man shifted closer and Violet found herself glued in place and staring. She was seriously staring.
"Well then," he said, "after all we've been through, I think I should introduce myself."
Violet's eyebrows rose, slightly amused, "we just met."
The man grinned, and she blushed. Again. Damnit.
He stuck his hand out, "Name's Wulf. I believe we're neighbours."
Huh. What a coinsidence that his name matched his smile.
Clearing her throat, she said, "I'm Violet," and stuck out her hand, her heart hammering as he took it and tucked it against his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.
"Lovely," he said.
In a daze, she wasn't even sure what he had said. "What?"
"Next in line!" an impatient voice said. Violet shook her head, trying to clear it from Wulf's emerald gaze, and looked to the woman standing behind the counter who looked more than ready to take a bite out of the next person she talked to.
"You," he said.
"What?"
"You," Wulf said, "are lovely."
Again, her cheeks flushed, and he smiled wickedly.
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Violet was seriously staring again- had been all day, but how could she not? He - Wulf - was definitely eatable, with his green eyes and dark hair and skin that looked smoother than hers, except for the slight stubble across his lower face which she was very tempted to rub her hand across. That amongst other things.
Violet felt her face heat up at the last thought, and her eyes widened slightly as Wulf gave her the same look he'd been giving her all day: one that looked as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. Which was a terrifying thought, considering the only time she'd called a man simply handsome was when she was with Adam.
Gah, she thought. Gross. Thinking of Adam definitely cooled down her sexy thoughts.
As if sensing her shift in moods, Wulf brought his face close to hers and said, "Perhaps we should get some dinner."
"Dinner?" Violet asked, coming back to reality. "Is it dinnertime already?"
"It's," Wulf checked his watch, "almost 6:30. You do eat dinner, don't you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning.
"Oh," Violet stuttered, not believing she'd spent the whole of the day with the man, "well, yes, of coarse I do-"
"Good then. We'll get some take-out, you can come back to my place and I can show you the renovations," he said, "sound good?"
Violet's heart was beating so fast, she had to stop to register what he'd said. Dinner with Wulf? At Wulf's house? Did that sound good?
Wulf peered down at her, "unless you have somewhere to be-"
"No, um, no. I wasn't going anywhere-"
"Alright then. You have nowhere else to be, and I'm new to the city. Have dinner with me," he said, the last bit of his sentence more of a statement than a question.
She must have looked uncomfortable, because he stepped closer and said, "and if you feel the urge to flee, all you have to do is run next door," his grin turned a little devilish, "though I think you might end up wanting to stay a while."
Her cheeks heated, Violet finally nodded, "alright."
Still grinning, he asked, "so, how do you feel about Italian?"
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Wulf's house was beautifully done, with dark woods and deep, rich fabrics. His sofa was black, his tables, his chairs, his cabinetry, with pops of reds and purples and blues. Evidently, he liked it dark.
"You seem to like black," Violet said, setting her fork back into her empty dish which was once filled with fetticine, tomato sauce, and a little bread loaf. It seemed she was really hungry.
"Well," he chuckled, lightly grabbing a lock of her ebony hair and running his fingers through, "black is my favorite color."
A little embarrassed, Violet looked away, "thank you for dinner."
"Oh, your quite welcome, Violet," her heart thumped hard as he said her name, "but it isn't quite over yet."
Her eyebrows rose, "it isn't?"
"Definitely not," he said, reaching into a bag and fishing around. Violet cocked her head, then laughed as he pulled out a tiny cheesecake from the restaurant and grinned.
"I don't know how you can still be hungry," she said as he opened the lid and scooped up a piece of cheesecake with his fork.
"Well," he said, "I'm usually hungry, especially lately. But food only sates one of my hungers," he said, voice deep as he peered at her face.
Violet looked up sharply, eyes landing on his face, then to the cheesecake he was holding towards her.
"Oh, I-"
"Let me feed you," he said, voice insistent. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Violet opened her mouth and allowed him to slide the cake in, then slowly ease the fork out. He made a small, animalistic growl, looking satisfied that she was feeding from his hand. Scooping up
another piece, she allowed him to feed her again until a smudge of jam ran over the side of her mouth. Acting on instinct, she reached to wipe it off with her finger, but Wulf caught her wrist in his hand and pulled her forward so their mouths were almost touching. Violet was breathing hard as she stared up at him, then gasped as he slid his tongue over her mouth, cleaning away the jam. Their eyes locked momentarily before Wulf pressed his lips to hers softly for a few seconds, then retreated to see her reaction. When she didn't move, he kissed her twice more before Violet found herself in a full-on make out and Wulf picking her up and carrying her to another room.
Your pathetic, her inner voice said, But he's so.. eatable.
Laughing lightly, Violet started her morning routine, doing the whole lather, rinse, repeat thing, then blow-drying, brushing, and putting on some makeup. Finally, she decided on a black lingerie set, complete with a garter belt and stockings and a deep purple dress to go over top. After pulling on her black zippered jacket and a pair of flats, Violet grabbed her bag and decided to go out and get a major load of caffinnated sugar.
But not at work, she thought, definitely not at work. She'd be going to Starbucks this time.
Satisfied with her plan, she headed out the door.
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Starbucks was a bitch in the morning.
Blowing her bangs out of her face, Violet peeked around the tall business man in front of her to see if she'd moved up any in the line.
Nope. Still last.
Scoffing, she took to rocking back and forth on her feet to amuse herself, all the while listening to the woman at the front complain that no, she wanted a decaf, and yes, with whipped cream, and does she look like she needs to lose weight to you?
Rolling her eyes, she continued with the ball-and-heel routine.
"Hello."
Jumping about a foot in the air, Violet spun around and sucked in a gasp as she saw Him.
A wolfish grin came her way, packaged with a low chuckle and that smooth, raw voice.
"Sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you," he said.
"I wasn't scared," she mumbled, blushing as he smiled again.
"No?"
Violet shifted, wanting to look away but not coming out successful, "um, no."
The man shifted closer and Violet found herself glued in place and staring. She was seriously staring.
"Well then," he said, "after all we've been through, I think I should introduce myself."
Violet's eyebrows rose, slightly amused, "we just met."
The man grinned, and she blushed. Again. Damnit.
He stuck his hand out, "Name's Wulf. I believe we're neighbours."
Huh. What a coinsidence that his name matched his smile.
Clearing her throat, she said, "I'm Violet," and stuck out her hand, her heart hammering as he took it and tucked it against his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.
"Lovely," he said.
In a daze, she wasn't even sure what he had said. "What?"
"Next in line!" an impatient voice said. Violet shook her head, trying to clear it from Wulf's emerald gaze, and looked to the woman standing behind the counter who looked more than ready to take a bite out of the next person she talked to.
"You," he said.
"What?"
"You," Wulf said, "are lovely."
Again, her cheeks flushed, and he smiled wickedly.
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Violet was seriously staring again- had been all day, but how could she not? He - Wulf - was definitely eatable, with his green eyes and dark hair and skin that looked smoother than hers, except for the slight stubble across his lower face which she was very tempted to rub her hand across. That amongst other things.
Violet felt her face heat up at the last thought, and her eyes widened slightly as Wulf gave her the same look he'd been giving her all day: one that looked as though he knew exactly what she was thinking. Which was a terrifying thought, considering the only time she'd called a man simply handsome was when she was with Adam.
Gah, she thought. Gross. Thinking of Adam definitely cooled down her sexy thoughts.
As if sensing her shift in moods, Wulf brought his face close to hers and said, "Perhaps we should get some dinner."
"Dinner?" Violet asked, coming back to reality. "Is it dinnertime already?"
"It's," Wulf checked his watch, "almost 6:30. You do eat dinner, don't you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning.
"Oh," Violet stuttered, not believing she'd spent the whole of the day with the man, "well, yes, of coarse I do-"
"Good then. We'll get some take-out, you can come back to my place and I can show you the renovations," he said, "sound good?"
Violet's heart was beating so fast, she had to stop to register what he'd said. Dinner with Wulf? At Wulf's house? Did that sound good?
Wulf peered down at her, "unless you have somewhere to be-"
"No, um, no. I wasn't going anywhere-"
"Alright then. You have nowhere else to be, and I'm new to the city. Have dinner with me," he said, the last bit of his sentence more of a statement than a question.
She must have looked uncomfortable, because he stepped closer and said, "and if you feel the urge to flee, all you have to do is run next door," his grin turned a little devilish, "though I think you might end up wanting to stay a while."
Her cheeks heated, Violet finally nodded, "alright."
Still grinning, he asked, "so, how do you feel about Italian?"
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Wulf's house was beautifully done, with dark woods and deep, rich fabrics. His sofa was black, his tables, his chairs, his cabinetry, with pops of reds and purples and blues. Evidently, he liked it dark.
"You seem to like black," Violet said, setting her fork back into her empty dish which was once filled with fetticine, tomato sauce, and a little bread loaf. It seemed she was really hungry.
"Well," he chuckled, lightly grabbing a lock of her ebony hair and running his fingers through, "black is my favorite color."
A little embarrassed, Violet looked away, "thank you for dinner."
"Oh, your quite welcome, Violet," her heart thumped hard as he said her name, "but it isn't quite over yet."
Her eyebrows rose, "it isn't?"
"Definitely not," he said, reaching into a bag and fishing around. Violet cocked her head, then laughed as he pulled out a tiny cheesecake from the restaurant and grinned.
"I don't know how you can still be hungry," she said as he opened the lid and scooped up a piece of cheesecake with his fork.
"Well," he said, "I'm usually hungry, especially lately. But food only sates one of my hungers," he said, voice deep as he peered at her face.
Violet looked up sharply, eyes landing on his face, then to the cheesecake he was holding towards her.
"Oh, I-"
"Let me feed you," he said, voice insistent. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Violet opened her mouth and allowed him to slide the cake in, then slowly ease the fork out. He made a small, animalistic growl, looking satisfied that she was feeding from his hand. Scooping up
another piece, she allowed him to feed her again until a smudge of jam ran over the side of her mouth. Acting on instinct, she reached to wipe it off with her finger, but Wulf caught her wrist in his hand and pulled her forward so their mouths were almost touching. Violet was breathing hard as she stared up at him, then gasped as he slid his tongue over her mouth, cleaning away the jam. Their eyes locked momentarily before Wulf pressed his lips to hers softly for a few seconds, then retreated to see her reaction. When she didn't move, he kissed her twice more before Violet found herself in a full-on make out and Wulf picking her up and carrying her to another room.
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