In Which She Thinks Him To Be a Virgin.

He paces around the room, stopping in front of a mirror and looking at his eyes through the mirror again. His eyes were still deep red. He closes his eyes and tries to calm himself. He had watched videos on ho to communicate with humans. Videos videos how to take is slow. Videos on how to easily but gently approach a girl you like countless times and he thought he had perfected the act.

The how to guides for demons on how to be normal and not give away their feelings when close to a lady they like. But...why wanst it working for him right now.

The moment he saw her, everything he had learnt, everything he knew, just flew out of his head and he was left empty and tongue tied. He should have been more smooth. He should have been able to match her energy and not be a boring red eyes boss.

When he opens his eyes, he was surprised to see it is still red.

"Okay..Ethan. focus. Focus." He repeats to himself, closing his eyes again but all that he could see in his mind was her smile. The way she had bluntly called him sexy and good looking. Her innocent look when he doubted how beautiful she was in the fabric room.

The way she licks her lower lips when she ate this morning and how she had finished her food and enjoyed what he had cooked for her. Her lips, her small hands..." God!" He grunts punching the mirror and watching it shatter into pieces.

Why isnt anything working? Why is his self restraint so little around her?

His looks at his crotch and groans at the bulging organ. His cock was as hard as steel right now and his temperature was rising more. Ana was probably wondering what was wrong with him. He made a mental note to remind her that he wasnt hungry and wasnt about to feed on her energy. He leaves the space walks to his penthouse.

Passing the kitchen, he hurries into his room and begins to rip off his clothes before he stomps to the shower. Setting the temperature to a very cold water. He moans when the water hits his raw skin soothing the hotness of his body a little. He places his hands on the wall and stares down at his cock. The organ was still proudly standing and jotted out with pride. He hadnt touched a woman since the war and he really couldn't even say he got aroused by any.

The thoughts of being with Ana and having her wake up next to him was more enticing to him than having some starnge woman satisfy his momentary desire. He lowers his left hand to grip the soft yet hard, hot organ and begins to stroke it gently.

Closing his eyes to let the image of her into his mind. Her pouty lips, her little hands and the way she smiles. God! When she smiles, the way her eyes shines brightly and her lips curl upwards like she was talking about the best thing in the world. He couldn't help but stroke his cock faster at the thought of her smiling at him and telling him things.

Things she didnt tell otehr people. Things she does to herself when no one was watching. How she touches herself and how she rolls her eyes when she enjoys it. Does she roll her eyes? He would love to help her with it one day. To help her reach her most sensitive height. He wonders how she would look like within him. Small with her hair all over his pillow and her little fingers stroking his cock and giving him a teasing smile....

"Damn it. Fuck...fuck..." he cursed as the hot liquid rushed to his hands. His body shaking with released tension. He felt a little calm. "Fick Anastasia, the things you do to me."

She was simply a floor away and having no idea how much she affects him. He rests his head against the wall, letting the water spill on him and wash away his sins, he remembered the way she had looked when she walked into the wedding dress display room. Her faint smile and how she began to copy his motion of caressing the fabric of the wedding dress. He wanted to name the dress Anastasia.

Oh! He already has. He just wants to design more dresses for her.

He has gotten different inspiration thinking about her wearing them one day. Maybe if he saw her in a wedding dress, he would have the inspiration to draw again. He stares at his cockk that was still proudly standing and smiles.

"I know. I am not satisfied too. But we make do with what we have and dont embarrass me." He steps out, turning off the shower and grabbing a towel from the basket. Wrapping it around himself, he sets the temperature of his room to a cold one so he could reduce his rising body temperature. Hurrying into ned, he removes the duvet and lays in it letting the cold air hit his body. He begins to think of colours that would suit Ana besides pink and started to think of what designs he should go with. He was currently out of it lately and knew he couldn't push himself to make more designs. He would have this week to himself and start to design next week.

As Ana had said, he is currently experiencing designers block. He has lots of ball dressed in the ball display room. Maybe he would have Ana choose one she likes and then adjust it to her size.

That is if he has been able to calm himself and touch her without running away like the other time. He felt his cock move again and face palms himself. He should think of other things that isnt about Ana. Other important things.

But the only important thing to him at the moment is still Anastasia.

Ana walks out of the wedding dress display room and walks back to the reception

"Is miss Marcey still in?"

The lady tilts her head in her office direction. "You can check."

Ana gives her a faint smile and walks to the office. She knocks on the door and waits for a response.

"Come in." She pushes the door open and slips inside, happy that Ethan wasnt in her office. The dresses she had seen the day before were still displayed here and it made her hands itch to feel the fabrics and sniff how great they smell.

Miss Marcey wa packing her bag when she walks in and she guessed the woman musy be busy attending Ethans meetings on his behalf.

Her boss is still as unpredictable as the day before. Will he continue like this or will at some point, she be able to predict his mood?

If she didnt know how old he is, she would have thought him to be a virgin. With how shy and jumpy he is.