And She Wanted Damon.....

Ella snapped out of her stupor and allowed her eyes to rove over its entirety. The room was spacious and so beautiful and elegant that for a second her breath caught in her throat. She reached out and ran her hand along the deep mahogany brown four poster bed. She leaned her nose close and sniffed, "Dalbergia Nigra," she said out loud as she inhaled the sweet scent of Brazillian Rosewood.

It had a large elegantly carved headboard. On one of the jutting posts was a beautifully carved fairy. On the other post was a dwarf like creature. The other held a small stag. The final one had a water fairy.

Dead center of the headboard was a beautiful female creature, small but not as delicate as the fairy and the wings were more like a dragonfly. Her hair was exceptionally long, and her arms were outstretched reaching for opposite ends of the headboard. Her bosom was provocatively showing, and her eyes held a seductive gaze.

The bottom footboard was much lower and in the center was the face of a devil, the one from the deck of Tarot cards. She suddenly remembered Violet said it wasn't a devil. It was the god Pan. He had horns and a long beard. His arms, like the creature on the headboard, were outstretched and his eyes seemed to stare into hers.

Suddenly Ella was flooded by the scent of fresh flowers. Hanging above the large bay windows were strings of… no, she thought to herself. They couldn't possibly be fresh flowers or were they. She reached her hand out to touch a hanging garland and fingered the delicate petals of a pastel pink Earth Angel heirloom rose. "Floribunda," she said under her breath. The smell of sweet roses and apples seemed to burst into the air around her as she rubbed the petals.

She gazed out the window and thought of how she had always wanted a bay window with views where she could just sit and read a book. This room seemed to have almost read her mind.

Everything, even the colors, were like something she would have dreamed up. The hanging flowers, the fragrant smells, and the bed itself with its hanging sheer canopy looked like it came from her favorite fairy tale book she read as a child.

Draped across the bed was a fluffy white delicate cream-colored silk quilt. Ella peeled back the covers one by one examining each finely made blanket. The sheets were firm and soft, they must be at least, a thousand thread count, Ella thought.

The entire bedroom looked like a scene from some enchanted fairytale. Ella laughed inside and shook her head when she remembered.

Enchanted was the name of the winery.

The rooms must all look like this. It just so happens that it's the kind of room she had always imagined her ideal would be.

Strewn carefully across the bed was nightgown made of fine silk. It was long and white with gold flecks and delicate embroidery. The style was like something out of the thirties, floor length with an extremely long side slit. The halter top had tiny perfect pearl buttons to fasten it around the neck.

Ella searched the gown to see where it was bought. Inside was the most beautiful sewn tag that was embroidered with the word Enchanted. The craftsmanship was incredible. Ella yanked her own yellow dress off.

"When in Rome," she said out loud feeling like a princess. She pulled the gown over her head. It glided along her body; too perfect. Matter of fact it was as if it had been tailored just for her. She gazed into the long oval mirror. There was not one inch of fabric to spare. Normally things were too tight on her backside, and extra fabric hung at her waist. This gown clung to her every curve.

She sighed.

There was also a matching robe, which she tried on, and again it was a perfect fit. So were the lovely matching slippers. She really did feel like a princess.

There was just one problem.

She wasn't tired. Not an iota. She climbed into the bed anyway and lay on the delicate soft pillows hoping she could forget the throbbing ache between her legs.

All over one long kiss.

She couldn't believe her own audacity; she'd never been promiscuous in her entire life.

Charlotte had always been the flirty one. Her mind buzzed like a thousand bees as she tossed and turned for at least thirty minutes.

The bees weren't going to leave her alone. All she could think of was Damon. It was like an insatiable thirst that refused to go away no matter what she did.

Heat formed on her cheeks which were now like warm red apples.

"This is ridiculous," she said as she kicked the covers off. The heated flush she felt traveled from her cheeks down to her toes.

Out in the hallway she tiptoed around like some sneaky burglar. For a second she thought, this is stupid. But then she saw the light beneath his door. So she sauntered up boldly holding her shoulders back but hesitated as she reached for the knob.

She wasn't certain it was his bedroom.

She crossed her fingers and told herself if it was his, it was meant to be.

If it wasn't, she'd go back to bed thirsty as sin.

She pushed herself thinking, if Charlotte can do it so can I, then gulped.

She needed to prove to herself once and for all that she could do something crazy.

Something outrageous. Something completely out of character.

Was it the alcohol she had drank earlier?

Whatever it was, the spell was cast.

Damon's kiss had her hooked and she pushed any rational thoughts, old Ella thoughts, deep down inside.

She was a new Ella. She was going to do whatever she wanted.

And she wanted Damon.