For How Long?

Elle's room was decorated the way most of children's rooms would be. The only difference was that hers had a regal touch to it and a small garden was located at the back of the room. A book shelf fully stacked stood beside her bed and dolls of different types of animals stared back emotionlessly at Alexander on Elle's bed.

The demoness closed the door behind her and walked up to where Alexander sat holding her waist with her hands. "Brother!" She called softly. "I need help with that," she said pointing at a broken piece of furniture.

Alexander looked at the furniture while his hands were rubbing his ears, probably to cool them. His soft gaze landed back at her and he nodded faintly. "Of course. It isn't something that your brother can't fix."

"Really?" Her eyes doubled in size as she jumped in pure joy. Alexander chuckled softly at her behavior and jumped to the task at hand. Elle also stood closely watching his every action. "In the near future, I will not be calling you. I will rather fix it myself brother," she said and handed him another nail.

"There you are now. I am done Elle." Elle examined the furniture as if looking for a fault in it. When she was certain there was none, she yawned and stretched like a cat and her stomach let out a small growl that went unnoticed by Alexander.

"You are hungry Elle. Let me tell the maids to bring in your supper." Elle nodded faintly as she watched the retreating back of her brother but then something crossed her mind. That guy! He had used her hunger as an excuse to run away. He is in for another big lesson, she thought before throwing her body on her bed.

Alexander smiled cunningly as he paced through the hallways. He had been looking for a way to escape the tigress trap but there was just no opening for it. Now that the advantage had presented itself, he could never let it slip. But he knew that his ears would have another experience to share. The reason why he wanted to go to his chambers early was her….Thinking of her stirred something inside him and a sinister smile curved on his lips. After all, she had a debt to pay.

After ordering the maids to take supper to Elle's room, everything else he had planned to do came to a halt and he made for his chambers. He turned the knob with anticipation but to his surprise, she was not there. Darkness had already set in and the room was dimly lit sending flickering shadows on the solid wall. Since she had not brought his supper, he knew that she would come some. In the meantime, he decided to take a bath.

Isadora was the last person to take the tray of food and a scold from Jessica could not slip her. But she had her reasons. Earlier today, he had told her that he would tell her later what he wanted in return for helping her carry the armor. And as wicked as he was, she could only guess the possibilities. A blush formed on her cheeks and she berated herself for thinking such a thing.

She had taken the tray last with the hopes that she might find him fast asleep. With that, she could at least escape his snares for today. But she couldn't hide forever especially now that she needed to be around him all day.

She was so much engrossed in her thoughts that she nearly passed Alexander's room. Noticing this, Isadora berated herself once more while sighing heavily. Taking a few steps back, she stood by the haunted door before she damned slowly placed her hand on the knob. The creaking sound of the door came out in waves as Isadora took a peek inside the room. It was eerily silent and surprisingly, the bed was empty. Where exactly could he be at this hour of the night? What was she thinking now? She berated herself for the nth time. She should be glad that he was not here, right? But the why did she feel like she wanted to at least take a glimpse of him before leaving.

Throwing the alien feelings aside, Isadora paced across the room and placed the tray on the table. Her movements were louder this time as she was confident no one was in the room. Little did she know that her own actions had sold her out. She placed the plates on the table and took the tray ready to leave. Taking one last glance at the room, she strode headed towards the door when...…

"Isadora!" A seductive yet familiar voice rang in her ears and her heart beat accelerated uncontrollably in her chest. She stood still as her hand rested on the knob. Why was she so naïve not to think about the bathroom? She scolded herself before turning to face him. And the moment their gazes locked, her heart hammered incessantly that she could hear the rhythmic beat of it.

Why…Why was her body reacting this way whenever she was close to him? Instead of being a ….She couldn't even bring herself to think about it. Her gaze travelled southwards and landed on his well- toned abs and chest. A towel was wrapped around him and his hair looked dump. But he was no lesser beautiful either. In fact, as hard as it was for her to admit, he looked like the god of seduction.

"Don't just stare. Come and help me get dressed," his erotic voice pulled her back to reality. Oh no! Not now! She had so much wanted to avoid him but he was doing the complete opposite. And the way he said it, there was just something to it, like seductive. She blushed harder and looked down embarrassed. But an order was given, and she had to obey it.

Her legs clumsily carried her forward as she approached him, her gaze low to avoid those inviting eyes of his. But for how long could she hold it?