Vincent gives me a skeptical look before asking me to follow him. I have to hold in a sigh of relief that he's not going to check my room. After his comment, I was for sure that he was going to come in and look for Peter who I skillfully hid in the closet.
Vincent walks with me up the stairs to where the hallway is that I'm used to being in. I'm almost excited, thinking he's going to show me the changes made to my room. But we pass the room and continue walking up to the kitchen-which is what our bedrooms are attached to. I'm almost completely awestruck when I see how different the kitchen looks.
It was a nice kitchen before, but now? It looks luxurious. "How did you get it changed in such a small amount of time?" I ask.
Vincent smiles happily at me. This is the first time I've felt my heart flutter at his appearance. This is the first time I think I've really noticed how handsome this man is. How have I neglected him for so long?
"Do you like it?" His voice comes through gently, sounding pleasing to my ears. I can feel myself blush.
What an idiot I am, thinking it's a good decision to leave. How stupid it would be. If I were to leave, I would miss my chances to have this man. To stay with him is obviously the best decision.
"Y-Yes," I stammer out, feeling nervous all the sudden. I feel his hand drop from the lower part of my back and I realize I'd been holding my breath. I don't know what he did. But when I look at him now, the same smile. I don't see what I saw a second ago. Or at least I don't think the same of it.
My heart drops, "W-What did you just do to me?" I ask, flustered.
I see a smirk form on his lips, his eyes scanning me for a moment before he chuckles softly and responds calmly, "Were you a little infatuated for a moment there, Love? I haven't seen you blush in a while."
I touch my cheek ever so softly with my finger tips, feeling they're still hot so my face must still be pink. "That doesn't answer my question."
Vincent's smile drops and he signals me to follow as he heads into one of the corridors that leads in an oval back to the main auditorium. It is full of extra supplies, the janitor closet, all the stage equipment, all the maintenance equipment. Almost everything needed to not just run the restaurant but to replace objects and supplies are all along this hallway. There's even a play room for kids when its more busy during the summer.
"I told you about the programming, did I not?" He asks.
I nod, "You did."
Vincent smiles at me, stepping closer as we walk, I can feel him hovering over my shoulder, "Would you like a demonstration?"
I keep my eyes forward, not wanting to see the face he's most likely giving me right now. "I'd rather not," I say worriedly, "There's no need for it, Vincent."
I hear him hum at me, "All I did in the kitchen was place my hand on you and think of the emotions I wanted you to feel."
"Why do I feel like this is something you'd only hear about in a book though?" I ask, now looking up at him since his eyes have wandered elsewhere.
"Because you're one of a kind. People don't have this type of technology, Alex," he says blandly, I can tell he's already bored of the conversation, and he has other things on his mind. "How was your stay in the basement?" he asks.
I almost don't hear him, lost in thought about the confirmation that touch causes my programming to work. So as long as I keep distance between him and I, I won't have to worry about losing my control. When his words register I find myself watching my feet as Vincent and I walk in sync around the first corner. "It was alright. I kind of just kept to myself, except in the evenings when we would hang out." I say.
"And your conversation with Peter this morning must have been pressing. And since you had to hide him before answering the door, I assume you two were up to something." I can feel him look down at me, without having to see him move his head. He's close enough that I can feel his breath on my hair. "You weren't falling in love, were you?" I hear him ask in almost a whisper and his hand runs down my back.
My heart instantly flutters and I blush again. Feeling his hand on my back, all these emotions just got stirred up. Some I haven't felt before. "No, of course not. Why would I ever choose another man over you?" I hear myself say, looking up to meet his eyes which makes me turn even more pink.
He smiles, "Good. Cause I don't share."
My heart pounds. I can't believe he just said that! It's a privilege to be something that Vincent wants to keep and not share. He wants to keep me. Which means he loves me, which is good. It means I won't have to leave. I have no reason to leave if he loves me.
We arrive at the auditorium. I look around enthusiastically. Again, everything has changed. Even the stage looks gorgeous and ready for use.
"Would you like to go check out your room, my Love?" Vincent asks softly, looking at me happily. The same look he gave me in the Kitchen, which gives me butterflies in my stomach.
I nod, "Yes. I would."
I see his smile grow even more. "Good, I think you're going to love it. I made it look more appealing than it was before."
I follow, willingly. Making that room look more appealing wouldn't be a very difficult assignment. The room looked like it belonged in an old abandoned building. I never kept it clean. The light was constantly going out. I even refused to use the toilet. I'd use the shower and the sink, but I would rather go upstairs and use the public restrooms of the restaurant.
I wonder really, what it looks like now. He's really done amazing with the rest of the building.
I feel his hand slip away as he gets in front of me to lead me back to my room.
My eyes widen softly as I follow him. What Peter said. What if he really is planning on taking me down there to chain me so I can't leave. And what if he's planning on doing it right now? I have no one to come help me if anything like that happens. My head starts thinking of ways to procrastinate. But I can't find anything. I just have to hope that Peter was misinformed.