'What does this garbage even mean?' Trixie questioned. She had considered herself a pretty crafty negotiator, but she couldn't hope to understand most of the terminologies and legal jargon present in that draft.
'Most of it protects him from legal retaliation if you tried to take him to court without substantial evidence of just cause,' Lamya replied, 'but the rest pretty much covers the costs of owning and maintaining upkeep of the estate and all the facilities on its grounds and alternate methods of compensation should you lack funds to pay the regular fees.'
They spent the better part of an hour pouring over the contract. At Lamya's suggestion, she'd question Emerick for clarification on occasion, or present a counter offer. He always had something prepared for any objection she placed, but, to her frustration, it was always reasonable and fair, though a bit demanding. By the time everything was worked out, she felt like her head might explode.
'It would be easier to just marry the guy,' Lamya pointed out.
'What does that have to do with anything?' Trixie demanded.
"Now, shall we move on to more pleasant activities?" Emerick suggested, interrupting whatever Lamya may've had to say.
"What?" Trixie blinked, then registered the way he was looking her over. He'd conducted himself so professionally, she had practically forgotten the fact she was in lingerie. "Oh! Um… yes… but not here. I don't really want to face the wrath of the Jack Rabbit tomorrow."
"Is that so?" Emerick laughed. "I would think you'd love nothing more than to spite him… ah well. On another occasion perhaps."
She gasped as he moved to where she sat and plucked her out of the chair, holding her bridal style. The hunger in his eyes as he stared into her own set her cheeks ablaze, and his hands felt like silk against her body as he adjusted his hold to make her more comfortable.
"I have other plans for this evening anyway," He revealed in a criminally husky voice. All at once, her frustration with him dissolved. Through the lustful fog filling her mind, she realized he was far more formidable than she gave him credit for. If she wasn't careful, she was in very real danger of falling for him.
'Too late,' Lamya grumbled, but she ignored the demon. Emerick's thumb brushing against her arm was having a shockingly erotic effect.
"Where are we going?" Trixie questioned. It was all she could do to keep her voice steady. Their first night together replayed in her mind. He'd gotten the best of her then, but she refused to be taken off guard a second time. This time, she was determined to prove her own mettle.
"My room," Emerick chuckled, "Which you so generously permitted me to keep. I've arranged a few things for you this evening, and I hope they please you my dear."
"I thought this was all about your pleasure," She retorted, thinking back on the contract they'd arranged.
"What could be more pleasurable to a man than lavishing his lady?" Emerick questioned. The idea was so foreign to her, Trixie wasn't sure how to respond.
She had taught Rathus had to fulfill a woman's needs, but otherwise most of the men she'd been with before hadn't thought to be considerate of her pleasure, then again she hadn't cared because she was after their money more than their attention or affection. As she knew it, the world was dog eat dog, and the best way to handle it was to look out for number one above all else. The thought that doing something to make someone else happy could, in turn, fulfill her was confusing in a word.
'Is that not what you do for your family?' Lamya pointed out. 'Did you not sacrifice yourself and your innocence to protect theirs? Did that not make you happy, especially as their little faces lit up when they arrived here?"
'You spend way too much time in my head,' Trixie observed. 'If you don't mind, I'd like some privacy for a while.'
'Fair enough,' Lamya replied. Trixie could feel something like a barrier going up between their minds as the demon withdrew to… wherever she withdrew to.
"Are you feeling any better?" Emerick asked as he opened the door to his bed chambers.
"I'm fine," Trixie replied, too distracted by the contents of his room to really register his question. It was undeniably luxurious, but in a much more comfortable and homey feel than the suit he'd stayed in had been. The smell was also much more appealing, as it reminded her of him.
"Jacoby said you'd had some alarming injuries," he replied, setting her on his bed. She tried not to squeal in delight with how fluffy and soft the comforter was. Her own was pretty nice, but his was like sitting on a cloud.
She was so distracted by the comfort of his bed, she was startled when he took her hand and inspected the wrappings around the cut she'd administered to herself only a few days prior. Between the clinic Jacoby and Ripley had bullied her into visiting and Titus's salves, it was healing nicely.
She shuddered as he traced her skin up her arms and neck, inspecting the conditions of the other small injuries she'd sustained in her struggles. Most of those were almost completely gone, and the bruising around her neck had faded substantially. Once he was satisfied she was, in fact, fine, he kissed her neck and shoulders and stepped away to appreciate her.
"Is it bad I'm excited you chose that one?" He questioned. "I had been hoping to convince you to wear it, but I wasn't sure if you'd like the style."
"So you are the one who picked it out," Trixie teased. "I had worried about that. Then again, Mr. Jack Rabbit doesn't seem especially fond of 'promiscuous' behavior or attire, and I'm not convinced your captain of the guard knows his way around a woman."
Emerick merely chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. She watched with some glee as he shed his shirt, leaving his muscular torso bare. Emerick always looked good, she suspected he'd even be handsome wearing nothing but a potato sack, but she definitely preferred him naked.
Not wanting to lose her senses too quickly, she hastily peeled her eyes from him and looked closer at the state of his room. The door to an adjoining bathroom was open, revealing a full tub filled with bubbles and exuding sultry and relaxing scents. On the bedside table were a number of jars with fancy and exotic labels for all manner of bedside activities. She was most excited about the massage oils and the things she could do to him with them. At the foot of the bed was a cart with a tray of desserts on it, various chocolate covered berries and some kind of cooled beverage. She wasn't familiar with it, but based on the label, to her disappointment, it lacked any alcohol.
"For someone who just got home, you have a lot prepared," Trixie commented.
"I had everything planned out days ago," Emerick replied with a devilish grin. She tried to remain calm as he removed his belt. "It wasn't hard to send word of the time I'd finally arrive back at the estate and have Jacoby plan accordingly."
"I suppose I don't mind," Trixie grinned. She was getting frustrated with his teasing, he was taking his time meandering through the room as he removed and put away his clothes. While she appreciated his tidiness, she was growing impatient. She decided it was about time to give him a taste of his own medicine.
"Comfortable, are we?" He questioned as she stretched out seductively across his bed, leaving full view of her curves. She smiled as she noticed his hands start shaking. He couldn't hold out too much longer. She decided to press him further by stretching her legs a little, giving him a glimpse of her very revealing panties.
"Very," She purred. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you keep this room."
"To late to change your mind now," He teased. "Though, I suppose I don't mind sharing it with you once in a while."
"How generous," She mused. He chuckled and turned away, which caused her to growl in frustration. This was too much foreplay for her liking.
"Impatient are we?" He smirked and glanced back at her. "Very well, I suppose it would be rude to keep you waiting any longer." Discarding his pants, he made his way back to where she lay on the bed.
"Very rude," She gasped as he settled onto the mattress beside her.
"Fine then," He whispered, his breath tickling her neck and ears as he pulled her against him. "Where shall I start?"