Beatrice wasn't sure about anything at all.
How she slipped, how she fell in the tub that was now filled with water and how the Lord was in it with her.
Her eyes widened at their position and she gasped.
"Milord?"
"Hmm, it seems Little Beatle wanted me to join her in the bath."
"Ha, Milord. I would never want that besides you fell as well, how is that my fault?" She asked.
"Words and actions are two different things." The Lord said to have Beatrice huffed.
Beatrice straightened her dress and tried getting out of the tub but was pulled back.
"Milord?"
"Hmm."
Her eyes widened, seeing that her hair had gotten tangled with the Lord's button.
This was not going as she had thought it would go.
Beatrice didn't like the way, her body tingled, the sensation that ran in and out of her body as her body touched the Lord's in the bath.
"Be gentle, less you cut your hair, Beatrice." The Lord said, and she nodded, fidgeting with the button and her hair.
"Ha, it came off." She sighed, as she removed her hair and got up.
Lord Wolfarine didn't move as he sat in the bath, watching her with his eyes.
There in front of him was intriguing but...
The was always a but.
"Milord? Can you leave now, so I can bathe?" She asked, and the Lord nodded.
"Very well then." Beatrice smiled.
"You're more pretty when you smile Beatrice, has anyone ever told you that?"
"You're the first Milord." She lied and he shook his head.
"Lying is a bad thing Beatle, and don't smile when you lie. It makes worst." Lord Wolfarine said and got up from the bath.
He got out of the tub and straightened his dress, as water trickled down from it to the tub.
"Press the bull's head to the left and the water will drain."
"Yes, Milord."
"Very well then, off I go Beatrice, you can bath."
Beatrice hissed, as the Lord walked out of the bathroom.
The Lord was indeed a good talker and a flirt.
She brought her hands to the lower hem of her dress and pull the dress out of her body.
Taking the gown that fitted her slender figure, she heaved a deep breath.
After draining the water, she filled the tub with clean water and got into the bath.
It was relaxing and soothing, and she didn't want to leave but knowing that there was a table filled with people waiting for her Beatrice had to hasten her bath.
The door opened and she dipped her body into the water with a wide eye.
Was the Lord this pathetic?
"Sorry to startle you Milady, the Lord asked me to bring you a new dress." It was a maid.
Beatrice sighed, regretting that she had thought lowly of the Lord.
After all, he had women flocking around her.
Why would he stoop so low to come in her bath?
"Hmm, thank you, Milady." The maid bowed.
"What is your name?" Beatrice asked, seeing that the maid had not left.
"My name is Lola, Milady." The maid answered, her head still facing the floor.
"Hmm, Lola. What a nice name. I had a cat when I was a little child and her name was Lola. She's still alive though but she's in Nalish, I Will go get her one of these days. Oh, how I miss her." Beatrice said, shaking her head.
"She would miss you as well Milady."
"I doubt that, she was so little when I had her," Beatrice said.
"No, Milady. Cats tend to know their master very well, s especially cats bred in the Black Market." The maid said, to have Beatrice narrow her eyes.
"The Black Market? Hmm, if it is so..that means she knows me well then."
"Yes, Milady."
"Thank you, Lola, you can leave now.. I'll be ready soon."
"I can't Milady, the Lord has asked me to stay with you and help you dress," Lola answered.
"Hmm, the Lord?"
"Yes, Milady."
"Tell me, Lola, is this the guest room or?" Beatrice asked to see Lola shaking her head.
"It is not the guest room Milady, it is the Lord's room," Lola answered confirming Beatrice's suspicion.
Beatrice gave a light smile, as she continued with the bath.
Why would the Lord bring her to his bath?
*****
Lord Wolfarine walked through the hallway, his clothes soaked and dripping with water.
"Don't tell me you're not enjoying Isabella's company?" Lord Wolfarine asked, tilting his head to the man that stood at the door.
"Hmm, I wonder why you're soaked? Tell me, brother, is it that you're dumb or you're not sure she's going to accept o, you afraid?"
"I don't know why you're so obsessed about Beatrice Niklaus, but whatever you're thinking has to end here." Lord Wolfarine said to have the other man smile.
"Easy now, we would not want someone to hear what we're saying lest the word 'mate' goes out to the public," Niklaus said.
"Ha, what I'm I saying? The people would be so happy that their Lord had found his mate." Niklaus said.
Lord Wolfarine opened the door and got in.
"She's in my room, and about the talk you wanted to have with her be careful Niklaus, I wouldn't think twice in tossing you off the roof..you know me."
"I know, I heard everything. Your heartbeat is not that steady when you're with her. How should I put it? It goes rough and balanced at the same time. Makes me wonder what you're so afraid of?"
Lord Wolfarine stopped on his track, his hand froze on his belt.
"You talk too much for a Lord Niklaus."
"What should I say? My dear cousin and brother taught me a lot. One should not stay without talking." Lord Niklaus teased.
"How about I go out there and tell my dearest Beatrice how you kill people every day under the basement in the dungeon!"
TBC