Chapter 5 And you are

She gasped and was completely startled. So much so that the top she held fell to the ground.

She wasn't shocked that someone had gotten in. It was the someone himself that struck her dumb.

Yeah....... Himself .

Because before her was perhaps the tallest person she'd ever seen. She looked up at him and wasn't quite sure about what she saw. His features were completely expressionless. No shock, just the most compelling pair of grey eyes she'd ever seen.

She felt the hair on her body rise, but not out of fear. It was something completely different. Something she couldn't quite understand.

Everything went still. He didn't move from where he was standing right inside the door. His hand still on the knob. He might have been wearing an overcoat but she could see the outline of his flexed muscles. He looked so......... Captivatingly cold. Despite the fact that he was dressed in a suit.

She watched as he took her in, then his eyes started travelling southwards and Crystal seemed to recall where exactly she was.

In a washroom, half-naked apart from a pair of jeans and a stupid lace bra, standing next to some sort of Greek warrior ! She quickly bent down and picked up her wrap dress, using it to cover up.

" What......Who......What are you doing here? " she struggled to ask, beginning to panic.

" Well?..... Leave or else I'll call management and tell them -" he took a step towards her and she gasped again. A short little sound that she seemed to be really fond of.

"Don't come any closer or I'm gonna scream ! " And she truly was planning to. God! This really isn't how she'd planned on dying. Because this person was clearly capable of that, that and much more.

"I'm warning you. You have no idea what I'm capable of..... " Man, even she could tell she sounded crazy. What was she thinking? The most harm she could do to him was probably use her perfectly manicured nails to scratch him just a little before he got a hold of her and had his way. And even that was highly unlikely.

He stood an arm's length away from her. Why wasn't he saying anything. In her book, only serial killers were usually quiet. Well, those and people who couldn't actually speak.

Maybe that was it, maybe he was mute and had lost his way and needed someone to give him directions to his psychiatrist or something. Cause he was clearly not normal. Jeez! She was losing it. Her heavy breathing was all that could be heard. That and the sound of her heart pounding.

"Do you know where you are? " he asked and God, that voice.

That deep, low and nerve-racking voice. She could hear and feel it penetrating her skin and pushing it's way to her core. She found herself wanting to hear it again. And although part of her was freaking out, the other part was mostly curious.

She recalled what he'd asked her and she shakily looked around.

"Yeah. Do you? "

"I believe so, unless of course they decided to rebuild this place overnight and turned the men's room into your bedroom, " he said but instead of answering, Crystal was busy asking herself whether it was possible to fall in love with someone's voice. Cause if it was then she was head over heels here.

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" Men's room? "Crystal asked but he didn't respond. Just stood there looking at her from underneath his thick lashes. Making her feel completely vulnerable. He smelt like power, if that was even possible. A woody yet exotic spice she couldn't quite name. And his stare was so cold she almost shivered. She cleared her throat nervously and shifted from foot to foot.

"Well. Okay then do you mind get out for just a moment.... Please? "

If that was truly a magic word then he was immune to its effects. He didn't even show any signs of wanting to leave.

" Why should I? You're the one that doesn't belong here... " he let his gaze flicker over her yet again "..are you not? "

He might have been the sexiest man alive but he clearly didn't have morals. Crystal was running late and she really didn't have time for this.

" Are you kidding me? Do you know nothing about etiquette? "

" I'm afraid I don't, " was the clear response. Crystal figured that it would be wise not to argue with him. Aiden must be wondering why she was taking so long. And this guy was not going to leave. Which meant there was only one way this could go. She gathered every ounce of courage she had and picked up her top. She then turned away from him though there was no use. She still caught him taking her in in the mirror in front of her.

She let the wrap dress fall to the ground and quickly put on the top. Then she turned around proceeding to pick up her blazer , then her shoes. Once they were on she collected her things from the floor and threw them into her suitcase. She stood up, realizing that he still had his eyes pinned on her, as if mastering her every action.

" Well of you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with people who actually know the meaning of principles! " she firmly stated as she strode around him to leave, dragging her suitcase along.

" Oh and by the way, I don't know if anyone taught you this but it isn't polite to stare at people! " she added before storming out. That was definitely a strange and unexpected encounter, but in the bright side, at least she was never going to meet him again. Whoever her dark haired, grey eyed and impolite mystery man was. Though something told her he was going to be stuck in her mind for days to come.

Which made the idea of never seeing him again a little... Or maybe a lot disappointing.

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Nick took in a breath of air. Felt like the first time he'd done so since walking in here. What had just happened? He wasn't the type that got affected by appearances. So why had they just affected him now. He'd seen his share of pretty women. From actresses to models. But he'd never seen the big deal in it. He'd never necessarily saw it as anything but what it truly was.

An appearance.

A look to be identified by.

So what the fuck was going on here! Why the hell did he feel like his stupid heart had stopped beating ?Why was he taking in deep breaths so he could find a hint of her scent in it. Nature. That's what it smelt like.

ike the green fields on a spring morning. Or a flower garden after blooming.

Why couldn't he move and why couldn't he forget how she looked ? Was it even normal to have skin that flawless, with completely no sign of even the tiniest spot? Her eyes. For the love of all things sacred! Those eyes. Amber. That was their colour. They seemed warm, as if a slow burning fire ignited beneath them. What was she? Some sort of witch? Because a spell was the only way to explain what she'd done to to him.

He decided that what he needed was a strong drink to forget everything that had happened. This was so not going to happen to him. He looked down and realized just how hard he'd gotten. And he hadn't even touched the girl. He pretty much staggered out of there and back to the bar, then after that he would go and pick up a random girl somewhere.

Hopefully he wasn't ever going to run into that girl again. He'd rather die than let her affect him like that.