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She glared at him and shook her head adamantly, "No. I don't want to wear your fiancee's hand me downs. I have my own clothes, at my own home." she was aware that this was probably her robe she was wearing, but she wasn't going to waltz around naked. She figured that she should make him buy her new clothes for the ones he destroyed, but he would have to actually buy them, not take them out of his bitch fiancee's dresser. She wouldn't be caught dead wearing her clothes.
 
"Suit yourself, but we're not going to your house this evening. We'll talk about that tomorrow," he said as if he was trying to gently explain to spoiled child that was not his own. Then, as if sensing her thoughts, he added, "And don't fret about the robe, it's not hers. It's specifically for guests. We have several. I never like letting a guest come away from a stay at my house feeling less than very well taken care of."

He changed the subject, softening his face and smiling at her. "Now, what can I offer you to drink? Dinner won't be ready for a bit yet."
 
She huffed at him, his gentlemanliness starting to get to her. Why was he being polite? Why was he being courteous? He was a rapist, a chauvanist, and a horrid man in general. She kept her arms wrapped around herself tightly, refusing to look him in the eyes. If she looked at his gentle eyes she would be inclined to lessen her anger towards him, which she absolutely couldn't do.

She shook her head again and shrugged, "I don't want anything to drink. And I'm not going to eat dinner."
 
He sighed deeply and said, "I do understand your predicament and your feelings on the matter." He looked at her for a long moment, smiling, and finally started to speak again when it became clear she was going to avoid looking at him, "But, can't I simply acknowledge and agree that you despise me, and appeal to you as a house guest to accept my hospitality?" He let one hand slide into his pocket, but reached his other out in a graceful offer of his hand. His voice was soft and even, and he could be quite charming when he tried.
 
She gritted her teeth and stared at the floor, focusing on one tiny spot on the wooden floor to keep from taking her eyes up to his. He was trying to charm her, that much was obvious. She wasn't a house guest. House guests chose to be there. House guests wanted to be there and house guests enjoyed their stay. She did not want to be there and she was not going to enjoy her stay. She wanted to say all of these things to him, but instead when she opened her mouth, "Fine." came out and she slowly lifted her hand up to him.
 
His touch was very gentle as he led her into a beautifully decorated study with a bar off to the side. The walls were lined with shelves of books and the room was decorated to look like the captain's cabin on an old sailing ship. There were maps and paintings, tapestries and brass telescopes on the walls and tables. He left her in the middle of the room and walked behind the bar. "Now, Elsa, are you sure there's nothing I can get you?" he said as he started to pour himself a small glass of scotch filled with ice.
 
She walked slowly into the study, as if a stubborn child who didn't want to comply with her parent's wishes. She sulked in the middle of the room, at first trying not to look at all of the things lining the walls. But she couldn't help herself and lifted up her face to gaze at the titles of the books along the walls. Elsa adored reading, she read as much as she could. But she didn't want to be interested in Nick's things. She shook her head again, still stubborn, "No. I don't want anything," especially not alcohol.
 
Despite her efforts, he noticed her eyes wandering, "Alright, but if you change your mind, let me know. I've even got Perrier and Peligrino if you're not interested in something hard. See anything you're interested in?" He pointed with his glass of scotch, indicating the group of books she happened to be looking at. He took a sip of the smooth alcohol and walked casually over to join her, looking 'over her shoulder' as it were.
 
When he came up behind her she immediately moved away from him, her face flushing and her body tensing up. The memories of earlier had come flooding back to her and she almost freaked out. She was able to keep her feelings inside, though, and just move a few steps away from him. She didn't like being close to him and she didn't like his suave manner. It was a lot easier to hate him when he was being an asshole. "I don't want or like anything, stop asking me." she snapped viciously.
 
He smiled and nodded, even taking a few steps back to be less threatening. He showed no sign of being insulted, doing everything he can to try and make her comfortable. "My apologies, only trying to make a little conversation. You needn't fear me. If you'd prefer solitude until dinner," he offered, thinking to himself she might be more willing to pull one of the books off the shelf if he weren't around, "I can leave and call you when the food is ready."
 
She shrugged again, her fingers clutching the soft terry cloth robe around her to keep her anger inside. If she blew up at him, only bad things could happen. She had to keep it inside. She shrugged again, "Whatever. I'm not going to eat." she persisted, not wanting to have to owe him for anything. She was already under his thumb, she didn't want any reason to have to owe him or for him to touch her again. "You should just take me home." truthfully, she wanted to look at his books. But she wouldn't. She didn't want him to know what she liked, but he was slowly cracking her will.
 
He nodded. "If you insist, but I'm obliged to continue to offer. I'll give you some time." He walked from the room and gently shut the door, going to the kitchen to check on how Rudalpho was coming with dinner. He was sorely tempted to return to the door of the study to spy on her through a crack in the door, but he resisted, knowing that it would be rude and going back on his word, not to mention that if she were relaxing and she caught him watching she'd have a conniption.

Instead, after he saw that there was only need to wait another 10-15 minutes, he sat in the room across the hall where he could watch the door and sipped his scotch.
 
She breathed a huge sigh of relief when he left the room, her fingers releasing the cloth. She slowly dropped her arms to her sides and slumped her shoulders, the tension flowing away from her. She glanced around the room slowly, taking in the wonderful smell of leatherbound books. She walked over to the large chair behind the desk and sat down in it, leaning back and relaxing. She closed her eyes for a moment, drifting off into space.

She sat there for a few minutes and then sat up, wandering over to one of the bookcases. She was so tempted. When she saw that he had a volume of Socrates' work she couldn't help herself. She pulled it out and brought it back to the leather chair, curling up in it and beginning to read.
 
He finished his scotch and looked at the time. Deciding that it was a reasonable moment to go and get her, he set his glass down and walked across the hall. He had a sudden urge to throw open the door to see what she was up to, but decided against it. Instead, he knocked at the door softly and said, "Elsa, dinner should be just about ready." He gave her several moments and then slowly started to push the door open.
 
She jumped up as soon as she heard his voice, racing over to the bookcase and shoving the book back in. She hoped that he hadn't seen her, him knowing that she was interested in his things would only make her situation worse. She walked briskly to the front of the room when she saw that he was pushing the door open. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms in front of her chest. When she saw his face she shrugged and said, "Well...maybe I could eat a little."
 
He grinned in response and offered her his arm, saying with only the slightest hint of humor, "I'd be honored if you would." He noted how warily she took his arm and led her to the rather large dining room, pulling out a chair next to the head of the table for her. After she was seated, he sat down at the head of the beautiful wood table right next to her. The room was fairly large and the table was long. It felt a bit strange to be the only two at a table that could easily accommodate 20, and in truth, he didn't eat many of his meals here. There were four low hanging crystal chandeliers that lit the surface of the table, picking up the shine. "Rudalpho has made something fairly simple. Only three courses, I hope you don't mind," he said, nodding to the butler who was standing in the partially opened door to the kitchen. The next moment, a salad of fresh greens, apples and nuts was set in front of her, drizzled in a raspberry dressing that was obviously freshly made.
 
She sat at the table and slumped a little bit, fatigue from the day beginning to cloud her thoughts. She heaved a great sigh and didn't even bother to look around the room, knowing that it would be lavish and opulent like every other room. She rested her face in her hand, closing her eyes for a moment. Exhausted. Then she sat back up and shook her head a little bit, she didn't want him to know just how much he had worn her down. At this point, if he forced himself on her right now she would just lay there and let him do whatever. She didn't have the energy to fight him. When the salad came she picked up a fork and began to nibble at it. The raspberry dressing was especially good. She ate it all, faster than she thought she would. She hadn't thought she would eat it at all.
 
He noticed her mood and realized that she must be allowing herself to relax some if she was showing fatigue. He was just thinking about carrying her up to bed, when he saw that she was eating ravenously. As soon as she had finished the salad, the butler came and took the plate with the fork. He poured her some sparkling water in an elegant wineglass; Nick had specifically told him not to give her any alcohol unless she asked for it. He didn't want Elsa to think he was trying to get her drunk now. He wouldn't call what they had established a rapport exactly, but at least she wasn't spitting venom at him at the moment.

Nick set his fork down and nodded, indicating he was finished as well. He had barely made it through half of the salad, but didn't want to make her wait for the main course. After taking Nick's plate, the butler returned with two plates, covered. After setting the plate down in front of Elsa, notably serving her first every time he brought a plate, he removed the silver plate cover to reveal a lovely half rack of roasted lamb in a cherry sauce with roasted potatoes and vegetables.
 
She glanced over and saw that Nick had barely eaten half of the salad before he waved it away. Was she eating too much? She frowned for a moment and then realized she didn't care. She could eat all of his food, make him pay for her to eat. She wouldn't be here to consume his food if he hadn't done what he'd done to her. She took a sip of the water, it tasted good. She took a long draw of it and sighed again, she was glad that she had decided to allow herself to eat.

When the second plate came and was uncovered her eyes grew wide. The lamb was absolutely beautiful. She sliced a piece of it and put it into her mouth. It dripped its savory juices and the cherry sauce and was delicious. She began to eat it happily, not quite wolfing it down, but consuming it quite steadily. Everything was cooked so nicely, she wasn't used to eating such perfect food. She cleaned that plate off as well, but now she was feeling pretty full.
 
This time Nick was able to finish his lamb and most of the potatoes before she had cleaned her plate. He covered his mouth to hide a grin. He was thoroughly enjoying watching her eat. For the first time since he'd met her, she seemed... pleasant, maybe even a bit happy.

"I hope you've saved room for a little dessert, Elsa," Nick said as she finished and he motioned to the butler, "Rudalpho's specialty is his Blueberry Creme Brule. I believe we might be treated to it this evening." The butler returned with two small plates with a custard dish in the middle of them containing a lovely presentation of the dessert, garnished with fresh blueberry's and drizzled slightly in what Nick recognized as the fresh caramel sauce that his chef made personally. The custard was light and was accented perfectly by the tart of the blueberry and the crunch of the caramelized sugar that covered it. This dish was the reason he'd hired Rudalpho away from the restaurant he had been working at.
 
Elsa said nothing as Rudalpho took the dinner plates away. Nor did she speak when he said he hoped that she had saved room. She didn't really know what to say to him. She didn't want to be pleasant towards him, but at the moment she couldn't think of anything terrible enough to say. She folded her hands in her lap nervously as she waited for the dessert to be brought out. When it was, she stifled the small gasp she felt. The dessert looked scrumptious.

She picked up the dainty dessert fork and pushed it into the creme brulee, taking a small portion out. She slid it into her mouth and chewed, the flavor filling her mouth and surprising her. It wasn't just scrumptious, it was heavenly. A small murmur of delight escaped her before she could hold it back. She didn't eat the entire dessert, but she certainly ate most of it. She was still exhausted afterwards, but she felt better than she had. Her mood had lifted substantially.
 
He finished his meal and smiled delightedly at her obvious enjoyment. It made him feel a little warmer, more at home. Now, how to keep her in this mood? Their plates were taken from the table along with their napkins. Nick stood and started to pull out her chair for her, trying to think of how to start a conversation. He thought of asking what she thought of the house, or the study, or even the food. Everything seemed sure to put her back into a defensive mode. "Was the meal adequate, Elsa? Do you need anything else?" was all he managed as he gently helped her from her seat.
 
She stood from the chair, manuevering herself away from his grasp when he helped her up from the chair. She took a few steps away from him, still not trusting him with anything. She nodded, "The food was excellent, I have to admit." she wrapped her arms around herself again, but not as defensively as before, it was just a habit she had. "I'm very tired. I would appreciate being let to sleep...alone." she tried to be as pleasant about it as possible, she wasn't feeling very bitchy anyway.
 
He nodded, "Of course. I should have realized you'd be tired." He sort of regretted that comment immediately, but pressed on, "I'd offer you my master bed, but I'm sort of anticipating that you'd prefer one of the guest rooms. Come with me and I'll show you the way. " He called over the butler and whispered something in his ear. He scurried off, and Nick offered his arm to her to show her to a room.

He walked her slowly towards the large winding staircase and risked a little conversation, "What do you think of the house?" At the top of the staircase he went down the nearest hall to one of the several guestrooms. Knowing his staff's professionalism, he had no doubt that there was a king sized bed covered in fresh satin sheets, with a night gown close to her size laid out on it waiting for him to drop her off in. He wasn't severe with his staff, but he was known to have meticulous expectations.
 
She frowned at his comment about the master bed. Of course he would want her to sleep in his bed with him, and of course she wouldn't. She followed him languidly to the stairs, walking up the enormous staircase carefully. As she walked she tried to figure out her feelings. At the moment she didn't feel much of anything except fatigue, but she couldn't decide what she thought about Nick. Maybe they'd just gotten off on the wrong foot.

She looked at him and gave him the tiniest of smiles, "It's very nice. Certainly the nicest house I've ever been in." she stopped at the door that he stopped in front of, waiting for him to open it. She felt it would be rude to just throw it open the door and waltz in. She cleared her throat nervously, "Um...thank you for the food. It was the best I've had in a long time."
 
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