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He was quite surprised to find her mood so drastically changed. He nodded pleasantly as she complimented the house, "Thank you, it's nice to have someone who appreciates the work I've put into it." For a change, he thought to himself but did not add.

When they reached the door, he let her hand fall from his arm and pulled on the doorknob. He smiled and answered her as she commented on the meal, "I'll be sure to pass that on to Rudalpho, he'll love to hear it." He motioned towards the inside of the room, but did not impose himself by entering behind her. As he had expected, they had made the room up for her. Light blue satin sheets and comforters matched the lace and chiffon accents in the room. There were beautiful bedside lamps that set off the light blue tones of the room with purple, red, and green hues. There were even Victorian style couches in the spacious accommodations; in any other house this would be a master bedroom. Draped across the bed was a satin nightgown that, of all things, matched the room. If she looked at it closer, she'd notice that it was quite close to her size. For a brief moment, he hoped she would realize that this wasn't his fiance's but one of many that were just for this guest room. Then he told himself that she would wear it or she wouldn't, it was up to her.

"Now, sleep as long as you wish, Elsa," he said to her, standing at the door politely, "but come and find me downstairs when you wake. I should still be up. Oh, and if you require anything, even just a glass of milk, press the button on the intercom beside the bed there, and someone will attend to you."
 
She gazed inside the room and once again was amazed by its contents. It was such a pretty blue color, so feminine and soft. She hadn't ever really been one for femininity, but this room blew her away. She stepped inside it and took her time taking in her new surroundings. She walked over to the bed and picked up the nightgown, it was softer than any piece of clothing she'd ever worn. All of her clothes were expensive and fancy, but this was beyond any of her own things. She turned her head when he spoke to her and nodded silently.

Once he left she untied the robe from herself and took it off, draping it over a nearby chair. She slipped the nightgown on, feeling down her body in reverence of the gown. It felt so soft, so nice. She climbed into the bed and under the covers. In seconds she was completely gone. She slept for hours and hours, at least a full night's sleep worth. When she awoke she stretched and yawned, at first not aware of where she was. Then she remembered. She huffed and rolled out of the bed, trying to decide what to do.

She just decided to go downstairs as he'd asked. She wondered if he had slept at all, she hadn't looked at the clock but it must be early in the morning sometime. She went down the lavish staircase to the living room, seeing him sitting there. She walked over to him slowly, still in the nightgown. "Hi." she said awkwardly.
 
He was reading some philosophy by Harvey Mansfield, and nodding off. He was still dressed in his blue dress shirt and suit slacks from the day before, but it was obvious that he had been sleeping, on and off probably, in them on the couch where he sat. His hair and his clothes were a little ruffled. He had been waiting for her all night, refusing to go to bed in case she came down in the next moment.

He was mostly asleep when she moved near him and said hi. He woke, but managed not to jump and be startled. He smiled as if he hadn't seen her in ages and said sleepily, "Hi, Elsa." He looked over her in the nightgown. The staff had outdone themselves; it looked like it had practically been tailored for her. She looked radiant, even though she had just woken up. She could feel something different in his look this time, it wasn't simple lust, though the nightgown was fetching, it was... admiration. After a long moment, his eyes trailed back up to hers and he sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes a bit. "How did you sleep?" he asked, opening his eyes and smiling at her.
 
Her cheeks flushed when she saw his eyes trail up and down her body, obviously taking in the curves that the nightgown accentuated. It was true, the gown fit her perfectly. It was snug on her breasts without being tight, it fell over her butt nicely and her hips looked especially shapely. The pale blue color if it set off her pale skin as well as making her honey colored eyes stand out. Her dark brown hair was down around her shoulders and wasn't brushed, but somehow it still looked okay.

"Extremely well. Best sleep I've had in..." she began, but then stopped. She realized that she was having a lot of 'bests' here, and that was strange. Best bath, best food, best sleep. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, wondering if all of that had been planned. She shook the thought out of her head and put a small smile on her face, the best one she could muster up considering the fact that she still remembered how horrible he'd been to her. "I see you haven't slept much."
 
He was very pleased to hear that she had enjoyed the room and the bed, even though she trailed off rather than finishing the sentence. Her mood was definitely improving. He stretched, reaching his arms above his head and flexing his shoulders. Her comment about his own sleep caught him as he was trying to cover a yawn. He chuckled lightly. "Well, you know how it is when you get started with a good book," he said with a note of sarcastic humor, it was quite obvious that his interest had been in waiting for her and not the reading.

He smiled at her, beaming a little, and he couldn't help it. It slipped out of his mouth, "You look beautiful, Elsa." He met her eyes, searching for a reaction. He smiled confidently, but pleasantly, trying not to show any regret at saying something so direct to her.
 
Her cheeks flushed deeply when he commented directly on her beauty. She fidgeted a little, as if a school girl being complimented on her mary-janes. She folded her hands together and twisted them nervously, unsure of what to say. She had appreciated the comment greatly, and for a second she forgot their past together. She smiled a little, her eyes switching from object to object, unsure of what to rest on. Finally her eyes rested on his face, trusting him for a moment. "Thank you," she whispered.

She didn't know what to do now. She wanted to hate him, she really really did, but it was getting more and more difficult as the seconds wore on. She unfolded her hands and rubbed them on the nightgown, clenching it and unclenching it as she waited for him to say something more. She didn't want him to try to be intimate with her again, but she had a feeling that that was what he was going to do.
 
Nick watched her nervously shift under his compliment with great delight. Finally, to relieve her tension he said, "Come sit down, Elsa. Why don't we have a little talk?" He motioned towards a leather chair across from him, not wanting to make her feel nervous by suggesting she sit next to him on the couch.

He went on without waiting for her to sit down, he was still speaking with the gentlemanly tone but not quite the hospitable host sort of speech he had been using, "I like you Elsa, quite a bit actually. You're fiery and fun, as well as quite pleasant when you want to be. Naturally I want you to stick around, and I would like it if that was voluntary on your part. However, I can certainly understand if that's not going to be the case right now." He smiled pleasantly at her, but there was his familiar smugness lurking behind it, "I'm going to be frank with you though, I'm not ready to let you go yet."
 
She walked over to the chair slowly and sat, sure that whatever he was going to say to her wasn't going to be good. Her life had been okay for too long since it happened, she knew it was going to have to come to an end eventually. She watched him carefully as he spoke, taking in his words. She sighed, knowing that it was going to eventually come to this. She folded her hands in her lap again and thought for a moment before answering him.

She shook her head, "But I don't want to stay. You don't need me. You have your money back and I don't expect any money from you. Not a penny. You don't even need to pay me for the two days I worked. I won't press charges, I'll just leave. Dissapear. You'll never have to worry about any of this." she tightened her hands together, hoping that he wasn't going to get angry.
 
His voice was calm, but it wasn't flexible, as it had been when he was playing host, "Elsa, I most certainly do need you, and I'm aware that you probably don't want me to need you in the way I do. Nonetheless, I do, and I'm not letting you go. I appreciate your reassurances, though I wish you'd reconsider about the money." He paused, but figured that was a fruitless argument right now, "We'll talk about that some other time, but for now I want to know what your address is. We're going to stop by your place first thing today for you to get some things."

He spoke calmly and evenly, but he was definitely not giving any indication of taking no for an answer. She wondered if he was this intimidating in meetings, it would certainly explain some of the success his business had produced.
 
She opened her mouth to protest, about to say that she would never give him her address. But she realized that he could probably find her address easily if he wanted to. He could just look her up online, look on her emplyoment file, any number of things. She sighed and mumbled her address to him, sitting back against the back of the chair. She could tell that he was terribly intimidating, and she didn't like it. Nor did she like it that he obviously wanted to keep her around just to fuck her.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared down at the floor, not wanting to look at his face anymore. She half felt like he was her chiding father and half felt like he was her over protective husband. Neither she liked.
 
As she watched, he wrote the address down in a small book that he then tucked back into his shirt pocket. He stood up and strode over to a mirror, straightening his hair and his shirt a little, then walked to the front closet, still in her view. He took the familiar trench coat from its hanger and walked back towards her. "I'm afraid I'm going to once again have to insist on the conditions we had earlier. If you wouldn't mind, please disrobe and put this on," though he was being polite, it was still clear this was not a request, "I'd like to get to your place before the sun comes up. If you're not going to wear Jennifer's things, we'll have to get some of yours."
 
"I'm not going to run away from you. And I'm not going to put on the trench coat again," she knew that he didn't want to bargain with her, but she wasn't going to be his little bitch either. She'd repaid her debt, he was just keeping her along to be malicious. "You'll have to drag me by the hair again and rip off this nightgown if you want me to be in the trench coat. But I'm not going to try to run." she looked up at him again, looking to see if he was going to be a heartless bastard or if he would do some compromising.
 
His eyes moved over her again, but this was very different. He was thinking about something. It looked almost as if he was contemplating violence. In truth, he was considering whether or not he truly wanted to tear the nightgown apart in the fight she was threatening. It did fit her so very well, very pleasing. "Very well," he said finally, deciding that he truly wasn't interested in permanently destroying a beautiful thing. "You insist on the gown, you won't have the coat, then I'll oblige," he smiled his familiar smirk as he continued, "If you want to walk about outside wearing nothing but that gown and your bare feet, that's up to you." He didn't even give her a pause to argue, "Let's get going, Elsa. I want to get out of here before Jennifer decides to come over."
 
She rolled her eyes at him, glad that she had won this. They weren't going out, so far as she knew. They were going to her home, which was in a secluded neighborhood, and his home was away from others as well. There weren't many who would see her, and even if they did, she was better off in this nightgown than naked under a too-large trench coat. She stood up and stretched a little, still a tiny bit groggy from the sleep.

She frowned when he mentioned Jennifer again. "Why? You don't want her to see the secretary you raped?" she snapped at him, her good mood put off a little bit by his obvious show of dominance. She walked towards the door, knowing that he would either follow her or grab her hair and yank her back.
 
He rushed her when she shot her venomous mouth off at him, stopping inches from her face and remembering the promise he had made not to hurt her this evening in his house. His eyes stared down at her, using every bit of height advantage he had to tower over her. "Just get in the car, Elsa," he said calmly, but a little less evenly than before. He stepped back and motioned towards the front door.

He kept his peace then until she finally started walking and he had opened the front door for her. She had taken only one step out the door when she was grabbed by the hair from behind. He yanked her backwards, pulling her against him, and slapped her across the face, being careful to preserve the gown. "I told you that you wouldn't be hurt this evening, and now that we're out the door, that evening is over," he said angrily and then started walking briskly to the limo with her hair still caught tight in his grip, not seeming to care if she was going to try to keep up or not. "Why must you always insist on provoking me, Elsa?" he asked as he dragged her towards the car. The limo driver was already there and holding open the door. He watched the scene with a slightly raised eyebrow, but made no move to intercede on the girl's behalf. When they were near the open car door, Nick yanked on her head and tried to practically throw her into the back seat by her hair.
 
he yelped when he grabbed her by the hair, struggling to get away from him. She tried to be deadweight and pull back from him, like a dog who doesn't want to go for a walk. But he yanked her still, dragging her towards the limo. She screamed obscenities at him, her patience with him gone for the time being. When he opened the door and threw her in, she tumbled into the back seat, rolling some. She growled and sat up, fixing the gown and trying to fix her hair. She was sure that by the end of this she was going to be bald.

She sat up fully and glared at him when he got into the limo. "Why do you insist on keeping me here!? I hate you, can't you see that? I'm never going to be the little bitch that you want!" she hissed, completely livid. She couldn't believe that she had allowed him to charm her before, that she had been even slightly swayed by his generosity.
 
He took a moment outside of the car to straighten his hair again. He clenched his fist once, then released it, grinning to himself outside the limo. The challenge she was offering was invigorating, but though he had no qualms about slapping or being rough with her, he felt that if he lost his temper somehow that would mean she had beaten him, even if she might bear the bruises.

He climbed inside the limo and pulled his face into a confident smirk as she seethed at him. He made a show of looking her up and down and only answered her first question. "Because you look cute in your pajamas, Elsa," he offered, his voice laden with sarcasm.
 
She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, turning away from him. She stared at the glass seperating the driver from them. She could see her haggard reflection in it, as well as Nick's polished yet fatigued one. She huffed again and averted her eyes, now looking now at the plush carpet on the floor of the limo. He seemed to have everything, all of her fighting seemed to be absolutely purposeless.

"Whatever," she said lamely, unable to think of any better fight. She figured when they got to her home she would just rush in and grab her stuff and run back out. She'd been damned if he tried to control her in her own home.
 
He didn't say much after giving Jenkins the address to her place. Once or twice he caught her looking at his reflection in the glass, and he looked back with a bemused grin plastered across his face. Her good mood seemed quite erased. No matter, he thought, time enough for that later. He had caught something wild this time; One couldn't expect her to simply be tamed.

After several minutes of driving, they pulled up to her house. Not bad, he thought. Something in the way she was sitting, so close to the door perhaps, told him she wasn't going to wait for Jenkins to open her door. Taking the initiative, he opened his own right before the car completely halted, stepping out the opposite side from her and turning to catch her eye when she stepped out of the car.
 
She got out of the car as soon as the car stopped. She stood and walked briskly towards her house, seeing Nick watching her out of the corner of her eye. She walked right up to the front door and leaned over near one of the bushes. She stuck her hand in, and in a second she pulled it back out holding a key. She unlocked her door and walked inside of it, pushing the door closed behind her. She didn't care if he caught it in time or not.

She breathed a huge sigh of relief once she was inside her house. She glanced around her simple living room, feeling at home immediately. She stopped and breathed for a few moments, enjoying the few seconds of alone time she had before Nick burst in after her. She went towards the stairs and went up it, walking down the hallway. The last room on the right was the master, her room. She went inside and went to her closet. She quickly pulled on panties under the nightgown before he came in.
 
He smirked after her as she all but ran into the house. Fiesty this morning, he thought, she must have slept pretty well. He walked briskly up to her door, feeling a little of the sleep that he had lost the evening before but still not off his game too much. He opened the door gently rather than throwing it open and slamming it closed, but by this time she had already fled the downstairs. "Elsa darling," he called out with as much sarcasm as he could drip into the words, "where are you?"

He quickly checked every downstairs room he could see, and then approached the stairs to continue his search.
 
"My room," she snapped irritably, absolutely abhorring the sarcasm he sunk into his words. He was so full of himself, all of the time. It really got to her. She yanked off the nightgown and dug through her drawers. She quickly pulled a bra on and began to search for a decent top. She picked up a pair of grey dress pants and flung them towards her bed, she would put them on after she found a shirt.

For some weird unknown reason, she was having extreme difficulty finding a shirt she wanted to wear. This one was too tight, this one cut too low, this one was too bright, this one was too dark. She huffed and dug through every drawer she had until she found her most modest of tops: a long sleeved high-neck baggy blouse. She pulled it on, satisfied with it. It was horribly ugly and downplayed every feature she had.
 
He followed the sound of her voice up the stairwell, finding the door to what was obviously her bedroom. Pushing it open, he found her half dressed. For a moment, he stared at her legs, amused. Then his eyes ran up to her top. "Where did you get that, a flea market?" he said teasingly, guessing that she had made her choice out of spite, "I could have offered you some of my clothes if I knew you wanted to look masculine."

She was going to be difficult, that was certain. Still he tried to remain cool. If one of them was going to be angry, he was determined it was going to be her. He walked over to her and gave her a pop on her panty-covered behind. He wasn't sure if he was daring her to fight, or just trying to annoy her, but she was behaving like a bratty child, in his opinion; he intended to treat her like one so long as she continued to.
 
She turned and glared at him when he came in. "I don't want you to look at me," she snapped and grabbed her pants from the bed. She stepped into them and buttoned them quickly. "I don't want you to be able to see any part of me that you don't need to see," she was being a little childish, true, but she figured the harder she was for him to handle the more she would get away with.

When he smacked her ass she yelped and turned around again, pushing him away from her. She stomped away from him and back to her drawers. She shoved everything back to where it was supposed to be and closed them all. She turned back to him, irritation and discontent written all over her face. "Are we done now? Can we leave?"
 
He allowed himself to be shoved, but decided that was the line that he was going to draw. He stood in front of her door, smirking at her. "Elsa, must you be quite so difficult?" he sighed in mock exasperation. Then he started a sarcastic, almost teasing lecture, "No, I'm afraid we're not leaving now. I can be rough, or I can be gentle with you. That is what is up to you, not what I get from you." He grinned broadly at her, somehow the words sounded serious and playful at the same time, then he added, "Today, you seem to have chosen rough."

He stepped towards her, unbuttoning his shirt.
 
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