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Part Four.
The dining room was dark. . .
Sydney stood at the foot of the steps, watching as Micheal walked around the dimly lit room with a small candle stick.
Thats when she realised he was lighting various candles around the room.
He looked up then as if sensing her presense.
He smiled. . .Slowly as he took in her dressing and Sydney was surprised at how his face seemed to light up at the sight of her.
It was almost like he was a different person in that moment. . .
Like he wasnt a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
When he smiled it was so utterly real.
Almost childlike and Sydney promised herself that she would make a point of making him smile more often.
"Like it?" she asked as she almost girlishly twirled the long blue skirt on the hard wood floor.
His eyes seemed to glow then as he stepped closer.
"You. . .You look very beautiful Sydney. . " he whispered and she felt an inexplicable shiver run down her spine, at his intense almost heated gaze.
He reached out and gently touched her cheek. . .
An almost angelic caress and Sydney shut her eyes briefly revelling in it.
When she opened her eyes again her eyes again he was still staring at her.
She wondered with an almost painful longing what was going through his mind at that moment.
Somehow she knew in her heart that was no ordinary guy. . .
That the hunger that seemed to lurk in his emerald green eyes was not just the typical type of a man who was just merely attracted to a woman as beautiful as her.
No. . .His emotions ran much more deep than that. . .
Swallowing hard she glanced at his outfit.
He was wearing a dark grey slacks with a white oxford shirt,
the cuffs undone and rolled up.
He still had his tie on. . .
A dark navy blue which would have fit well in any office and Sydney wondered how he would react if she bought him a tie with small teddy bears printed across.
"Sydney. . .Why are you staring at my tie?" Micheal asked casually.
"And why are you staring at me?" she retorted.
He smiled and leaned forward.
"Because youre insanely beautiful. . .But please forgive my lack of manners. . ." he said apologetically.
Sydney blushed and just shook her head.
"Youre forgiven." she muttered as she walked up to the table.
He quickly stepped forward and pulled out a chair for her.
"A woman that forgives that easily?" he said teasingly.
She quirked her eyebrow.
"Im really not the average woman, Micheal." she said.
He smiled at this.
"Oh yes. . .I see that." he took a seat across from her.
She glanced down at the table and sniffed the air experimentally.
Something was smelling really good.
On impulse she lifted of the metal lid of one pot and stared at what looked like a delicious culinary meal of roasted meat.
"You must have a very good cook. . ." Sydney observed.
Micheal laughed softly.
"Sydney. . .I cooked." he said.
She looked up so quickly she nearly hurt her neck.
"You cooked this?!" she asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?" he inquired looking throughly amused.
Sydney shook her head in wonder.
"You know. . .How to cook a five star meal?" she asked her brows.
His cheeks reddened slightly in the soft candlelight.
"Hardly as speacial as you make out Syd. . .But i am french. . .And cooking becomes pretty much a requisite with being french." he smiled.
Sydney leaned forward and placed her hands delicately on the table.
"You said you'd tell me about Maria. . " she said softly as she looked him in the eye.
He winced, almost as if just the name caused him so much of pain.
"Maria. . .Was an artist. . ." he began somewhat hesitantly.
"She use to draw anything . . Flowers, dresses, houses. . .One day she began drawing exquisite pictures of yatchs. . ."
Micheal continued.
Sydney nodded suddenly rapt with attention.
"So i decided we would go on a cruise. . It seemed like the right thing. . .
Except because Maria suffered from chronic depression she insisted we go alone. . .
Just us two."
"And you knew how to comandeer a yatch?" Sydney inquired as she leaned on her elbows.
Micheal nodded.
"Yes. . .We went out to sea on a saturday. . .We planned on coming back on Monday. . .
That saturday night. . .When i went to sleep, Maria had insisted she wanted to spend a little more time up on the deck. . ."
Micheal swallowed hard and Sydney encouragingly reached across and placed her hand over his reassuringly.
"What happened then Micheal?" she asked gently.
"She never came down to bed. . ." he said quietly.
"She disappeared . . .
When i woke up the next morning. . .
She was gone."
Micheal looked up at her his eyes filled with pain and Sydney felt her heart go out to him. . .
"Do you know what everyone said?" he asked.
She nodded slowly as the awful truth sank in.
"They said i killed her. . .That nobody goes out to sea. . .
And just disappears. . .
They held me responsible." his voice was bitter and it occured to Sydney in that moment how hard it must have been for him.
It was no wonder he had ended up the way he was. . .
Alone and miserable. . .
Labelled a creul asassin by the public and Government.
Sydney slowly stood up and walked over to him.
The room was so dim. .
She felt almost heady with different sensations. . .
Fear, pain. . .Sorrow. . .
And to her surprise. . .Desire.
He looked up his eyes fixed on her as she walked over to him.
"It hurts doesnt it?" she whispered leaning forward towards his neck.
He nodded, his breathing shallow, as he cupped her beautiful face.
"Youre the only one who has ever understood me. . ." he whispered seeming throughly touched.
"Thank. . .You . . .So much. . " his voice trembled.
She leaned forward just a few inches closer . .
As she stared at his soft pink inviting lips.
She longed to kiss him then. . .
His eyes darkened with desire as he saw the look in her eyes and he closed the distance between them and kissed her gently, just placing his lips over hers.
She sighed deeply as she tilted her head back and deepened the kiss.
The kiss was throughly magically. . .
She found herself wondering if they were perhaps long destined for each other. . .
Yet. .She felt like she was giving in to pure sin. . .
What would her father think. . .
Her father. . .Oh god. . .He was probably scared stiff right now. . .
Wondering what had happened to his precious daughter. . .
If she was even alive?
When meanwhile she was kissing what they called. . .
The very enemy.
Sydney broke the kiss, leaning back on her heels as she stared wide eyed at Micheal.
Micheal seemed almost disoriented. . .
As if he was still taken in by the feel of her lips on his.
"Did. . Did i do something wrong?" he murmured.
Sydney shook her head.
"Micheal. . .I have to leave. . I have to go back." she whispered brokenly.
His eyes widened and his face twisted in pain.
Oh God. . It wasnt until now that she realised how much she meant to him. . .
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Part Four.
The dining room was dark. . .
Sydney stood at the foot of the steps, watching as Micheal walked around the dimly lit room with a small candle stick.
Thats when she realised he was lighting various candles around the room.
He looked up then as if sensing her presense.
He smiled. . .Slowly as he took in her dressing and Sydney was surprised at how his face seemed to light up at the sight of her.
It was almost like he was a different person in that moment. . .
Like he wasnt a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
When he smiled it was so utterly real.
Almost childlike and Sydney promised herself that she would make a point of making him smile more often.
"Like it?" she asked as she almost girlishly twirled the long blue skirt on the hard wood floor.
His eyes seemed to glow then as he stepped closer.
"You. . .You look very beautiful Sydney. . " he whispered and she felt an inexplicable shiver run down her spine, at his intense almost heated gaze.
He reached out and gently touched her cheek. . .
An almost angelic caress and Sydney shut her eyes briefly revelling in it.
When she opened her eyes again her eyes again he was still staring at her.
She wondered with an almost painful longing what was going through his mind at that moment.
Somehow she knew in her heart that was no ordinary guy. . .
That the hunger that seemed to lurk in his emerald green eyes was not just the typical type of a man who was just merely attracted to a woman as beautiful as her.
No. . .His emotions ran much more deep than that. . .
Swallowing hard she glanced at his outfit.
He was wearing a dark grey slacks with a white oxford shirt,
the cuffs undone and rolled up.
He still had his tie on. . .
A dark navy blue which would have fit well in any office and Sydney wondered how he would react if she bought him a tie with small teddy bears printed across.
"Sydney. . .Why are you staring at my tie?" Micheal asked casually.
"And why are you staring at me?" she retorted.
He smiled and leaned forward.
"Because youre insanely beautiful. . .But please forgive my lack of manners. . ." he said apologetically.
Sydney blushed and just shook her head.
"Youre forgiven." she muttered as she walked up to the table.
He quickly stepped forward and pulled out a chair for her.
"A woman that forgives that easily?" he said teasingly.
She quirked her eyebrow.
"Im really not the average woman, Micheal." she said.
He smiled at this.
"Oh yes. . .I see that." he took a seat across from her.
She glanced down at the table and sniffed the air experimentally.
Something was smelling really good.
On impulse she lifted of the metal lid of one pot and stared at what looked like a delicious culinary meal of roasted meat.
"You must have a very good cook. . ." Sydney observed.
Micheal laughed softly.
"Sydney. . .I cooked." he said.
She looked up so quickly she nearly hurt her neck.
"You cooked this?!" she asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?" he inquired looking throughly amused.
Sydney shook her head in wonder.
"You know. . .How to cook a five star meal?" she asked her brows.
His cheeks reddened slightly in the soft candlelight.
"Hardly as speacial as you make out Syd. . .But i am french. . .And cooking becomes pretty much a requisite with being french." he smiled.
Sydney leaned forward and placed her hands delicately on the table.
"You said you'd tell me about Maria. . " she said softly as she looked him in the eye.
He winced, almost as if just the name caused him so much of pain.
"Maria. . .Was an artist. . ." he began somewhat hesitantly.
"She use to draw anything . . Flowers, dresses, houses. . .One day she began drawing exquisite pictures of yatchs. . ."
Micheal continued.
Sydney nodded suddenly rapt with attention.
"So i decided we would go on a cruise. . It seemed like the right thing. . .
Except because Maria suffered from chronic depression she insisted we go alone. . .
Just us two."
"And you knew how to comandeer a yatch?" Sydney inquired as she leaned on her elbows.
Micheal nodded.
"Yes. . .We went out to sea on a saturday. . .We planned on coming back on Monday. . .
That saturday night. . .When i went to sleep, Maria had insisted she wanted to spend a little more time up on the deck. . ."
Micheal swallowed hard and Sydney encouragingly reached across and placed her hand over his reassuringly.
"What happened then Micheal?" she asked gently.
"She never came down to bed. . ." he said quietly.
"She disappeared . . .
When i woke up the next morning. . .
She was gone."
Micheal looked up at her his eyes filled with pain and Sydney felt her heart go out to him. . .
"Do you know what everyone said?" he asked.
She nodded slowly as the awful truth sank in.
"They said i killed her. . .That nobody goes out to sea. . .
And just disappears. . .
They held me responsible." his voice was bitter and it occured to Sydney in that moment how hard it must have been for him.
It was no wonder he had ended up the way he was. . .
Alone and miserable. . .
Labelled a creul asassin by the public and Government.
Sydney slowly stood up and walked over to him.
The room was so dim. .
She felt almost heady with different sensations. . .
Fear, pain. . .Sorrow. . .
And to her surprise. . .Desire.
He looked up his eyes fixed on her as she walked over to him.
"It hurts doesnt it?" she whispered leaning forward towards his neck.
He nodded, his breathing shallow, as he cupped her beautiful face.
"Youre the only one who has ever understood me. . ." he whispered seeming throughly touched.
"Thank. . .You . . .So much. . " his voice trembled.
She leaned forward just a few inches closer . .
As she stared at his soft pink inviting lips.
She longed to kiss him then. . .
His eyes darkened with desire as he saw the look in her eyes and he closed the distance between them and kissed her gently, just placing his lips over hers.
She sighed deeply as she tilted her head back and deepened the kiss.
The kiss was throughly magically. . .
She found herself wondering if they were perhaps long destined for each other. . .
Yet. .She felt like she was giving in to pure sin. . .
What would her father think. . .
Her father. . .Oh god. . .He was probably scared stiff right now. . .
Wondering what had happened to his precious daughter. . .
If she was even alive?
When meanwhile she was kissing what they called. . .
The very enemy.
Sydney broke the kiss, leaning back on her heels as she stared wide eyed at Micheal.
Micheal seemed almost disoriented. . .
As if he was still taken in by the feel of her lips on his.
"Did. . Did i do something wrong?" he murmured.
Sydney shook her head.
"Micheal. . .I have to leave. . I have to go back." she whispered brokenly.
His eyes widened and his face twisted in pain.
Oh God. . It wasnt until now that she realised how much she meant to him. . .
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