The Alexandru Chronicles: The Beginning Read Free

first she had thought her eyes were deceiving her. As he headed toward the door, he said over his shoulder, “Again, I'm sorry...have...”
    “Wait!” it was her frantic voice, that had him halting, half way to the door, in his tracks. She literally flinched at the urgency in her own voice. She knew, in all common sense, that she should have let him leave. Yet, she didn't.
    When he turned to look at her, he smiled, and gripping her purse more securely, she said, “I'm Ms. Steleman...and we do have an appointment.”
    “Well, then, if I'm not too late, maybe...we should...go.”
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    It took only a brief second, for them to decide on whose vehicle to take, which, she had adamantly insisted on them taking hers—she felt more comfortable in hers than his.
    While it took less than two hours for them to find the perfect house, in the course of those hours, Amelia had formed two opinions of her new client. One, his mysterious persona was oddly attractive. And, two, while she lustfully wanted him, she couldn't help being frightened by the secretive way he held himself.
    If one thing was painfully obvious, Mr. Alexandru, was a mysterious man who wanted either no or very little contact from anyone. He didn't want a house in the city, that he was adamant about. She knew, what any good relator knew, and that was, what he was looking for wasn't located in an apartment complex or even in a suburb.
    Yet, while she knew this, it was due to her conflicting emotions towards him, that Amelia found herself dreading the long ride out of Tucson and up into the mountains towards that last house on her list.
    This last house may have been a good fit for him, but she was still awfully nervous over the idea of being out of the city and completely alone with him.   She couldn't really put her finger on what made her more nervous. Either it was because he gave off this alluring magnetism that she found hard to resist, or his secretive attitude was a little unnerving. 
    Whatever the reason, the drive out, to that final house on her list, was a long one. And, as she drove her Mercedes through the inking blackness, she gradually became less and less enticed on ripping her clothes off and more inclined to dropping Mr. Alexandru off at the side of the road. While in the beginning, that mystique, had had her so intriguingly enticed, that she had wanted to sleep with him on sight.  Yet, now she was remembering that one forgotten safety rule that she had stressed to her own employees: “If it feels unsafe with the client, then don't put yourself in that position where you're alone with them.”
    Throughout the rest of that drive, her nervousness was gradually become worse, and she found herself sneaking the occasional glance over at him.  
    “It's okay..., Mrs. Steleman...”
    His voice was so sudden, and had such a velvet silkiness to it, that she instantly flinched, causing her to swerve her car into the other lane. After she had quickly corrected herself, and said a quick thanks that there wasn't anyone else on the road, she looked over at him.
    “What...?” her voice shook.
                  “It's okay...I'm not going to hurt you.”
                  “Oh...” she tried to laugh, but it came out sounding more like a cough. “I didn't...”
    “ I know..., you don't have to.” he smiled and looking back at the road, he said, “You've been swerving all over the road, and that leaves one to think that either you've been drinking...” he chuckled. “or you're nervous.”  adverting his attention back to her, he continued, “I'm willing to guess that the first is not true...”
    It was when he smiled again that she felt herself automatically relax. She wasn't entirely sure if it was her conscience urging her or if she was just relaxing because of how silky Mr. Alexandru's voice was. 
    Letting out a nervous breathe, she returned her gaze back to the road, not looking anymore at her companion. As her eyes wandered