The Pepper Spray and The Skinny Jeans

Caspian returned with Elora's bag, a large white shirt, and jeans.

"Don't come any near," Elora ordered. "Throw them all on the couch." Elora pointed at the sofa in front of her with her chin.

Caspian chuckled as he cocked his head to one side. "What now? I won't attack you. I promised. "

"I don't believe you." Even to any man in the world, Elora added to herself.

Caspian made a face that said 'I'm tired of this drama, but I'd better go along with it', then threw everything on the sofa near Elora.

“Now get out of here. I want to get dressed."

“I've seen you without clothes before. Why do I have to leave now?”

"JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" Elora snapped, and brutally grabbed her bag, looking for pepper spray. Caspian raised both hands in a sign that he was giving up. "Okay, okay. I will go."

He turned around, but then came back again. “The shirt must be big because it's mine. But the pants are your size… I guess. Those were the pants belonging to the woman who slept here and came home without wearing a bottom. You know… she asked to do it in the car on the way home—”

"Shut your mouth and get out of my sight." Elora is now ready with pepper spray in hand. The small black bottle she pointed at Caspian. "I don't care about your love story."

"You must. Because you are my mate. You are mine." Caspian returned to his cold and mysterious self. His eyes gleamed in a bright blue color.

Elora didn't say anything, she pressed the spray cap to let the stinging liquid come out of the container. Of course, at this distance, the water droplets could not reach Caspian's face. Caspian gave a brief snort, accompanied by an amused expression. His eyes softened for a moment.

Finally, Caspian came out of the room.

In the midst of Elora's tussle with who knows whose jeans, which are one number smaller than Elora's size, her cellphone repeatedly rings. It must be Javier, who was panicking because Elora didn't show up even though today was an important day.

After successfully tucking her lower body into the tight jeans, Elora took the cellphone from the bag and started calling Javier back.

"Where are you?" Javier immediately put a stressful question on the first ring.

"Long story."

“Does this have anything to do with that model again? Because the last time you said a story, it was a story about him."

Silence for a moment. "Yes."

Elora could hear a muffled shriek from the other side, much like someone suffocating. "Don't tell me, you go to nightclubs, get drunk, then sleep at his house??"

Damn. Except for the nightclub and drunken part, Javier's guess was almost accurate.

“I said it's a long story. Now I just want to let you know that I'll be back at the office in an hour. " Elora glanced back at the clock on the table. “There is still enough time before the meeting with our prospective client.”

"Actually, I didn't call you because of that."

Elora, who was wearing a shirt while holding her cellphone between her ear and shoulder, stopped her activities. "Then why do you call me so many times?"

“This morning the police came here looking for you. They say your car was abandoned in the middle of the road and caused a scene. The police think you were kidnapped or something happened to you.”

Of course they thought so. Elora was biting the tip of her thumb, something she unconsciously did when she was anxious. "Does everyone in the office know?"

"No. Just our boss and me, because I'm your assistant and we're close. Boss asked me to call you, I also went to your apartment earlier. Thank goodness if it turns out you are all right. "

"I'll apologize to him later."

"You have to tell me everything when we meet. Now, come here first, do your job, then take care of your car which is at the police station.”

"Roger."

*

There was no other choice but to be back with Caspian. This time he was not riding a motorcycle, but a black convertible car. When Elora came down, Caspian's room was on the second floor, and out into the courtyard, Elora realized that she had been inside a small elegant castle.

The castle was composed of large gray boulders, which rose and blended into the surrounding forest. Elora looked around in amazement. She never thought there would be such a fairy tale hidden place in Queenstown.

As if to remind Elora, Caspian stepped on the gas pedal, making the exhaust roar and Elora jumped.

"Jump in." Caspian twitched his chin, pointing to the empty passenger seat beside him. Elora carefully climbed up. Along the way, she was anxious, afraid that Caspian might suddenly do something to her.

"Why do you keep looking at me? Enchanted?" joked Caspian, after they got out of the vineyard and onto the highway.

"I don't look at you all the time," Elora said, which was a lie of course.

"You don't want to know what happened last night? Hmm?” asked Caspian. He was wearing sunglasses, which made Elora even more uncomfortable because she didn't know which way Caspian was looking.

Honestly, Elora was curious about what happened to her last night. But Elora was reluctant to ask Caspian.

"Have you ever heard of… about werewolves?" The question came suddenly, and he made goosebumps all over Elora's body.

"It's just a myth. Fairy tales. Don't feed me with stupid stories."

"What if it's not a fairy tale?"

The speed of the car stopped because the vehicle was starting to get crowded in front of them. Caspian turned to Elora, and Elora could feel a sharp gaze piercing through the sunglasses. “If I tell you… that I am a werewolf… and you are a mate destined for me. Do you believe it?”

The way Caspian said it… it didn't sound playful. The blood in Elora's body was bubbling, her pulse was racing as Caspian stared deeper into her eyes. Elora felt a tug, which makes her want to pushed her closer to Caspian and grabbed those seductive lips.

HONK!

The sound of the horn from the car behind them brought Elora back to her senses. Their chains of sight were cut, and Caspian drives the car.

Earlier… Elora almost kissed Caspian without knowing the reason.

*