Her Wicked Ways [3xR - Rated PG-13] 2/?

[Andrea]

Her Wicked Ways
By Andrea Sinisterra
Romance
Rated PG-13
Standard Disclaimers Apply

Author's Note: Yay! Was it quick or what!

Warnings: None! I think there's some cussing around this chappie... can't recall.

Special thanks: To GG! For beta-reading this for me!


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<b>Part 2</b>

My mother had sent a helicopter to come pick me up and take me to Martha?s Vineyard, I believe so she could make sure I didn?t bail out on her. I never did call her to confirm my assistance, subconsciously I had hoped she would somehow forget or get the hint and let me be. It was all just wishful thinking on my part, apparently. My mother never did know how to take ?no? for an answer.

It was almost midnight when I finally made it to Edgartown; a driver had been assigned to come pick me up at the heliport to take me to our house which was 15 to 25 minutes away. Despite the hour, the house still had all the lights on, and I dreaded the moment I would step inside, knowing full well I would be bombarded with questions by my mother. She would want to know how my trip went, why it had taken so long, and ultimately, why I hadn?t called to confirm.

I dreaded every single second I would spend in that house even as the sleek Mercedes Benz made its way down the long driveway beyond the sky-high iron gates and fence that surrounded the property. I could already make out Pagan, our long-time butler, waiting at the steps, ready to greet me and take care of my luggage. He was a dear man, gentle and very warm. He?s been working for my mother since before I was born; every single childhood memory I have, he?s been part of it, one way or another. He was like a second father to me, and I could almost say, he always appreciated me more than my own father. Not that my father didn?t love me, but he was that kind of person who?s emotionally calm and cool, always collected, even with his own daughter. He never played with me, or got involved in my things? Pagan did that for me, and much more.

Which was why as soon as the car stopped, I was out like a dash, flinging my arms around his neck, letting his warm laughter envelop me. He held me tight, kissing my forehead; I felt his warm hands cradle my cheeks, as his eyes watered.

?My child, it?s so good to see you again. We missed you for Christmas.? His voice had that wavering which comes with age. He ushered me inside the house, the foyer?s soft lights bathing us in warmth.

?It?s good to be home.? I hugged him again, kissing his cheek as I leaned closer to whisper in his ear. ?Who?s here??

He chuckled, shaking his head in mock-chiding. ?Miss Relena, your mother has been waiting for you all day. Although, she?s been quite busy entertaining our guests.?

?Guests?? Why was I playing dumb? This was Pagan! But then again, he hated it when I acted uncivil. He was very well-mannered, and had gone beyond his limits to teach me everything he knew?which included being a refined, courteous hostess.

?Well, Mr. Barton and his family will be spending the holiday with us. They?ll be staying the entire weekend and will be returning to the mainland on Sunday morning.? He started guiding me to the huge, charcoal staircase beyond the humongous Christmas tree my mother insisted on putting in the middle of the grand foyer; Vigo, the chauffeur, carrying my single suitcase. ?Everyone has retired for the night, and I think you should do the same, it?s very late.?

I didn?t question why he was still up, since I knew he would tell me he couldn?t go to sleep knowing I was coming.

?Have you eaten? I can prepare something light and bring it up to your room.?

?No, Pagan, that?s alright; I?m not hungry. And if I get hungry, I know where the kitchen is. Go to bed, I know you must be tired. Vigo can help me with my suitcases.?

He was already shaking his head. ?I?d rather??

?Pagan, go to bed.? I stressed out my command. He smiled, and the motion crinkled the skin around his eyes and mouth in a very endearing manner. ?Goodnight, friend. Tomorrow you?ll get to assail me with every question you have? and I know you?ll have quite a few!? After my mother is done with me, that is.

He laughed. ?Very well. Goodnight, my child. Rest well and I will see you tomorrow.? He bowed his head lightly before turning around and going to his rooms.


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I had tossed and turned over and over, endlessly all night, turning my bed into an unrecognizable pile of sheets and pillows, when I finally decided to take a shower and get dressed?at 6 a.m. I was hungry since I didn?t really had any dinner last night; my bones hurt from trying too many sleeping positions, and I could see on the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot.

I applied my makeup; something light since I was wearing a floral skirt and a pink strapless top. The morning birds had started to sing a few minutes ago, but the day was still partially dark since the night fog had still not dissipated.

I grabbed my cell-phone from the nightstand and made my way to the kitchen; I could already hear the noises coming from everywhere as the house started getting ready for the new day: New Year?s Eve. There were freesia, mistletoe and Christmas flowers? garlands around everything, hung over every single doorframe one could think of.

I flinched when my white flip flops snapped loudly against the marble stairs?I was afraid I would wake someone, and even more afraid that someone would happen to be my mother. I took off my shoes, and continued my way down the stairs on bare feet, putting them on again when I made it to the ground floor. I was surprised, although I knew I shouldn?t have been, when I entered the kitchen and saw Trowa Barton munching on a sandwich.

I could only see his profile as he leaned over the morning paper, his light reddish-brown bangs hanging over his forehead, and I found it amusing seeing him trying to keep them out of his face, since apparently, they didn?t let him read properly. He was very tall, he?s always been, and muscular, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He was perfect, and the most annoying thing was that he was very aware of it and wasn?t shy about it. He was charismatic and charming, his deep green eyes always holding that know-it-all-I?m-smarter-than-you-and-I-like-to-throw-it-at-you-face spark in them.

It was already difficult having to see him at work every single morning, but having to see him on my days off was just torture. He was?

?Are you going to just stand there? Rose made me this really delicious sandwich?? He looked down at the small piece of bread he had left, prying it open to see what was inside. ?I don?t really know what it has, but it?s amazing.?

?Cold turkey and honey mustard. It?s her specialty. She?s made those for as long as I?ve known her.? I walked further into the room, taking the stool across from him. I reached for another plastic-wrapped newspaper, taking it out and spreading it in front of me. As usual, I skipped everything and went directly to the financial section, checking the weekly bank ranking and any news on international economy and commerce. It was really what I was interested in, other stuff I could later surf on the net or watch it on TV.

?I had a very interesting talk with your mother, yesterday. She?s very? amusing.?

Oh, God? Please, let it be something else. I swear if she?s said anything about me, I will smother her in her sleep. ?Hmm, what was so interesting about it??

He shrugged, going to the fridge for a bottle of water. He was beyond my line of vision since the machine was behind me, so it was really startling when he leaned over my shoulder to whisper in my ear, his hands pushing my hair aside, lightly touching my neck. I suppressed a shiver. ?She couldn?t stop talking about you.? He straightened up, walking around the isle to his stool. His eyes bore into mine; I could feel his gaze wander from my face and moving lower. There was a sexy, yet dangerous tilt to his lips, and I briefly closed my eyes when I felt the sudden urge to kiss him until either one of us blacked out. Damn my mother!

?Oh, really? What did she say about me?? I smiled, trying to ease the tension in my body. I wanted to scream out loud. ?I hope, flattering things.?

?Very flattering things. It almost seemed like she was trying to?? He trailed off, apparently as he thought for a word to use. ??like she was trying to sell me a product.?

I frowned. Yeah, that was my mother, alright. She would flatter me and say I was born into royalty to get him to like me. Ugh, I felt like a teenager going through peer-pressure troubles. ?Just ignore her; she?s harmless.? I wanted to snort when those words left my mouth. My mother was as harmless as a lion dueling with another for kingship. She doesn?t know how to lose. She never did, why start now, right? I wanted to smack my head against the wall until I lost consciousness. Maybe jump in front of a moving truck or something?

I was beyond grateful when Pagan walked into the kitchen, dressed in his impeccable black suit. His blue eyes were warm as he greeted us, looking quite surprised. I was never a morning person when I lived with my parents. Then again, I left home when I was 17. I?ve changed a lot since then. ?Good morning, Mr. Barton. And a very good morning to you, too, Miss Relena. What a surprise.?

I laughed, shaking my head. ?Don?t look so shocked, Pagan. I?m an early riser, now. You should come live with me; you?d get to sleep in longer.?

?Well, that?s a paradox.?

?Not really; I?m usually out of my apartment before sunrise.?

Trowa raised an eyebrow at this. ?Before sunrise? And what exactly do you do? You usually get to work around 8.?

?I go jogging? It?s really energizing to do something like that before starting the day. There?s nothing like a bout of adrenaline to get you rolling.?

Now, there was something in the look Trowa sent me that had me almost shivering. He looked at me sideways, that sexy grin touching the corners of his damned kissable lips.

?You?re right, Miss Relena. A daily exercise is very good for your health.? Pagan, bless his good soul, didn?t catch the look. ?Although, I know I no longer see you as often as before, I did notice last night you look? thinner. Have you been eating well??

I smiled at him; trust in him to worry over the most trivial things. ?Yes, Pagan. I do eat. There?s nothing you have to worry about. Though, I?m very hungry right now.?

He nodded, that smile still attached to his lips. ?I?ll tell Mrs. Rose right away.?

Now, why would I have said that? That left me and Trowa alone, with him still wearing that obnoxious grin of his. ?What?s so funny??

He shook his head, lowering his paper and pulling his arms up on the table. ?Nothing really. I just find you?? He stopped for a second, shaking his head softly.

I was aware of his feelings for me. It?s something I?ve always tried to deny?that although difficult, I had managed quite successfully. On various occasions he?s come on to me, inviting me to his apartment for nightcaps and such. Sensual innuendos like light touches on my thighs, arms or neck; how he always seems to find me when I?m alone at work, sneaking into my office for a ?casual talk?? I won?t deny I?m attracted to him, but I?m probably the only female alive in that company he still hasn?t bedded.

He was dangerous. He really was and I didn?t trust myself with him. God, but what wouldn?t I give to be able to have him. This is one of the main reasons why I refuted my mother?s proposal so vehemently. I didn?t trust myself with him, and that was the entire truth. And knowing he wanted me in his bed didn?t help matters? at all.

I stifled a groan. I wanted to hit something?or someone. ?Find me how?? I prodded him, but my voice had come out harsher than I intended.

?Sexy. Beautiful. Unreachable. You seem jittery.?

Was he reading my mind? And how do I answer something like that? My eyes willingly wandered down his body; he was wearing a soft white, cotton-knitted shirt and khaki trousers. He looked really laid back and handsome; a striking contrast from the severe suit and tie he wore for work.

I chose to ignore the first fraction of his sentence, focusing on the safest part. ?Jittery? Well, I?m back at home. I?m not really looking forward to seeing my mother.? ?and find out what she has in store. I am positive she?ll try something to get me and Trowa together. I expect she?ll leave us alone whenever she gets the chance to. I feared she was also capable of ushering us away as if we were still kids and order us to spend some time together to ?get to know each other better?. She was so obvious sometimes.

?Well, I had an excellent time with her last night. I don?t think she?s that bad.?

Yeah, because you won?t mind if she?s trying to set us up. Although, knowing Trowa, he would high-tail it as far as possible if he ever found out someone was trying to marry him off. I wondered if his mother was also working undercover for this fiasco. It wouldn?t surprise me.

?That?s because you don?t really know her.?

?Relena, your mother? I?m in awe of her. She?s quite a woman.?

I laughed. It was so weird hearing someone talking like that of my mother. I just hoped he was referring to her as an ex-business woman and not as a woman-woman. That thought almost made me go into panic. ?Yes, well, she?s still annoying and interfering.?

?Then again, aren?t all mothers that way?? He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. ?How did the trip go? And where?s Dorothy? You didn?t kill her and got rid of the body, did you??

?No, but I was tempted to. Believe me; I thought that maybe dropping her somewhere in the Pacific Ocean would be a great idea.? Along with you. It would save me a lot of problems. His laughter startled me; it was deep, a soft rumble as his eyes? color deepened with mirth. ?But everything went on smoothly, as usual. Winner signed the contract, and now we?re on hold until the construction is over. I have to talk to his new hotel manager? A guy named O?Hara, to settle down managerial and marketing issues. We got a 9.7% tax deduction from the South African government, plus the standard tax deduction that?s given with the initial investment figure? we?re talking of a total tax exemption of 20.2%.?

His eyes widened. ?That?s impressive. When is the hotel due??

I shrugged, not really interested in getting into business right now. I had gone over enough figures the last couple of days to be thinking about numbers and such right now. ?Construction will conclude some time around June, and the official inauguration will be held some time around August.?

I heard someone clear their throat behind us, and we turned to see Rose standing in the doorway that led to the back terrace. ?Breakfast is served.?

I frowned and looked down at my wristwatch to see it was 7:23 a.m. I hadn?t realized we had been talking for over an hour. And now breakfast was served? which meant everyone would be gathered, including my mother. I sighed. Well, here goes nothing.


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My mother?s face broke into a smile when she saw me, and it only widened when her eyes flicked down and saw I had linked my arm through Trowa?s. It was only a gentlemanly gesture on his part; after all, his mother was also present? Men seemed more courteous when they were in the presence of their mother than in the presence of other people.

Everyone was already seated around the small, rectangular table, so I made my way around it to greet my parents and Tristan, and to be introduced to Kara, whom I was yet to meet. She was a lovely woman; redhead with fine freckles on her flawless, pale skin. Her green eyes were a startling emerald as they shone in the gleaming sun. I now knew where Trowa had gotten his features from since he didn?t look like Tristan, at all, only except in height. Tristan was tall and broad shouldered, with a mop of chocolate hair and clear, blue eyes. Trowa?s hair was a hue between his father?s brown hair and his mother?s auburn hair; he had his mother?s eyes and pale skin, and her face?s fine bone structure? Though the body was entirely Tristan?s.

There were two empty chairs on the other side, right in front of Kara and Tristan? Something was wrong with this setting. I guess I must?ve been standing there doing nothing because I felt Trowa?s fingers at the small of my back, bringing me back to the present. He led me to my seat, helping me with my chair before he went to sit beside me. I wanted to glare at the little name tags placed in front of us; regular protocol would have placed me on the other side of the table, between my father?who was at one end?and Tristan Barton, who sat beside my mother?she, as hostess, had the other end. Kara would have sat right in front of me, between my father and Trowa. Instead, I had been switched with Kara, which put me beside Trowa.

I turned to glare at my mother?I knew she had been the one to switch the tags, Pagan never made a mistake in these things?but she was already looking at me, a small, knowing smile turning up the corners of her lips. I gritted my teeth to keep from stomping my way inside the house.

So, her scheming had begun.

Large trays and bowls with pancakes, French toast, fruit, rolls, hash brown, and other assorted foods were passed on around the table. The talk was light and very wide; no personal references had been made, nor any comment out place, and I had started to think my mother had somehow forgotten or decided discussing that over a meal was not adequate?when Kara cleared her throat and called my name.

?Relena, dear, tell me a little about you.? She dabbed her lips with her napkin. ?I heard you were away for Christmas.?

I smiled; I wondered who had told her? I imagine my mother, because I didn?t think Trowa spoke with her mother about women. Or did he? ?Yes, I was in South Africa settling down some business I had pending.?

?With Quatre Winner.? My mother added saucily. God, I wanted to hit her. It seemed that ever since she had retired, she?s decided to meddle in my life as a hobby. ?How is he, by the way? It?s been ages I haven?t seen him or any of his sisters.?

I tried to relax my face; I could feel I was frowning. I stopped myself from rubbing my forehead, it?s become a habit I haven?t been able to get rid of. ?He signed the contract, if that?s what you?re asking. Actually, we got a lot done. We were able to take a look at the construction site and even speak with the engineer and architect in charge.?

?You should?ve gotten rid of Dorothy.? I heard Trowa mutter under his breath, but I tried to keep my face straight.

Breakfast was over not long after that, and when finally everyone decided to get up?the men going to the golf courts for a friendly game?I realized I would have to face my mother and Kara. I?m almost positive she knows something and is helping my mother with her matchmaking from hell. It was one thing to tell my mother off, subtly and kindly, but it was another thing trying to discredit Trowa Barton in front of his mother. I was planning on telling my mother of some of Trowa?s faults, after all, she had witnessed the kind of women he liked to go out with. But in front of Kara? I don?t think I can be that evil.

We agreed to go change and meet at the indoor Jacuzzi; the thought of the turbo-motion water on my skin was bliss after the last couple of very hectic days. I changed into a simple, black bikini with a halter top, tying a long, sheer white sarong around my hips, and stepping into the same pair of white flip flops I had earlier before I went to join the two older women at the back of the house.

The air was chilly, even if we were still indoors, but when the warm water splashed on my skin as I slipped into the tub, I felt my skin break in goose bumps. Kara and my mother joined me a little later, clad in one-piece bathing suits and wearing mischievous looks on their faces.

?Ah, this is heavenly.? Kara moaned as she rested her head back against the edge of the tub. ?My back is so stiff; I think I will break in half. But this, this is just what I needed.?

My mother laughed along, shaking her head in amusement as one of the housemaids came in with a tray in her hands, balancing the tall bottle of chardonnay and the three crystal glasses expertly. She placed the tray right on the edge of the tub, and my mother reached for it to fill the glasses with the sparkling fluid. Just what I needed to help me ease my eternal tension.

I reached forward to take my glass as she handed it to me, and I almost let it drop at the look in her eyes; wicked. ?Relena, my darling; I was talking to Kara yesterday as we waited for you to get here?and she agrees that you and Trowa make a very beautiful couple.?

Did I say my mother was subtle? That was one direct approach.

Kara took a sip of her wine before sighing almost dramatically. ?You should see the type of women that son of mine dates. They?re? skimpy! I know women dress differently today than they did before? but, their make-up, their clothes, their manners!? She paused to shake her head. My image of her was starting to shatter, piece by agonizing piece. I had never expected her to be so? snobby. ?But you my dear, you?re a sight for sore eyes. You?re magnificent! Just the kind of woman I?d love for my son.?

My brows had risen in amused surprise at her speech; I?d never expected her to be so forward about it. ?Listen, Mrs. Barton??

?Kara, please.?

I gritted my teeth as I forced a smile. ?Kara. Listen you two,? I took a deep breath as I tried to calm myself. ?This is getting ridiculous. I don?t know what exactly you two are planning, but I will not let myself get involved in this? game of yours! I have my own life, and I have things to do with it, I don?t need or want others telling me who I should or shouldn?t date. And believe me, Kara, neither does your son. If anything was to develop between us, it would?ve happened already.?

My mother made a little sound at the back of her throat. ?Relena, please, you don?t know that. And what if something does happen between you two??

Kara smiled, leaning forward. ?Relena, my son is a fine young man. If you just gave him the opportunity??

I frowned. Were these women deranged? What exactly didn?t they get? I wasn?t letting them or anyone pair me up. If anything is meant to happen between a man and me, then it will happen in its due time. I agreed to date Trowa Barton, but I had a feeling they were trying to convince me to marry him. Why else would they be so vigorous? ??the opportunity to what? Kara, mother?Trowa and I are friends?? Really? We were just colleagues. ?The company policies forbid any romantic relationships between its employees; I don?t want to run the risk??

My mother laughed and the sound seemed shallow and yet, harsh. ?Risk what? Getting fired? By whom? By Tristan? Honey, you?re more intelligent than that. Tristan would never do such a thing to you, and even if he dared to, he can?t. You?re a partner, now, Relena. You?re equals. Both your contracts have stipulations that place an equal share of 25% per partner. You own ? of that company.?

There goes my one and only valid reason. I should?ve known my mother would pull her attorney-mumbo-jumbo crap on me. How was I going to tell them that I was afraid of establishing any sort of relationship? I just wasn?t ready for that sort of commitment. It?s not the kind of person I am. I?ve been called many names by my past lovers, but never loving, or homey or tender. Devoted? Could I devote myself to one person?

I sighed at my own thoughts, pushing them away as they threatened to fill my eyes with tears of frustration. Unfortunately, the women before me took my sigh as a sign of defeat.

Kara smiled sympathetically at me, but I shook my head before she could say something. I put my glass on the floor beside my head and rose to get out. ?I?m sorry, but I don?t think you understand. You can?t meddle in other people?s lives! I don?t know in what century you two are living in, but in <i>my</i> society, men and women are free to date and marry who they please. Kara,? I stopped in front of a bendable chair to get a towel, drying my skin as quickly as I could, before I wound the sarong back around my hips. ?I don?t know your son that well; I think he?s a great man. But I don?t know him. I?m sure if he were here, he would say the same.?

?I do.?

I don?t think I?ve ever been so happy to see someone as I do now?seeing Trowa walk into the room right now, a deep frown crinkling the skin around his eyes, was just the most amazing thing in the world. He stopped beside me?his broad presence a sudden, unexpected comfort?but his eyes were fixed on the women still inside the tub. They fidgeted nervously under his intense glare, and I wanted to laugh from the sight they made.

Kara exchanged a glance with my mother before she looked at her quiet son again, sitting up straighter. ?Trowa, my dear, what are you doing here??

?It?s drizzling.? He crossed his arms over his chest. I didn?t know if whether I wanted to laugh or just run to my room. ?I thought we had gone over this before. I don?t need you meddling into my affairs. Back off.? He said in a very, very frosty monotone. Christ, I need to remember him like this; I don?t ever want to be on his bad side.

Kara crossed her arms over her chest as well, defiance and authority in her voice. ?Trowa, don?t use that tone with me. I don?t think I?ve done anything wrong, we were just conversing.?

I was startled when I felt his strong arm wound around my waist as he maneuvered me to the door, closing it behind us. His hand was grasping my hip, and I couldn?t keep my heart from beating wildly as I felt his musky cologne envelop me.

?I?m sorry about that; my mother can be obstinate and persistent sometimes. She?s been doing this to me for quite some time now. I?m sorry you happened to be her new victim.?

This was Kara?s idea? I thought it had been my mother?s! ?It?s my fault; I let them get the better of me.?

We went up the main stairs; his hold on my waist was relentless but I don?t think he noticed. He stopped midway down the guest hall when he turned to me, his head bowed. I was tempted to touch his hair, so I could see his eyes more clearly. He had amazing eyes, but his messy bangs were always covering them.

?What?s wrong?? I noticed my voice came out hoarse.

He raised his eyes to lock gazes with me. His eyes flickered over my face, and I felt like he wanted to tell me something. He seemed unsure and cautious, and when his eyes lowered to my lips, I couldn?t help but lick them apprehensively.

He frowned, and his hand on my hip tightened as he moved me closer to him.

?I have to go.? I didn?t want him to kiss me. Well, okay, yes, but I didn?t want the complications that would come after said kiss. God, I?m strong, I should feel proud of myself?even if I was very tempted to kick my own ass for turning him down like this. I took a few steps away, his hand falling to his side. He didn?t look surprised; I should give him some credit. ?I?m sorry, I need to go change.?

What an utterly lame excuse! Christ!

As I turned around, wanting to hide in the haven of my rooms, I bumped into a housemaid and the tray with empty glasses she had went all sailing to the floor, crashing loudly. It was just what I needed. What a great way to leave with some dignity! I kneeled down to help her pick up the shards, and when I looked over my shoulder to see if Trowa was still there, a door was slammed shut.

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To be continued...

[takisha16]

WOW....that was some sexual tension in the air!
Relena sure is strong!!!! Man, kara and relena's mother are so obnoxious and snobby!
I have confidence that Trowa will win Relena over, I mean, how can he not?!?
I loved Relena's bikini by the way! I also liked how you presented Pagan, still as the sweet butler and you captioned his concerns and love for Relena quite well.
Trowa is soooo dreamy in this story, I love how he exudes sex-appeal and how he is obviously over confident about his effect on Relena!
Can't wait to see who buckles first!

[rebellion's sheath]

Darn it... i'd love to see Trowa in his swimming attire! Damn! he is one fine specimen of man! I'd hate to get on his bad side though....

I wonder what'll it take for relena to err... respond to his advances!

I love this story!!! next chapter please!

[lilac310]

WOW.....this had got me on the edge of my seat..for a mere second, I fantasized seeing them in the jacuzzi together...lol...you know, their conniving mothers stepping out to give them their so-called "privacy" and once again, play matchmakers..lol

..I have to agree with takisha..there's a lot of sexual tension in the air that needs to be released!!!.....I hope, we, mere readers would get MORE ACTION in the next chappie...I mean Relena-and-Trowa-wise...

Also, you just gotta admire Relena's self-control in this one!..I would've buckled if it were "the sexy Trowa Barton"..or better still.."the hot Heero Yuy"...

...anyways, post chapter 3..I know you've got that hidden somewhere in your file!....haha....great job Andrea, as always...kisses from moi!!!

[Sissi]

OMG... I loved this chapter!! Well, first of all, because there was this utterly sexy Trowa, and second, because there was all this sexual tension in the air. I felt electrocutated when reading this last scene, in which Trowa had his arm around Relena?s waist and wouldn?t let go, until they were awfully close and Relena backed away. I so freaked out!! Lol. I so can?t wait for the next chapter! This is getting better and better.

Oh, BTW, I had no idea Relena?s mother was like your own mom, Andrea. It sounds like fun having her at home. She certainly gives life to the story.

BTW, I did not think Trowa?s mother was snob. Did I get it wrong or something??

[darky]

Thank God my mom is not like that. Poor Relena and Trowa.

Great writing, as I expected, and I can?t wait to read more.


Darky