A Night at Tears of Crimson (11 page)

“So what are your plans tonight?” Angela asked as we were driving back home.

“I'm actually meeting Rafe tonight at his house,” she whispered shyly.

Angela gasped softly and let out a sigh, “Wow, you go girl.”

Cara didn't want to make a fool out of herself but she had to ask her a few questions. “Does he normally date his employees,?” she asked quietly as they pulled back into her parking spot at the Villa's.

“Hon, you don't need to worry about that at all,” she said with a warm smile, “as far as I know he's never dated anyone from the club.”

She let out a huge sigh of relief, but couldn't help but wonder why he would choose her when he was surrounded by gorgeous women like Angela.

“Listen, I'm going to go unpack all this stuff,” Angela stated kindly, “why don't you come over when you're done?”

"I'll do that, there are a few questions I'd like to ask you when I get there," she felt her face redden as the thought of asking Angela about sex filled her mind

"Something tells me this is going to be an interesting conversation," Angela laughed. "Hurry up and get done girl," with a wink and wave she walked out quickly needing to get her own things put up.

She got her things in from the SUV as fast as she could, then began arranging them where they went. It was so exciting to see her refrigerator and cabinets full of food she could cook. She had to buy everything, from pots, pans and silverware to cooking utensils and glass ware. The room she had before just didn't require those things. She set things to rights and finally made it to Angela's place.

Angela opened the door with a smile and ushered her in. "It took you long enough," she grinned and led her toward the couch. "I'm going to grab us a glass of wine and you can question me to your heart's content." She had no idea what her friend needed to discuss, but it was so exciting having her here, she honestly didn't care.

She wasn't quite sure how to bring up the sex topic with Angela, it wasn't something they had ever discussed before. She nibbled on her lip nervously as her friend made it back and took the glass of wine she offered thinking it might help.

"Uh-oh, I know that habit," Angela smiled noticing her friends’ nervousness, "why don't you just get it off your chest honey?"

Taking a deep sip of the red wine, she nodded. "Well, um how long have you known Rafe?"

So this is what she was worried about? Angela thought. "A little over seven months sweetie, before the club opened, I worked for him trying to get it organized, what's bothering you?"

“God, there is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it,” she mumbled in aggravation still finding it hard to open up about her sexuality, or lack thereof.

"Honey, you know you can tell me anything," Angela encourage sensing how hard this was for her, "you know I won't judge you."

Taking another deep breath she nodded and forced the words from her lips. "I'm still a virgin, there I said it." She knew her face was probably redder than sin, but she needed to know how to please Rafe. "I, well I'm kinda hoping that changes tonight." Lifting her eyes to her friend she waited for her reaction with more than a little trepidation.

Angela tried to hide her shock sensing how hard it was for Cara to admit this to anyone. She couldn't remember meeting anyone her age that had held out so long. "Well sweetie that's not the end of the world." She smiled, wanting to put her at ease. "Does Rafe know?" she knew her employer pretty well, she thought and doubted it would be a deal breaker for him.

"I think he does," she didn't remember actually ever telling him, but from the way she acted he just assumed he knew the truth.

"Then what's the problem hon?" Sex wasn't that big of a deal to Angela, of course she recalled losing her own virginity at 12 to some guy at a skating ring. It really hadn't been that big of deal, she recalled, more bother than anything else.

"There really isn't a problem, I just don't know how to make things perfect for him tonight." She felt so inadequate, and it terrified her that he would find her lacking.

"Oh honey, that's not something you're supposed to be worrying about your first time." She smiled and shook her head. "It's his job to make sure you enjoy tonight."

"But what if I bore him, and he never wants to see me again?" That was her true fear, she thought honestly.

Angela wasn't sure how to word this is a way that her friend would understand, so she just gave it to her straight. "Honey, most men care only about getting off, I don't think you have much to worry about in that area." She didn't mention that it was probably going to be a huge ego boost for him being her first lover, men in her opinion, seemed to enjoy that kind of thing.

She could only hope that Angela was right, but she still wanted to please him. "So if you were me, what would you do to make sure he, well, um, enjoyed himself tonight?"

Angela felt right in her element with this conversation, and she spent the next half hour watching Cara's face turn bright red as she gave her all the way she could please him. "I have something you have to wear tonight," she grinned mischievously and grabbed Cara's hand leading her upstairs to her bedroom. "Let me find it," she motioned for her to sit on the bed as she rummaged through her closet.

She waited patiently as Angela looked for whatever it was she was searching for and allowed her mind to go over all the things her friend had told her. She doubted she would have the nerve to do most of them, and her hand trembled nervously wondering if she was truly ready for this. Reminding herself that she was twenty-one, and it wasn't likely that she'd ever be more ready than she was now.

"Here it is," Angela grinned and pulled out a slinky red dress that she had no doubt would have Rafe drooling over Cara.

The dress was very sexy and barely existent. She took it from her hands and wondered if she'd have the nerve to wear it, then chided herself. What did she have to lose? “Are you sure you don’t mind?” it was an incredible garment and looked costly, she thought.

“I bought it hoping I would lose a few more pounds but it never happened, so take it,” she smiled, “it's not like I don't have plenty.”

They talked for a few more minutes before she told her it was time to go home and get ready. They hugged and Cara made her way back to her place. She hung the dress up in her closet and found some black heels that would go nicely with the dress and set those out for later. Feeling like a teenager about to go out on her first date, she started the water for the huge bathtub and slid into the warm water hoping it would calm her nerves. After washing her hair and shaving, she reclined in the huge tub until the water grew chilly. Shivering at the temperature she bathed the rest of her body.

With a sigh, she got out and wrapped up in a huge towel. Drying off briskly she then used her favorite rose scented lotion. She decided tonight to let her chestnut hair hang loosely and took the hair dryer to the long locks. She put on her makeup skillfully, wanting to look her very best for Rafe. Rummaging through her drawers, it only took a few minutes to find a silky pair of black panties with a matching bra. She slid on a pair of black hose, then the dress and stood back looking at her reflection in the mirror. She knew it was going to take a lot of guts to wear this for him.

The dress had short sleeves that barely caressed her shoulder blades. It plunged indecently down in the front and she discovered that wearing a bra just wasn't going to happen, so she removed it. Fortunately, she thought to herself, her breasts were full and stood proud without the aid of the help.

The outfit showed off entirely more of her body than she was accustomed to, but admittedly showed off her curves to the full advantage. The dress hugged her small waist tightly, before flowing down in soft folds. There was definitely no bending over in this dress, she told herself. Sliding on the only three inch heels she owned, she walked back to the full-length mirror studying her reflection. The first word that came to her mind was Siren, the red of the dress and the indecent cut definitely demanded attention. Nibbling on her lip again, she honestly wasn't sure she had the nerve to pull this look off.

"You can do this Cara," she told herself before moving over to her makeup drawer and pulling out some red nail polish. This wasn't a color she normally wore, but she had fallen in love with this at the Boutique Du Vampyre and considered it an impulse buy. She polished her long nails and fanned them to dry quickly. After her nails dried, she went over to the jewelry box her granny had given her on her sixteenth birthday, and removed a small delicate gold chain and matching dangling gold earrings. Both items had been a gift from her granny and just having something of hers made her feel calmer. She slid them on then sprayed a small amount of her favorite perfume, Ed Hardy, on and inhaled deeply. It smelled so sweet and fragrant that it brought a smile to her face.

Grabbing her gold watch, she slid it on glancing at the time. She definitely had to wear the dress now. Time had definitely gotten away from her. Forcing herself to take a deep breath she grabbed her purse and walked out to her ride before she could change her mind. She got in quickly, not wanting Dante or Michael to see her dressed this way.

6
Tears of passion

She pulled into the driveway that led to the mansion. There was a circular drive and it was all made from cobblestone. It reminded her of some ancient castle of days long ago. Two torches were lit at the bottom of long stairs leading up to the door, and for reasons she couldn't explain, a shiver of apprehension moved through her body. Quickly, she made it around to the front and parked her car. She didn't take time to pay attention to the beautiful fountain or landscaping in the center of the driveway. She was so nervous it took every ounce of her bravado to make a quick walk to the door. She pushed the doorbell, wiping her hands down her dress nervously, and it chimed in dark eerie tones. She was a little shocked when a huge man wearing a dark suit answered the door.

“Miss Cara?” He glanced over the young woman certain this was who his Master was awaiting.

She nodded slightly, feeling her hands tremble even more, as he opened the door for her to enter. The man before her was a giant and even though he was dressed impeccably, there was something about him that seemed dangerous. He had huge, broad shoulders that were emphasized by the business suit he wore. She guessed his age to be around the mid-fifties, but there something about him that spoke of how well he could defend himself. The thought crossed her mind that he had probably been a very handsome man in his youth, and if she had to guess many women still found him very attractive.

His eyes never moved from her face and he held open the door as the girl walked in timidly. Not much surprised Calvin, but the little lady before him, even in the promiscuous dress, had an air of innocence about her that left him confused.

“Master Rafe is expecting you,” he said courteously. He walked down a long ruby carpeted hall expecting her to follow him. His Master had not brought a human into his home in many months, and normally it was just to fulfill his baser desires when he did. This young lady didn't seem to fit that scenario and he was admittedly curious.

She barely noticed her surroundings as they walked on because she was entirely too nervous. He escorted her down a small flight of stairs that led to an enormous living room. It was tastefully decorated in dark reds, blacks, and browns. A huge fireplace was lit and the mantel seemed to come straight from the thirteenth century. A fire in the middle of summer was more than a little strange, she thought to herself.

She noted a massive black suede coach and heavy black lacquer coffee table, with matching end tables. Everything in the room spoke of money and history and she was really beginning to feel out of place. What was a girl from nowhere Alabama doing sitting in a place like this? she questioned herself in doubt.

“Master Rafe is on a business call,” Calvin spoke calmly, sensing the girls' unease. “Please help yourself to the bar until he returns, Miss.” He bowed slightly hoping to make her feel a little more comfortable. It was apparent to him that this young lady must indeed be very special to Master Rafe. If she weren't here to please him sexually, then perhaps he was finally going to take a Mistress, Calvin thought with a smile.

The man actually bowed to her, she thought, floored by his action. Did anyone do that anymore? “Thank you,” she whispered softly, feeling extremely intimidated by this man. Even the butler, and she assumed that's what he was, seemed to fit in better in this incredible place than she did. She really didn't belong here, her mind told her again.

Knowing she probably shouldn't do it, she decided she could use a drink. Walking uneasily to the bar, she found a bottle of red wine and decided that would probably be the safest thing for her. The last thing she wanted was to fall on her face tonight, although a little liquid courage sounded like a great idea. Struggling with the cork, she felt herself growing more frustrated.

"Permit me Miss," Calvin took the bottle from her hands and easily removed it, then took a moment to pour her a glass of wine. Handing it to her, he noticed how her hands were shaking, and smiled warmly.

This place was definitely out of her league, she thought miserably. She even considered momentarily asking the butler to escort her back outside. "Th-thank you," now she was even having trouble speaking, she quickly took a few sips of her wine, and looked around nervously. Nibbling on her lower lip, she was ready to go into a full blown panic.

“Thank you, Calvin,” Rafe spoke kindly to his employee, "I can handle things from here."

Calvin nodded and deeply, "I will finish my duties then, Master.” He quickly moved off, leaving them alone together.

Turning to face Rafe, she couldn't help but think how incredibly handsome he looked in a pair of black jeans and white polo shirt. He looked like a pirate with his strong physique, and long raven hair that he allowed tonight to hang free of the normal leather tie he wore. Tilting back the wine glass she drank it quickly, and then felt childish.