A Longer Post!

Yep I finally kept a promise! Here is a longer post for you to enjoy. It's very rough, as are all my other posts, but I hope you like it none the less. Plesae leave feedback for me! I'd love to hear from any of you who actually read this thing...pwease?

Choice:



I gazed around the room hesitantly, unsure of what to do with myself. I didn’t know anyone here, that was certain. I wasn’t slated to be born for at least two hundred more years! And the only person that I had any sort of relationship with had deserted me for an “old acquaintance” though this acquaintance was anything but old. Her luscious ebony locks and well defined and strikingly beautiful face gave no hint to any “age.” I chuckled darkly and tried in vain to suppress my feelings of jealousy and inferiority. I was definitely plain in comparison to Marguerite.


“Pardon me Mademoiselle,” someone tapped me shoulder. I turned hesitantly and gave the gentleman who stood before me a polite smile, “Would you honor me with the next dance?”


My mind went blank and nerves tickled my stomach. The gentleman stood before me, obviously in the same state that I was. He smiled politely waiting for my answer.


“Uh, that is, I well I’m not the best of dancers,” I confessed hesitantly. In fact I had hardly stepped foot on the dance floor. The man before me merely grinned.


“Ah that’s alright my dear,” He replied grasping my hand formally, “I happen to be quite proficient in dancing. No one will be the wiser.”


A blush crept on my cheeks at his obvious attempt at flirting and allowed him to lead me to the dance floor. Grasping my right hand in his own and placing his other around my waist. In one swift move, he began to lead me on the dance floor. I stumbled a few times and my blush deepened.


“I’m sorry. I’m a terrible dancer,” I mumbled, averting my gaze.


He merely chuckled.“Don’t worry my dear, we all stumble. However, not all of us have me for a dance partner. You are in safe hands. Perhaps we can become more familiar with one another?”


I balked at his brazen attitude and tried to put as much space between us without arousing suspicion of my actions. The man didn’t seem to notice and continued to prattle on about trivial matters. I tuned him out in an attempt to remain civil. I wasn’t above reproaching this man for his actions.


“Pardon me Lord Devereaux, might I steal away my escort?” I turned my head towards Adam’s voice in surprise. Yet there he stood waiting patiently for my partner to surrender me into his care.


“Well, my dear friend, I was hoping to finish my dance with your lovely escort-“ Adam gave him a stern look, daring him to be challenged. Devereaux quickly back-peddled, “However I know how fond you are of dancing. I shall not keep you apart any longer.”


Lord Devereaux swiftly removed his hold on my and Adam seamlessly traded places with him, a smug smile on his lip. The transaction took place so quickly it seemed as though we hadn’t stopped dancing. I watched Lord Devereaux stalk away, quite humiliated and turned my gaze back towards Adam.


“That was hardly fair,” I remarked quietly.


Adam chuckled darkly, “Yes hardly fair, but far safer for you. Lord Devereaux is not to be trusted, especially around helpless women.”


My cheeks flamed at his remark, “I am not completely helpless!” I retorted in a heated whisper, “I can take care of myself.”


He sent me an apologetic smile and swept us around the dance floor. Adam was a far superior dancer to Lord Devereaux. “Forgive me. I did not mean to give offense. I have no doubt of your abilities Jenna,” He remarked, “You are quite capable of taking care of yourself. However Lord Devereaux has too many connections. Too many friends that think the same way he does.” His gaze hardened and he tightened his grip on me, pulling me closer to his towering frame. My heart sped up. “You are one temptation, I’m afraid, that he would not pass up. “


My stomach churned in unease at his suggestions and I had to suppress a shudder of disgust.“I suppose you’re right,” I sighed trying to shake the thoughts from my mind. “It is probably for the best then.”


“Indeed it is,” he smiled down on me, “And I intend to keep an eye on you the rest of the evening.”


A blush crept on my cheeks, “Oh that’s not necessary,” I mumbled tearing my eyes away from his face, “I wouldn’t want to monopolize your time.” Marguerite’s image flashed before my eyes.


“What on earth are you talking about?” Adam remarked, removing his hand from my waist. The dance was over. “How would you be monopolizing my time?” He led me from the dance floor.


“It’s just that I know you have many acquaintances here,” I remarked, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. He led me to a row of chairs in the far corner and we sat down, “I wouldn’t want to take you away from your friends. They are probably dying to spend time with you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. I knew that his friends wanted to spend time with him. One in particular.


“Jenna will you look at me?” His tone was pleading and calm. I ventured a peak. Adam’s eyes were shining with amusement and sincerity. “I would much rather spend time with you Jenna. You are my friend too. You are more of a friend than any other person here. You are my first choice.”


My heart fluttered at his statement. I was his first choice.