Chapter 13 - Kind gestures

The next morning Clara felt a bit sore but much better. She examined the room but there was no sign of Cyra. She had refused to take one of the many spare rooms he had offered her so he made her a bed on the couch and he slept on the floor right below her. She though it was sweet that he didn't want to leave her downstairs alone and even sweeter that he slept on the hard floor, especially knowing very well that he has a comfortable, oversized bed upstairs that he was sacrificing just to make sure she felt safe.

She stretched as she rose to her feet. The oversized sweatshirt that Cyra lent her made her feel like a little kid. She flapped her sleeves and giggled, quickly looking over her shoulder to make sure Cyra wasn't there watching. She hurried and folded her blankets and realized that she felt very thirsty.

Once she had located the kitchen, in search of a glass of water, she spotted the back of Cyra's head as he moved about over the stove and counter.

"Oh, you're up finally. Good morning Darling!" He turned just slightly so she could see his smile. "I didn't know what you would like to eat for breakfast so I made a little of everything."

Confused and cautious, she moved slowly to one of the stool-like chairs that were placed at the counter. "You... you me made breakfast?" She asked sheepishly.

"You act like that is strange, Darling. You are a guest in my home, of course I made you breakfast." He slid her a plate displaying an exquisite array of food.

Cyra's hospitality made Clara feel slightly uncomfortable. She had never been waited on before and definitely never by a male companion.

"Look, I know you don't trust me Love" Cyra said facing Clara. "But I want you to. I do bad things but I'm not all bad. You can trust me". Cyra's dark eyes gleamed even darker. There was a coldness in those eyes that made Clara shudder. Even with all of his kind gestures, she knew deep down that he was dangerous and how could she ever trust someone like that."I'd never hurt you."

"I... I need to get my car." Clara answered, changing the subject and spooning a mound of delicious tasting food in her mouth. It was absolutely heavenly and she quickly shoveled in another.

"Oh yes that's right, you drove yourself to the warehouse didn't you? Hm. That's a problem."

Clara walked over to the counter where Cyra was to find something to drink. Her throat was so dry and scratchy, it was too hard to converse or swallow her food. He handed her a glass he had already poured with fresh orange juice as well as a small mug of coffee. "I didn't know which you'd prefer."

"What's the problem?" She asked. Taking both of the drinks from him, also not knowing which one she'd prefer.

"Well you see, it won't be safe for you to drive it anymore. If they noticed it there at the warehouse there's a good chance that they have your license plate number now. They'll be looking for you. You can have one of mine. I have a matte black Benz that you would look VERY sexy driving." He smiled and looked Clara over.

Clara frowned. "Of course you'd have multiple cars at your disposal, why am I not surprised? I don't want your car, you probably bought it with blood money." She waved her fork at him as she spoke. "I want MY car, the one I paid for with honest, hard-earned money."

"Fine. We'll go get your car. But you still shouldn't drive it for awhile. You can park it in my garage and use one of mine temporarily... at least until the heat dies down. Deal?"

"Deal. But I am however keeping this sweatshirt." She brought the oversized sleeves up to her face and rubbed them softly on her cheek. It smelled nice too.

"I didn't take you for a sweatshirt kind of girl. Every time I see you you're half nude."

Clara scowled at him menacingly. "What I wear is none of your business! Do you have a problem with me being half nude!?"

Cyra leaned over the counter, putting his face right in front of Clara's. "Yes, actually I do." He smiled devilishly. "I'd rather you be FULLY nude."

*SLAP*