red wine, mistakes, mythology. [tag; chace]

Mmm.

Wrapped up in soft sheets, Dariya had her pretty face pressed into a plump pillow. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed was becoming more and more common and it was actually a little bit alarming. The bed was nicer than her own, she noted; the mattress was softer, the sheets felt nicer against her skin. Egyptian cotton? Fancy! Flashes of last night came to her in dribs and drabs. She vaguely remembered hot breath on her neck, passionate kisses, wrestling with clothes. His accent was unusual, too.

It was a little after eight o'clock in the morning and her head was swimming. Vodka must have been involved because her mouth felt dry and as soon as she opened her eyes, she knew her hangover would kick in. It was inevitable and she could already feel the pain starting to build, like a jackhammer at the base of her skull and her head felt like it was stuck in a vice. Dasha drifted in and out of sleep as she replayed the memories of last night. They weren't clear, everything was covered in an alcohol induced foggy haze. But there was a lot of nakedness involved.

Wincing, she cracked one eye open and instantly shut it again as the sunlight that filtered through the window sharply slapped her in the face, causing her to grip the edge of the sheets and pull it up and over her head as she wrinkled her nose in distaste in a pitiful attempt to shut out the outside world. She was making a terrible habit of falling into bed with people. First Benjamin and now this guy? She hoped it was a guy. As sleep threatened to pull her under again, she pulled back the sheets and squinted at the unfamiliar bedroom.

It was light and airy but huge, she noted and in the distance, she could hear the faint sound of traffic. Where the Hell was she? It was Saturday morning so thankfully, she didn't have work today but she was furious at herself for not leaving already. She didn't often sleep over, it usually lead to an awkward conversation.

Peeking her head out, her fiery red hair seemed a little brighter in stark contrast to her alabaster skin as it slipped down and over her shoulders, the loose waves it had been in yesterday had now fallen out, leaving it mussed and sticking up at odd angles. "Ow," she grumbled as she felt a sharp pain on the sensitive skin of her throat. Gingerly, she pressed the pads of her index and forefinger to the nape of her long neck to find the skin feeling suspiciously warm. A hickey? Merlin's underpants, what did she have sex with last night? A cannibal?

Groaning, she rolled over and as she did so, she extended a long arm and accidentally knocked a glass of firewhiskey off the beside table and it hit the floor with an audible smash! that reverberated around the room. Dariya let out another pitiful moan, clenching her eyes shut as she pressed a smooth palm to her forehead. She was suddenly aware that she was, indeed, very naked. The photographer looked around the room, straining her eyes to try and find her underwear but to no avail. There weren't any clothes on the floor and she vaguely wondered where her dress was. She needed to get that back because she'd stolen it from the fashion closet in work and her boss would be positively apoplectic if she didn't return it.

Slowly shifting her slender body in the rather big double bed as to not agitate her burgeoning headache, a figure swam in front of her big green and she was forced to blink them three times in rapid succession in an effort to get them to refocus. And then it hit her. Chace Ashton. She'd had sex with quite possibly the most eligible bachelor in all of England. She figured it was only a matter of time. The pair of them had a bizarre knack of bumping into each other and the last time they met, she could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. And it was clearly written on her face. Her eyes widened a little as the realisation hit in and it was closely followed by a good dose of regret. Letting out another groan, she bodily flopped back against the pillows, her body jostling a little by the motion as she covered her face in her hands.

He had been having a pretty good dream.  There was a lot of heat, a lot of passion, a lot of kissing, a lot of fun.  Chace had a smile on his face hell Chace Ashton usually had a smile on his face every single night when he wasn't working.  The man had what many would call a very insatiable sexual appetite.  He enjoyed the fairer sex a lot more than most men.  He loved to please them and have them please him.  Chace could usually be found frequenting some trendy new night club in hopes that he would walk off with the hottest girl in the place, and normally he did.  Of course there were nights where it was harder than others Chace had a type of woman he wanted to bed, being from a pureblood wizarding family Chace held a lot of his parents' biases and that included their whole thing about blood status.  Obviously pussy was pussy to some men but not to Chace he wanted that pureblood pussy there was just something about it that made him crazy, obviously there was physically no difference but he preferred the real deal.  So from time to time he would have to do some investigating. In his dream he was watching all the women in this hip new joint and one caught his eye. 


She was hot little number with a body to kill for, by the way most of the women in the club were looking at her that's exactly what they wanted to do.  The men in the place all appeared to be drooling, and this woman just seemed to be completely oblivious.  That turned Chace on so much that he could feel himself getting hard.  He had to seek her, had to have her there was just no other way around it.  He stalked her like she was his prey, moving where she moved, staring at what she was staring at.  It didn't take long for her to notice she was being watched lucky for Chace he was handsome so she didn't seem to mind so much.  As a matter of fact she had come up to him, started talking his ear off about mundane things.  Apparently she didn't realize that he had no interest in her mind, he actually had more of an interest in her mouth and what she could be doing with it right now.  Chace was pretending to be interested hoping he would be greatly rewarded for his patience until she said the one thing that made him have to grit his teeth, she let slip that she was half blood.  That turned him off so fast that he got up and walked away so quickly it seemed as if he had apparated from one side of the club to the other. 


Damn, he had wasted so much time on her that a whole new slew of women had shown up and Chace hadn't been able to scope them out.  Now he had to...Before he had time to finish the thought a flash of red caught his eye and for whatever reason he was drawn to it like moth to a flame.  Chace craned his neck to get a better look at what had sparked his attention and he immediately knew what it was.  It was the woman he had been thinking about lately, the one he fantasized about, the elusive and ever so sexy Dariya Morozova.  Now this was one woman Chace knew he wanted to bed had been dying to bed.  She fought him off so many times but tonight he would make sure she couldn't resist.  Again hunting her like a predator Chace made his way up to her before she even knew what was happening.  When the two locked eyes Chace knew he was getting in there he wasn't going to stop until he had those sexy legs of hers wrapped around him. 


Since this was Chace's dream it seemed that the sexy Miss Morozova couldn't resist him so much so that she was dragging him to the ladies room faster than he could say shag.  Making sure there was no one inside she pulled him in the room and locked the door. Her lips were on his in seconds and Chace did not resist.  He lifted one hand so that it was tangled up in her ever so luxurious hair and the other was on her ass pulling her close to him so she could feel exactly how much he wanted her.  Soon they moved from behind the door to one of the stalls.  Chace was pulling his pants down his excitement so much that he felt he was about to burst, just looking at the woman sent his blood boiling.  Not bothering to wait he sat down on the toilet his erection now free, grabbing her he tore the clothes off her body and had her on top of him in no time, he slipped inside of her and almost came right then and there, she felt so good.  The sex was amazing the two of them were so in sync that they knew each others moves.  Chace had never experienced anything like this in his whole life and he didn't think he ever would again. 


He was by no means done with her after a marathon sexathon in the bathroom Chace had convinced her to come home with him and she didn't object.  Opening the door to a line of vexed women all mumbling about people being disgusting.  Not listening to any of that Chace lead her out and in seconds he really did apparate them back to his place.  Clothes were off again in a flash, the two had made their way miraculously to the bed, Chace could feel that sense of wanting to explode again, he had her on her back and was about to enter her when something brought his dream to the most abrupt stop.  It was the sound of something crashing it reverberated around the large bedroom and made him jump almost three feet into the air. 


Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he looked around trying to find the source of the noise and that is when it had all come back to him, the drinking, the real life hot sex with the woman who had just had a starring role in his dreams.  Lord, was she still there Chace turned his head slightly and saw her.  It took every ounce of self respect he had not to jump up and start whooping.  Staring down at her he noticed her face in her hands, it was a bit early in the morning his brain wasn't working as much as it should have been but he wasn't taking that as a good sign.  Grabbing her hands so he could get a look at that beautiful face "hey are you okay?" he asked a note of concern in his voice.

Dariya was well aware that people always said that youth was the ideal time to make mistakes but really, she needed to stop making these kind of mistakes. The last "one night stand" she had didn't turn out that way. In fact, he came waltzing into her office, all sexy and suave. She didn't even know how Benjamin had found out where she worked. She was just thankful that he didn't know her home address. Or did he? Oh this was a terrible, terrible morning.

It must have been the drink.

Under normal circumstances, she flirted her cute little bottom off but the moment things seemed to be headed in a certain direction, she bolted. She wasn't a sexual play thing but lo and behold, here she was, in an unfamiliar bed next to a far too familiar man. It must have been a lack of concentration, she let her guard down. That was it. That had to be the reason. It was simply a mistake and she told herself that it had nothing to do with the fact she was curious. Chace Ashton frequently made waves in social circles, she'd heard of his conquests and pathetically, she'd been added to the long list of those. Anyway! She wasn't having sex with him again. No. Nope. No way.

Suddenly, her hands were yanked down from her face and her bright green eyes squinted as the bright sunlight hit her again. "Do you have to be so rough?," she said tersely, visibly nettled by all the manhandling. Attempting to distance herself from him, she backed up and into the plush pillows, attempting to wriggle free of his grasp. Her plump lips turned downwards to form a frown, her smooth forehead wrinkling in distaste as she let out a groan. This was far too much for so early on in the morning.

"I'm feeling a little bit fragile," Dariya stated, still clearly annoyed that he'd caught her off guard. She didn't like not being in control. "And you didn't help by all the roughhousing. I'm not a rag doll," she grumbled, pursing her lips and shooting him a dark glance. Noticing he still held her hands, she arched a slim eyebrow in question. Dasha cleared her throat, wiggling her slender fingers to draw his attention to his hold and hopefully, he'd let her go and remove his body from hers. He was practically pinning her back down to the bed. But wait. Was that a flicker of concern? From Chace Ashton? Ahaha! She must still be drunk.

Confused by his actions and his sudden interest in her feelings, she blinked three times rapidly. He got what he wanted, could she go home now? The photographer quickly turned  her head to try and find a clock and instantly wished she hadn't as a searing pain shot through the back of her skull. Any sudden movement seemed to hurt and disorientate her. "I'm fairly certain you got me drunk," she said plainly, unabashedly making it clear that she blamed him entirely for the previous night's antics. It was always the man's fault.

"I didn't mean to stay over," she went on to say, making it as clear as she possible could. She'd never been particularly squeamish about sparing anyone's feelings so she didn't see why she should start now. An ego bruising for him was character building. "And have you seen my clothes?" She asked, finally looking back at him expectantly. "I can't find them. Have you put them somewhere?" He probably had, he was sneaky like that. "I'll just take my leave, then. You don't seem like the type of man to make a girl any breakfast."

Chace wasn't really sure what was going on with this woman who intrigued and frustrated him to simply no end.  Every single time he encountered her she sent his blood boiling but it was usually both in a good and a bad way.  For some strange reason this one seemed to get under his skin like no other woman ever had.  That is why when he saw her he couldn't resist trying to take another shot at her.  There was something about her and he couldn't put his damned finger on it, and he couldn't seem to leave her alone.  So when he finally managed to get her home he thought that it would be a good thing.  He figured in his home he would have some sort of home field advantage silly as it might sound.  They were having a good time, he knew she had enjoyed herself or at least he was really hoping she had enjoyed herself because he sure as hell did.  It was amazing! The best he had ever had though he wasn't about to tell her any such thing.


He certainly wasn't going to say anything given her awkward reaction to him now that the sun was up and she could finally see clearly.  The thing was he figured when she woke up in his bed it would be a face filled with happiness that caught his eye.  Instead, all he was feeling was awkwardness and Chace didn't like the feeling one bit.  He felt like someone had just kicked him in the gut when the realization hit that she might not have had a good time, that she might of thought he was bad in bed.  The thought made Chace feel like crap, again another feeling he didn't much care for.


What the hell was it about this freaking woman that did these things to him it wasn't as if he hadn't bedded too many beauties to count, each and every one breathtakingly beautiful.  They all told him, some on more than one occasion (if he let them have another go) that he was the best lover they had ever had.  So what the hell was going on with this woman, surely his other conquests wouldn't lie to him not over and over again.  No he refused to believe this attitude of hers had anything to do with his performance in the bedroom it had to be something else, but what? He wanted to ask her but after he had grabbed her the reaction he got had the words dying on his lips.


She accused him of getting rough with her, which was certainly the last thing he thought he was doing, the last thing he wanted to do.  All Chace could do was sigh at this point, he was starting to get annoyed it wasn't as if he had her chained to the bed or anything, not that he would have minded so much.  None the less she wasn't being held prisoner here if she was so bloody unhappy and thought him so repulsive she could have left at any time, so why was she still here when it was becoming clearer and clearer that she didn't want to be.  Damn her! he cursed in his mind this woman was so annoying he couldn't understand why he was putting any effort into her, there were other women out there he could have who would love to wake up next to him. 


He let her go when it seemed to she wanted as far from him as possible, Chace shook his head as his temper started to rise to the surface, funny how someone so small and fragile looking could get such strong reactions from him.  The frown on her face now wasn't helping and it was taking a lot of his self-restraint not to jump up off the bed throw her all her clothes and tell her to get the hell out if she was so disgusted by him.  This feeling became overwhelmingly more powerful when she started to talk.  He was roughhousing, he had gotten her drunk, she hadn't meant to stay over, he wasn't the type to want a woman to stay for breakfast.  His chest was rising and falling now.  She was the most infuriating, insulting, disrespectful, accusatory, narrow minded shrew he had ever met.  He wanted to tell her so he should have told her so but instead he found himself grabbing her again this time a lot more gently. 


The only thing that wasn't gentle was the kiss he planted on that smart mouth of hers.  He crushed his lips to hers and forced her mouth to open for him so he could stick his tongue in, feeling the warmth of her breath in his sent his mind reeling as he deepened the kiss hoping against hope that she would give in.  No she wasn't going to just give him the best sex he had ever had and walk away like it meant nothing...

Dariya blinked.

This was why she didn't like one night stands. Firstly, she had no idea where she was or if she'd be able to get home and secondly, the awkward realisation and then discovery of the person you'd slept with. Things seemed starkly different in the cold night of day but she had to admit that Chace Ashton still looked as heart breakingly beautiful even though her mind was no longer clouded by alcohol.

Sat up against the plush pillows -- were those down feathers? -- she blew at a rogue lock of copper coloured hair. The sheets were wrapped securely around her slender body, there wasn't anywhere where his eyes could go except her face. She wasn't wearing much make up, just the remnants of what she'd been wearing last night so her freckles were on full display. They were splattered across her nose, shoulders, arms and back and she hated them. She felt that they made her look childish, stupid, younger than her nineteen years.

However, the thought of his watching him seemed a lot more appealing than grabbing her stuff and bolting. Did this not happen often? It mustn't have because he didn't seem like he was used to dealing with rejection. For some reason, the realisation struck her as hilariously funny and she showed it. Her bright green eyes sparkled in the morning sun, making them seem like they were glittering as her soft scarlet lips spread into a slow and decidedly irreligious smile. "Oh dear," she remarked softly, her smile widening into a slow grin. "Girls don't usually react in such a way, do they?" She asked as she arched both of her slim eyebrows questioningly.

"I'm not going to beg or extol your virtues," she said smoothly as she blew at her hair again in a futile action because it just landed back across her eye once more regardless. "Are you alright?" Dariya asked as she pushed herself up and off the headboard and leant into his face, her big eyes peering at him curiously. "You seem a little…" she trailed off, her pretty face looking confused. "Quiet," she eventually settled on.

But he was putting on quite a show!

With interest, she watched Chace quickly threaten to explode into a million teeny pieces. Yup, he was mad and from what she'd heard, angry sex was supposed to be the best kind of sex. The redhead was filled with interest (and a sick sort of glee) as she watched on. Funnily enough, she didn't fear for her own safety because she often pushed people over the edge. She had an infuriatingly childish quality that absolutely nobody found alluring. "Okay calm down," she said, a hint of concern creeping into her voice. True they weren't really friends but she didn't want him to keel over and have some sort of seizure.

Dariya wasn't awarded any time to think before she was pulled in again and rather rudely kissed. Instinctively, her body tensed up, her hands balling into fists at her side for such a forthright action but her lips softened beneath his. She returned the kiss, her hands sliding slowly up his bare arms to his shoulders, her sensibly short nails digging into his warm skin. Without realising it, her body flopped backwards against the plush mattress, still tangled sheets clinging to her legs as her fingers went to his hair, sliding along his scalp, fingers twitching as they curled around the follicles before she managed to pull herself away.

The photographer panted, her lips looking and feeling bruised as her eyes widened. "Well," she managed to reply in a rather strained voice once she regained composure. If that was possible, her hormones were skittering all over the place, her heart was thumping and her nerves were jangling. "Perhaps that was better than pancakes."

Chace couldn't understand it.  There were women out there who would give anything to be with him, hell they told him this on a number of occasions. His mother used to field calls at the hotel for him (since that is where he told a few of his conquests he lived because he didn't want them at his flat) she would tell him these women were begging her to tell them where they could find him or at least how to get in touch with him.  He had owls stalking him, hell one time a woman even managed to follow him to Egypt during one of his jobs for Gringotts.  Chace had a hell of a time dodging that nutter.  Needless to say Chace didn't usually have a problem getting women to fall for him utterly and completely but for some reason this woman acted as if he was the plague or something.  If she had her way right about now she'd probably be out the door and back to her own place again and this idea bugged Chace to no end.


It's not as if he had forced her into bed, not as if he had gotten her drunk so that he could have his way with her, Chace didn't feel he needed to do those things to get a woman into bed as far as he was concerned a woman either wanted him or she didn't and if she didn't he was more than capable of going off and finding one who did.  He had thought Dariya had wanted him, they had run into each other at many other functions and he had sensed some chemistry between them though she would probably try to deny it. This wasn't something this man was used to it was like a different world having a woman who ran so hot and cold. 


Of course he wasn't going to let that stop him from being himself and himself felt that she was putting up a front, not sure why though they had already had sex so why act like it didn't or shouldn't have happened.  As far as he was concerned one should live with the consequences of one's actions and deal with them not act like a school girl who was given a mickey and doesn't remember where she was or how she got there.  Chace didn't let women get the best of him at least not often anyway and he didn't feel like starting today.  So when he grabbed her and kissed her he wasn't sure what would happen.


When she started to fight him he figured okay this one doesn't really want me and he was about to let her go and tell her to be on her way if that's what she wanted to do, but when she finally settled down and actually kissed him back Chace had a flood of memories bombard his brain of the night before.  The woman had this way of making him loose all common sense she did it when they had gotten to his flat and she was certainly doing it right now.  His senses were overloaded and all he could think of was this woman.  He wanted her again there was no doubt about that he was ready, willing, and able for a repeat performance.  What he wasn't ready for was her ending the kiss.


It took everything he had not to make a fool of himself and start groaning when she broke the kiss.  What fun would it be letting her know the effect she had on him, well it would probably be fun for her but Chace wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.  Instead he grinned that cocky grin of his and laid back down on the bed his dark hair completely disheveled but in such a way that made him look if possible even sexier then before he had gotten into bed.  He placed both of his hand behind his head and looked over at the sexy red head.  "You know pancakes have nothing on me" he told her still smiling.  "If you like though I could whip some up I think the both of us could do with a bit of fortifying." He was hoping for a repeat of last night before she ran off a kiss like that would leave both of them wanting, he knew he was wanting that's for sure. 

Dariya couldn't help but feel she'd been perhaps a little bit too mean. It was early after all and if he'd drank just half of what she had last night, his head would be swimming too. Her bright green eyes squinted against the light as she tried to fathom why she was still here. He had a lovely bed, she had to admit. The mattress was just the right firmness and the pillows felt like they'd been stuffed with…down, maybe? It just begged to be stayed in all day but she thought she may have made an enemy out of her bed mate.

Last night came to her in unorganised flashes; a bar, a party,  he was there. Of course he was there, he was there whenever girls were. No food, plenty of drink, a totally inappropriate dress and here she was. Whoopsie daisy.

As they kissed, Dariya decided she might as well loosen up a little bit. Chace Ashton was clearly one of the most eligible bachelors in London and it wasn't like she was falling in love or trying to get him to do the same, it was just a little bit of fun. A smooth pale hand came up and pressed to the small of his back, long fingers from his other hand slowly and delicately ran up the length of his spine. Suddenly, she decided she quite enjoyed being pinned to this plush mattress. Yes he was rude and condescending and really quite peculiar but surely he wasn't all that bad, right?

As Chace let her go, Dariya turned a little to face him, one perfectly groomed eyebrow arched in question. Unable to help herself, her big grin eyes roamed over his languid figure, faintly irritated by how arrogant he really was. This was a man who was quite used to coasting through life on his considerable good looks and mummy and daddy's money. She was so fickle. Two front teeth rested on a plump lower lip, digging down to bite as she fought the urge. Why was it that the bad ones were always more appealing? Why couldn't she find a nice, mild mannered boy with morals? The answer was simple; it was boring.


"I'm not so sure," she said gently as she tilted her head to the left a little curiously, a copper coloured curl slipping over a starkly contrasting pale slender shoulder. "I really like pancakes," she purred with a smile to match his own. She wanted to make it clear to him that she wasn't like other girls. She was smart, sassy, strong willed and sexier than anyone he'd ever had before. She was not a push over, she was fabulous.

"You can cook?" Dariya asked, eyes wide in surprise. "Or is there a maid lurking? I hope not," she added under her breath. "I've lost my underwear." With that, her bony fingers wrapped the sheet around her body, modestly covering her chest as she sat up and from the headboard before she nodded. "That'd be nice," she replied politely, making a conscious effort to be nice. "Where's the kitchen?" She asked, wondering how big this place was. From the dizzy memories of last night, they'd gone straight from the front door to the bedroom. Maybe that was where her dress was. "I'm starving."

Chace was staring to feel a bit out of his element, when it came to women the man never really had to work hard.  The women he chose were the ones that usually fawned all over him.  That's why he was usually the one in control in most situations, even when his mother "used" him to get one of her older friends to see things his way they allowed Chace to take charge and they were happier for it.  Dariya well she wasn't going to let Chace's charms sway her as easily, it bugged him but deep down he actually kind of liked it too.  It was weird because just the other day he was with an old friend he had known from his days at Hogwarts and they were talking about just this very subject he had asked Chace if there was anyone special in his life.  Before Chace could even answer the question his old friend laughed remember the boy Chace had been remembering the trouble Chace had managed to get into.  Chace boasted that not much had changed and he was grinning like a bandit about it.

If his friend could only see him right now pining away after this slight red head with alluring eyes.  He didn't get it what was it about her? It was hard to make Chace act a fool at least when he didn't want to act like a fool and here he was happy as a clam because she had stopped fighting him and started kissing him like she was finally happy to be there with him.  He enjoyed it and enjoyed it a bit more than he wanted to.  This little woman was a huge issue good and bad and he wasn't sure what to do about it.  For now he was ready to just let it ride and see where things could go, if it was just a little bit of fun then that's all it would be somehow deep down he was hoping it could go more.

For now she was enjoying herself and Chace was enjoying her and it made him want to smile, but being Chace he smiled on the inside no way was he about to let her know how much he was enjoying her. 

This little red head was trouble in a tight dress, from the moment he had seen her last night and from the time he woke up and saw that he was laying in bed next to her Chace had been in the best mood ever.  Again this was something that delighted and frightened him at the same time. Women were a fickle thing and this one in here with him right now well she was just as bad, one minute she wanted to deck him the next it was as if they could go for another round of hot sex.  He had to let her go at least for now.  Maybe once they were happy and fed they could go another round. 

"Yeah I can cook, I had to learn how to make food for myself a long time ago lest I starve while I'm out searching for precious treasures for the goblins of Gringotts.  Plus the places I have been to don't always serve the kinds of food this man is used to.  I don't fancy eating bugs you see so I had to make sure I could at least feed myself so I don't starve."  He grinned watching her.  When she asked him where the kitchen was he grinned "don't trust me to make you a mean huh" getting up without bothering to wrap the sheet around him, he walked toward the bedroom door grabbed his robe, placed it on his naked body then turned to look at her.  "Right this was madam" he said waiting for her to follow, "it's the first room on the left with the swinging doors."  He led her into the room right by his bedroom

She really did have to stop getting herself into this sort of situation. Although not a prolific one-night-stander, it was becoming a habit. Dariya didn't want to hurt his feelings but she'd been so drunk, she probably would have gone home with anyone but he'd been the closest man to her at the time. They shared a weird sort of relationship. They weren't friends but they certainly weren't strangers. Acquaintances, perhaps? Maybe. She wasn't sure if she liked him. She found him attractive certainly, he was always the most handsome in the room but she knew nothing about him. That might be the thrilling part.

He could cook. Dariya had no idea why that surprised her so. She'd always thought of him as being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. She'd thought he had everything given to him; money, fame, a maid to do his ironing, a private chef, the lot. Deciding just to listen, she cocked her head to the side a little, a single messy copper coloured curl sliding over a contrasting marble white shoulder.

The phrase precious treasures certainly piqued her interest. "Is that so?" She asked politely as she blinked her big emerald coloured eyes swiftly. "You're a curse breaker?" Dasha asked. It seemed a bit strange to be discussing occupations in their predicament but honestly, it did reveal a bit more about him. "So that's why I keep bumping into you in exotic locations," she purred as she flashed him a grin that made her eyes twinkle. Paris, London, Venice, St. Petersburg. "I honestly thought you were stalking me for a little while," she admitted with an apologetic smile.

Bugs? "You're so melodramatic," she said with a snort and a roll of her big, expressive eyes. Men! As Chace looked at her, a shot of excitement thrilled along her spine, causing her to bite on her lower lip and curl her toes in pleasure. It was pathetic. She wasn't that type of girl.

As he stood abruptly, she couldn't help but gawp. Why should she behave herself? This would be the only time she'd get to see such a lovely sight. He was like a modern day Apollo. Yum. "You have a lovely backside," Dariya piped up as she cracked a grin, making a joke in an effort to make up for being so grouchy a few moment before. Her plump lips pouted as he put on his robe, her slender arms crossing themselves over her chest as she threatened to throw a tantrum. That was so mean.

Didn't she trust him? "I don't know you," she stressed as she looked back at him. Plus, she was a picky eater. She didn't want him to make something that she wouldn't eat, that'd be super rude. At Chace's gesture, she slid out of the best, wrapping the sheets tightly around herself and securing it in place to protect her modesty, leaving it to trail along the floor like an expensive ball gown as she followed his lead to the kitchen. He had double doors? Just how much money did that man have?

"Wow," she breathed as she wandered in before him, the chrome finishes winking at her in the sun as she spun in a circle. Reaching out a slim hand, she ran her fingers gently over one of the perfectly clean counters. Stainless steel, was it? Wowzers. "This beats the Hell out of my kitchen," she mumbled under her breath, thinking back to her pokey little apartment. It really wasn't big enough to swing a cat. Her long bare legs wandered around slowly before she caught sight of her reflection in the fridge door and she nearly had a heart attack. Oh crap. She looked horrific. Her hair looked like a bird's nest.

Hastily, she reached up, her long fingers self consciously smoothing down her flame red hair into something that looked a little more acceptable. She had no idea where her bag was, it had all of her make up in it and she cringed knowing she wouldn't be able to get it. Still! He was man. He'd not noticed, she was sure of that. Yes. Feeling a little out of place, she hovered by the fridge in the kitchen before deciding that she really was hungry. Forgetting her manners, she yanked open the door and surveyed the contents, reaching inside to pull out an apple and take a bite, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's as she chewed. "How about pancakes?" She asked him, her voice muffled by the apple as she continued to chew, pointing at some eggs. She was sure he had flour somewhere.

 It was weird to be in his home like this with a woman afterward after what they had done.  Normally he would be trying to figure out how to shepherd her out of his apartment.  On a few occasions, he would be trying to get one girl out while preparing to have another girl come over.  Chace was skilled at juggling girls around but for some strange reason he wasn't interested in juggling her around.  He had enjoyed finding her at his place enjoyed her being there he wasn't sure what this meant and hell he wasn't even too sure he liked it.  It was just this woman, she got under his skin, challenged all of his thoughts, even made him wonder things Chace had never had to wonder about before...A sigh has almost escaped his lips but he managed to stop himself because he didn't need her asking him what was wrong, right now he didn't think he could explain it even if he tried.

Instead, Chace tried to focus on feeding the little minx if they ever managed to get into the kitchen.  He caught the comment about him stalking her.  "Oh yes I'm a cursebreaker but secretly I do stalk pretty red heads I make sure to find out where you'll be and I coerce the goblins to send me there in the hopes I'll run into you."  He gave another gruff laugh as he wondered where she came up with these ideas wondering if she really did think he was stalking her.  Dariya was so hard to read and despite what he tried to tell himself, she didn’t seem to think too highly of him.
Trying to take his mind off these negative thoughts he glommed onto her comment about him being melodramatic, in his entire life no one had ever accused him of such a thing. "Ha no melodramatics here unless you fancy eating eight legged creatures, I can make that happen" he told her with a wicked grin.

Hoping she would catch up to him Chace pulled pulled the robe around him tied the belt and held open the door trying not to blush at her compliment of his backside.  Damn this little woman was determined to get him into trouble.  She seemed innocent and then she would say things that had him wondering about the enigma that was Dariya.  He probably needed an encyclopedia to try and figure her out. Entering the kitchen Chace didn’t think anything of it the apartment wasn’t anything he found extraordinary it was just a place he could lay his head, somehow she thought his kitchen had a “wow” factor Chace couldn’t help but puff up a little at that.

She said she wanted pancakes so Chace started to pull out the ingredients. While he did so he tried not to stare at her too much but he was having trouble accomplishing that goal because despite everything going on the woman was just gorgeous supermodel hot and sexy any man standing in this kitchen would have a problem, but Chace wasn't any guy and he needed to stop freaking acting like a love sick school boy.   

Shaking his head to clear it, just a bit he went about continuing to rummage through the cabinets getting what he needed he grabbed a large bowl and started putting his ingredients into it, first the dry ingredients and then the wet.  After that, he grabbed himself a whisk and started to stir it together.  Grabbing his wand he had the burner going and a pot appeared, the ingredients in the big bowl were now doing their thing on the stove, and dishes floated from the cabinets to land with low thuds on the small island along with the cutlery, and some napkins.In no time at all the food was done and he was walking over to her now taking the seat next to her.  “I hope you like it” he said watching her “Plus you can see I didn’t poison it” Taking a bite he gave her a wink.  “So any big plans for today” he said wondering why he asked and why he cared.  Waiting for an answer, he took another bite, while a bottle of orange juice floated over to the table to land right in front of him pouring each of them a glass.