Post by ROBERT SNOW on Apr 16, 2014 19:43:19 GMT -5
Cadence was far more persistent than Robert expected. For days he was showered in gifts, one after the other like it was the twelve days of Christmas. She even came by the house once more to try and persuade him further, but Robert remained stubborn. With every gift she chipped away at him, though. It wasn’t so much the price of the gifts or even what they were but rather the thought behind them. He could tell Cadence had carefully considered every one of the gifts that showed up for him. They were all things she knew he would like and would use. She knew him too well. In fact, no one knew him better. The price of the gifts meant something too, however. It was clear that there was very little she wouldn’t buy him to convince him that she was sorry. Her sheer persistence was breaking him down and Robert bitterly resigned to the fact that he would give in. This begging, while irritating in its own right, was also deeply satisfying. He loved seeing her acknowledge the wrong she had done him so thoroughly, practically groveling for his returned affection. But he wouldn’t be the first to seek her out in person to forgive her. He would wait until she came to him. If he was going to go against everything he believed and forgive her transgressions, then he was going to let her take the first step.
The next couple of days went by with more gifts that he stowed away, refusing to use any of them before he and Cadence had formally come to terms with each other. It made his stomach burn just knowing he would come to terms with her. He had actually managed to distract himself with work, though. Just because there was a relentless woman pursuing him didn’t mean that the work stopped flowing in. One evening, he was reading over the details of a particularly complicated case before discussing new motions with the lawyers pleading their sides. He knew the lawyers were probably waiting on him outside in the lobby, but Robert was very particular about sticking to his meeting times. He didn’t start early, neither did he start late. It was getting close, however, and he was looking over the final details when suddenly the doors to his office flew open and a very irritated Cadence swept in. His normally cool blue eyes were wide with surprise. Ella’s protests leaked in, her offended face leaking through the crack in the door before Cadence swung the doors closed and locked them. His brow lowered over his eyes, but he couldn’t help feeling smug and disappointed all at once. The moment where he would relinquish his pride again was here at last, but he was happy to see he’d made Cadence so furious. She threw a small Frederick’s of Hollywood bag on his desk, the well designed glossy paper crinkling as it landed. He glanced from the bag to the woman now standing before his desk, her green eyes ablaze. Turning to face her fully, Robert seemed almost bored as he mustered a greeting. “Shut up and open it.” The command killed the words on his lips and he looked up at her with dangerous warning. If she wanted his forgiveness, she wasn’t going to get it with that tone. ”Please…” The way she snarled the words like a petulant child soothed his words of warning. Slowly, he reached for the bag.
Looking inside, he found plenty of tissue paper, but nothing more. He looked mildly confused and raised his eyebrow in questioning as he looked back up at her. Cadence leaned down onto his desk, her face coming closer to his. His eyes were hard calm and smoldering as he held her own fiery gaze. "I'm done playing your games. You've made your point, but I'm not foolish enough to believe you really don't want me anymore, but I'm nearing my limit Robert. Soon you'll win and I really don't believe you want to." Saying nothing, he simply narrowed his eyes slightly at Cadence. No, he didn’t want to win. It was probably the only time in his life that he would think such a thing, but he didn’t. What he wanted was standing before him. It was what he’d wanted for years and even he couldn’t deny that—not anymore. "So do you want to see what was in that bag or not?" He gazed at her in patient silence for a long moment, fairly certain he knew what had been in the bag. He’d shopped at Frederick’s of Hollywood for Cadence before. But he knew the lust for her that had been building for months would overwhelm him when she did reveal her purchase and he wanted to get a word in. “Yes, but I need to say something first.” He saw the triumph flash in her eyes and it flared his own bitter defeat for a moment, making his eyes harden. “If I forgive you, you’re mine until I say otherwise, understood? This is the only second chance I will ever give you. Throw it away again, and we’re through permanently.” There was no room for compromise from his tone. He made it quite clear that he wouldn’t be put through what he suffered at her hands again. She consented but his eyes remained stern on hers for a good long beat afterward. When he did look away it was too pick up his phone. He called Ella and told her to reschedule his appointments for the day and then head home herself—there was other business he needed to tend to. The girl asked in a hushed voice whether she wanted him to call security and he had to give a small smile. He assured her it wouldn’t be necessary but he still wasn’t to be interrupted for the rest of the night. Ella understood and they hung up with that friendly, professional air they always managed to keep between them. His eyes fell on Cadence once more, looking her over as she leaned on his desk. Perhaps he was a fool to forgive her, but it was too late now. He leaned back in his chair, studying her silently. “Show me what was in the bag, Cadence.”
The next couple of days went by with more gifts that he stowed away, refusing to use any of them before he and Cadence had formally come to terms with each other. It made his stomach burn just knowing he would come to terms with her. He had actually managed to distract himself with work, though. Just because there was a relentless woman pursuing him didn’t mean that the work stopped flowing in. One evening, he was reading over the details of a particularly complicated case before discussing new motions with the lawyers pleading their sides. He knew the lawyers were probably waiting on him outside in the lobby, but Robert was very particular about sticking to his meeting times. He didn’t start early, neither did he start late. It was getting close, however, and he was looking over the final details when suddenly the doors to his office flew open and a very irritated Cadence swept in. His normally cool blue eyes were wide with surprise. Ella’s protests leaked in, her offended face leaking through the crack in the door before Cadence swung the doors closed and locked them. His brow lowered over his eyes, but he couldn’t help feeling smug and disappointed all at once. The moment where he would relinquish his pride again was here at last, but he was happy to see he’d made Cadence so furious. She threw a small Frederick’s of Hollywood bag on his desk, the well designed glossy paper crinkling as it landed. He glanced from the bag to the woman now standing before his desk, her green eyes ablaze. Turning to face her fully, Robert seemed almost bored as he mustered a greeting. “Shut up and open it.” The command killed the words on his lips and he looked up at her with dangerous warning. If she wanted his forgiveness, she wasn’t going to get it with that tone. ”Please…” The way she snarled the words like a petulant child soothed his words of warning. Slowly, he reached for the bag.
Looking inside, he found plenty of tissue paper, but nothing more. He looked mildly confused and raised his eyebrow in questioning as he looked back up at her. Cadence leaned down onto his desk, her face coming closer to his. His eyes were hard calm and smoldering as he held her own fiery gaze. "I'm done playing your games. You've made your point, but I'm not foolish enough to believe you really don't want me anymore, but I'm nearing my limit Robert. Soon you'll win and I really don't believe you want to." Saying nothing, he simply narrowed his eyes slightly at Cadence. No, he didn’t want to win. It was probably the only time in his life that he would think such a thing, but he didn’t. What he wanted was standing before him. It was what he’d wanted for years and even he couldn’t deny that—not anymore. "So do you want to see what was in that bag or not?" He gazed at her in patient silence for a long moment, fairly certain he knew what had been in the bag. He’d shopped at Frederick’s of Hollywood for Cadence before. But he knew the lust for her that had been building for months would overwhelm him when she did reveal her purchase and he wanted to get a word in. “Yes, but I need to say something first.” He saw the triumph flash in her eyes and it flared his own bitter defeat for a moment, making his eyes harden. “If I forgive you, you’re mine until I say otherwise, understood? This is the only second chance I will ever give you. Throw it away again, and we’re through permanently.” There was no room for compromise from his tone. He made it quite clear that he wouldn’t be put through what he suffered at her hands again. She consented but his eyes remained stern on hers for a good long beat afterward. When he did look away it was too pick up his phone. He called Ella and told her to reschedule his appointments for the day and then head home herself—there was other business he needed to tend to. The girl asked in a hushed voice whether she wanted him to call security and he had to give a small smile. He assured her it wouldn’t be necessary but he still wasn’t to be interrupted for the rest of the night. Ella understood and they hung up with that friendly, professional air they always managed to keep between them. His eyes fell on Cadence once more, looking her over as she leaned on his desk. Perhaps he was a fool to forgive her, but it was too late now. He leaned back in his chair, studying her silently. “Show me what was in the bag, Cadence.”
