Seduce Me ~ The Path To Forgiveness

Path One, Step Eleven: A Surprise Of My Own

"You ready to go?" I ask Erik with a wide smile as the boys return from clearing breakfast from the table.

"We're going somewhere, beautiful?" He raises an eyebrow, looking bemused.

"I need to pick up something from the store, I'll need someone strong to carry my things." I tease with a sweet smile and from the corner of my eye I can see Sam roll his eyes.

"As you wish, my sweet." He bows his head before offering me his arm and escorting me to the door.

I grab my jacket and keys from beside the door and we head to the car. My house is in a pretty secluded area so it takes a good thirty minutes to reach town. We make small talk the entire drive and I'm pleased that despite our mysterious talk yesterday he's not acting any differently. We finally pull up in front of the craft store where I buy all of my supplies and I smile brightly at Eriks questioning look as I step out of the car and pull on my jacket.

"My sewing machine broke, I need a new one."

"So you weren't lying about the heavy lifting." He chuckles as he follows me into the store.

"It'll be lighter than me so you shouldn't have any trouble." I wink over to him as we reach the large wall of machines. We look around for awhile trying to decide which one we should get, after all an artist is only as good as their tools, and in the end I have Erik make the final decision. As he brings it up to the register I hurry around the store grabbing the other odds and ends I need for my little project before meeting him at the front. Erik blanches at the total, my other items ringing up almost as much as the machine itself, but I pay with a smile.

Soon we've arrive back at the house and I'm pleased to see Damien in the foyer. Erik carries the sewing machine towards the workroom but I linger behind, calling after him.

"Just set it on the floor!"

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" I ask, looking over at Damien who's smiling his usual knowing smile.

"Of course, what do you need?"

I turn to Erik as he returns and wrap an arm across my stomach, rubbing my other arm gently, and bite my lower lip. "Would you mind making me something to eat? Our trip has left me a bit famished."

He glances over at Damien, looking a bit suspicious, who simply shrugs but my movements have the desired effect as a light blush tints his cheeks.

"Of course." His eyes dart back over to Damien before he heads toward the kitchen.

Once he's disappeared from sight I motion for Damien to follow me and hurry to the basement, knowing I don't have much time. When we reach the room, crowded with furniture, I stand on my tiptoes at the base of the stairs and search the room until I spot what I'm looking for. I make my way toward the forgotten table in the corner, covered with fluffy layers of dust.

"I need to get this to my sewing room." He nods at my request and searches around until he finds a white sheet, wiping the majority of the dust from the table, before grabbing a hold of it. I move to the other side to help but he shakes his head.

"Don't worry I can carry it, just don't let me run into anything." He smiles and lifts the table, holding it parallel to the ground with what I must assume are his very toned muscles.

"So tell me, does strength run in your family?" I laugh with a shake of my head as I guide him up the stairs.

"As a matter of fact it does." He smiles back.

We get the table situated in the empty corner of the room and I thank Damien for his help. He excuses himself as I quickly wipe the remaining dust from the table and lift the sewing machine from its box, placing it on the left side of the new work station and hurry to find another chair to set in front of the machine. This table is much larger than the one just opposite of it where my sewing machine sits so there is plenty of space beside it to set up a small drawing station. I quickly put the rest of the items I purchased in their places, the expensive art set in the right hand corner of the desk and a secondary set of needles, scissors, fabric pens, and other miscellaneous items into the empty drawer of my cabinet.