Her Dragon Lover

Her Dragon Lover - Chapter 7

Ara was enjoying the peaceful view. The ocean was tranquil and serene. It had numerous ripples.

She strolled along the white sands. Her feet were bare. Her loose dress danced in the gentle wind. She lifted her unclothed arms to the skies.

"This is life!" Ara shouted at the top of her lungs. Her laughter echoed around.

Attracted to the glistening blue and green against the sun, Ara ran towards the low mountain. When she reached it, the sun had hidden behind the clouds. She thought it was just a trick of the light. The mountain moved.

No, the low mountain was rearranging... and became higher.

Ara heard a low growl. Strangely, she was not scared. She watched in fascination as the mountain became a full-grown dragon. The shimmering effects were really its large and shiny scales!

"I have a dragon... Life is good!" she exclaimed as she stared at the beast taller than any trees.

She extended her hand to it. The dragon kneeled in front of her. Its head slowly got near her.

"There, there..." Ara giggled happily when the dragon kissed her hand.

The dragon had become her pet. What a large pet he was! When he stood up, with his neck straight, he almost reached the clouds.

He wanted her to ride his back but it was high for her.

"No, I could not ride. Some other time!" She laughed while shaking her head. She had never been so happy!

The dragon followed her everywhere. When she picked up shapely seashells, he opened his mouth to put her collection inside. He did not swallow them. He safe-kept them for her.

When sunset came, the dragon bade her goodbye. He kissed her hand again.

"Goodbye... Will I see you again?" Ara asked wistfully. She fondled his neck and his ear. She knew she was dreaming but everything seemed so real. It was the first time she had a lovable pet. She felt secured because he looked so fierce.

The dragon gave low growl as if he was saying yes. He even nodded his head.

The moment the beast popped out, Ara's alarm clock went off. She was alert at once. Her gaze took note of the gauzy curtain around the canopied bed. She did not remember the curtain before she fell asleep!

She scrambled off the bed. The curtain started to fold over and was up the canopy when she was standing by the bed.

"Oh! It is automatic! How weird!" Ara was shaking her head while she prepared to get into the shower. She breathed easily.

She did not wet her hair. She braided it like a crown around her head. Choosing her best office attire, she dressed in record time. She was comfortable to move around because the space was so wide.

"Good morning, Miss Gray!" Emyr greeted her when her door opened. He was standing in front of the large painting of the dragon.

"Good morning! You startle me, sir!" Ara exclaimed in surprise. She had thought billionaires were not up and ready early. "Am I late?"

"No. I was just passing when you appeared, Miss Gray," Emyr said smilingly.

"Passing? I thought you had your rooms... Oh, I should mind my own business!" Ara stuttered guiltily. She had become talkative suddenly!

"My suite is over there." Emyr indicated the door at their left. "We are practically neighbors!" he joked with an easy manner.

"Oh..."

"Come! Let's have breakfast together." He indicated the way to the garden.

Ara was overwhelmed to the full blooms that surrounded the breakfast table. She did not know where to look. She had never seen so many colors of roses in her life.

"You have beautiful roses!" She inhaled the delicate scents.

"Are roses your favorite flowers?" Emyr asked as he picked several buds with the scissors.

"I don't know I have favorites!" Ara replied while breathing in the delightful smells.

"For you, Miss Gray..." He offered her a dozen of white rosebuds. "I have taken way the thorns."

"For me?" Ara did not know what to feel. She was stunned, elated, and embarrassed.

"Please, accept these flowers, Miss Gray. They are just to show you my appreciation because you are here now."

Emyr Viceroy had a sweet tongue! He knew the words to sway any kind of woman, even an unattractive woman like Ara.

She did not apply powder to her face after her shower. She had no powder or scented lotion for her skin. Her best attire consisted of a drab black blazer and long skirt.

"T-thank you, sir..." she mumbled as she accepted the flowers. They were tied simply with a white ribbon. The white rosebuds looked like a bouquet...

Mrs. Cleeve and two other female employees arrived. They were pushing a trolley filled with different kinds of bread, fruits, and hot or cold beverages.

"Good morning to both of you! Sir Emyr, we're sorry we're late!" Mrs. Cleeve and company bustled around the table.

"No problem," Emyr replied with a smile. He was holding Ara by the arm while they were preparing the table.

Ara was not accustomed to watch but she was forced to stand back while gripping the flowers.

"Sound the bell when you need something!" Mrs. Cleeve hollered as she shepherded her companions inside the mansion.

"Shall we?" he invited her casually while pulling the chair for her.

Ara nodded and took a seat wordlessly.

She was very aware of the cup of brewed coffee poured by Emyr. She was able to eat a half croissant while accounting the amount she had consumed. Last night, she had a light omelet.

"You eat like a bird!" Emyr exclaimed when he noticed the half croissant that she wrapped in a piece of tissue.

"The food must cost the earth!" Ara could not stop herself to speak. "I cannot afford them!"

"Of course, you cannot afford them," Emyr agreed gravely. "But the food that we feed you is our responsibility so that you can do your job properly. A full stomach can support a day's work--or something like that."

Ara opened her mouth but no words came out.

"Come on, eat properly, Miss Gray. We don't want a ghost here!" he said jokingly. "You are too thin! We are afraid that you might fade!"

"I'm not!" Ara was able to voice out indignantly.

"Yes, you are," he insisted seriously. "What shall I spread on this? Butter or marmalade?" He held a plump croissant in his palm.

"No. I'll eat this," she was forced to unwrap her croissant. She took a bite and a sip of her coffee.

"Very good!" Emyr praised her when she chewed the last morsel of her croissant.

"You're a tyrant," she said this with a smile.