Amber Dragon Trilogy: Book One

Chapter Four: Chumara’s POV

Seething in the mirror, nervous for his arrival, wondering if my outfit was complete. Gazing at myself standing in a long green fitted sequin gown with spaghetti straps and white 6-inch heels. My red hair is in a loose French braid with my curls fighting for freedom. My makeup is all in natural tones with black eyeliner and black mascara to make my ocean blue eyes pop. I am astounded at how well he did picking out all the pieces for this outfit for me and the necklace is just to die for, and as I am tracing this gorgeous piece dazed by it’s sparkle. Storm enters with mom’s diary, but freezes in my doorway, “Chumara, you look absolutely gorgeous” she says with tears developing in her eyes, first you tell me you found your mate. Now Lili is saying she found hers as well, the two of you need to stop growing up on me so fast.” “Aw why are you being so sweet all of the sudden” I reply sitting down on the bed, sliding into my heels, Storm jokingly replies “Don’t make me regret saying that, you know how rare it is that I get mushy” as she plops down on my bed and opens mom’s diary. “Now look,” she continues, “I know you are excited about your date and all, but with you finding your mate, there is a few things we need to do before you are officially mated.” “Okay,” I reply going to my jewelry box and pulling out mom’s silver almost white dragon earrings, “What did mom say in her diary needs to be done first?” I ask as Storm is flipping through the pages.

“So according to mom, you need to develop your magical bond, and the best way to do that is touching him and releasing your magical energy as you do so.” Storm says, I laugh and say, “Well doesn’t that sound dirty.” Storm shakes her head and says, “We need to be adult about this,” I snicker and say, “That’s no fun.” Storm states as I laugh, “at least be adult right now, you can have fun later.” Next, she closes the diary gasping, I spin around startled as she covers her mouth and says “OMG! That witch!” She looks at me deeply with a small smile and explains “Do you remember mom giving you those dragon earrings on your fourteenth birthday?” I tilt my head curiously, looking at them in the mirror, “What about them?” “Well apparently before she gave you the earrings, she blessed them with magic to shield your happiness and she also wrote your mate was a white dragon.” I spin around looking Storm deep in her eyes for a hint of humor and found nothing but sincerity. I am taken aback by this information because mom did have the power of premonition, which is where I get it from. I ask Storm “Do you think Rose is a white dragon and if so does that make him the savior?” She looks around debating how to answer, but then replies, “Well it is possible because of what I have found in his family history.” You are the one with the power to see the future, you tell me.” Ignoring her question, I ask, “Is there a way for me to tell without asking him, because I don’t want to be insensitive?” Storm thinks for a minute, then says, “Honestly yes during the full moon if you touch while in the moonlight then his eyes will glow with a silver ring, if he is a white dragon. That is the old way of telling our species apart, and you’re in-luck cause tonight is a full moon.” Suddenly, I hear the doorbell ring, and Storm jumps up saying, “I got it,” before rushing to answer it, I give myself one more long look in the mirror before taking a deep breath and head downstairs.

As I hit the top of the stairs Blaze whistles in my head, making the heat rush between my legs. I blush at the sight of Ambrose standing at the bottom in a black Prada suit and a pair of black Italian leather shoes. His sexy black hair tied behind with an emerald green satin ribbon. He looks up at me, his mouth opening in aww, ever so slowly as I glide down the stairs, and I can visibly see his breath catch in his throat. The only thing he can utter, is “Damn, that dress looks 1000 times better on you than on the mannequin and I have never seen an angel look more graceful.” He hands me a gorgeous bouquet of pink and white orchids as I reach the bottom step. “Thank you, but how did you know?” I asked, he looks confused at me and says, “know what?” “That these are my favorite flowers?” I tell him. Ambrose says, “I wanted to get you some flowers that would come close to your beauty and truthfully as I was walking by them, they smell just like you.” I blush and just say “Thank you.” Rose holds his arm out for me to link mine with his, I feel up his arm to those beautiful muscles. I look up at him with a sexy grin and say, “You are looking extremely handsome tonight,” I also tell him “Thank you for my stunning ensemble.” We tell the girls goodnight and Storm yells back “She has to be home by midnight.”

Going out the door, Ambrose asks, “Will you turn into a pumpkin.” I laugh, then shake my head no and tell him, “She is just overprotective, so, where are we going?” I ask with a child-like grin. He replies, “You’ll see,” as he opens my door for me to get into his ocean blue Bugatti setting out front of my house. “You are a showoff,” I giggle, getting in the car. He laughs back “What do you mean,” before he closes my door and only takes three steps to get to his side. I think to myself that man has the finest ass ever. As he opens the driver door getting in, I say, “This is only the third car I have seen you driving.” He smiles and says, “I had to buy this one because of you.” I looked at him puzzled and he responds with “it matches your eyes and besides it was time for a new one.” Then he smiles, winks at me, and says, “just wait until I show you the rest of my collection.” Feeling brave with my inner ginger showing, I lean over to him smiling and say, “I can’t wait to see all of your collection.” He growls low in response, smiling back at me. I lean back satisfied and enjoy watching him handle his stick while we continue talking as we drive out to an airport or should I say empty field with a hangar. I look at him and question “are you trying to kidnap me or is this really an airport hangar?” He looks at me with a smile and kindly answers “It’s my private property I’ve built a hanger out this way to house my planes.” I look back at him with a facetious grin and say, “Well aren’t we just so special.”

He pulls just inside the hangar, and I notice it looks pristine, “Ok Mr. Big Bad Businessman, I see what kind of toys you enjoy,” I look around noticing he has 2 Cessna’s, a Freewing PJ50, and a personal helicopter. I make a snide comment asking, “Is this all the aircrafts you have, and do you fly all of them yourself?” As we get out of the car he comments “I do fly them all, but tonight I want all my focus on you.” I giggle with flattery as he gestures for the pilot to open the door as we walk out of the hangar to the chopper. He picks me up helping me get in. I hate how the blade wind is blowing my loose curls around everywhere, Ambrose tries to shield me as he closes the door, and we get comfortable. The flight lasts about 30 minutes before I start seeing the city lights of Paris and the Eiffel tower coming into view. My mouth drops open at the sight, I never imagined this would be where we were going for dinner. I tried to speak with him about the view, but he motions for me to get the headphones because he cannot hear me. I place the headphones over my ears and tell him, “It’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.” We land in a small grassy area near these beautiful gardens at the bottom of the tower. He unfastens my belt, helps me down from the chopper, grabbing both sides of my waist, and lowers me to the ground, taking in the scent from my neck as he lets me go. I look around wanting to walk around a little, but Ambrose grabs my hand and yells over the swirling blades “after we eat, love.”

Ambrose waves for the pilot to take off as we make our way to the bottom of the tower, where we are greeted by a stream of valets. I look around starting to feel out of place when, as if he senses my discomfort, Rose wraps his arm around my waist pulling me into him. A hostess takes Ambrose’s name at the small roped off entrance shortly before the elevator doors, the girl looks me over and says with disgust laced in her words, “will it only be the two of you.” I am taken back by her out right rudeness which causes blaze to wake ready to tear her apart, when Ambrose says in French, “connais ta place et surveille ton ton madame.” It honestly sounded sexier than what I knew it meant, by the fear in the girls’ eyes as she looked at me and apologized before scurrying away. Shortly after a few breaths, a drop dead gorgeous 6-foot-tall waitress walks up to us with a smile welcoming us to the 58 Tour, Eiffel Restaurant as she walks us to the elevator to taking us to our dining spot at the top of the tower.

I lean into Ambrose’s arms as we ride the elevator to the top floor glancing out at the moon that now was high in the sky; thinking about storms words, that she read from our mom’s journal. I suddenly grab Rose’s hand and intertwine my fingers with his, releasing a little magic, he looks down at me with the deepest look of satisfaction as he takes his other hand brushing a stray curl from the side of my face. Blaze purrs causing me to press my face deeper into his hand kissing his palm, I release some more magic which causes a physical spark, but I could not tell if his eyes reacted. Ambrose growls low in response: the sound radiating through the small box, he hisses the word “woman” through clench teeth as if he squeezed me tighter. Our waitress looked over her shoulder at me winking almost as if she could sense the sudden s****l tension between Ambrose and I, finding humor in it. I gasp at her reaction as the elevator doors open ending what felt like the longest elevator ride, she gestures for us to follow as she holds out her arm and says Mr. and Mrs. White. As we made our way to our dinner table the waitress tried making small talk by asking “if this was Rose’s first time taking his wife to Paris,” he doesn’t correct her simply says; while looking down into my eyes as we walked, “yes, this is the first time for my wife, I usually have business meetings here, so I hope my usual table is set up perfectly, because nothing can go wrong.” I look from Rose to the waitress confused but more so in shock that this was the second time she referred to me as Ambrose’s wife and he did not correct her, then to hear him call me his wife sent chills down my spine.

We arrive at a rather large table that overlooked the magical gardens we walked through to get into the tower, the table was set and lit up by candles shaped like swans. In the center of the table a giant bouquet of pink and white orchids put on what looked like a show of their own with the vibrant colors they were showing off. Ambrose pulls out my chair seating me before walking over and seating himself, as our waitress leaves to get our bottle of Chateau D’Esclans Rose Whispering pink wine. She returns with the ice bucket and two glasses. She starts to pour the wine, but Rose just tells her he can manage and sends her away with our dinner order. I giggled; well, you know that Soupe a loignon does sound delicious, but how do you know that’s what I want?” as I bat my eyelashes at him. As he laughs and says, “I feel like I am starting to know you.” I cannot help but to get lost in his eyes, as he begins to tell me all about Paris. I place my hand in his and he kisses the top of my hand, then kisses my wrist. I smile with arousal, and he reminds me to calm myself because we have not eaten yet. I want so badly to kiss this man, but I do not want to rush things. We sit looking out at the stars enjoying the romance in the moment. Just then Dinner starts to arrive.

Our first dish is Soupe a loignon, which is made with onions and beef stock served with cheese and croutons on top. The soup was appetizing it really knocked the edge off, I had not realized I was that hungry. Missing lunch was not a clever idea, I thought randomly, finishing my bowl. Ambrose gave a belly laugh at the slurp sound I made once finishing it, I enjoy hearing him laugh and I also apologize for the slurp. The waitress collects our bowls and says the main course will be out shortly. I ask him about his interests while we wait, but somehow, we got on the topic of his age. But before I could interrogate him further our main course arrives. We had Boeuf Bourguignon and that is a stew made with beef braised in red wine, beef broth and seasoned vegetables including pearl onions and mushrooms. It was tender, moist and oh so amazing, that fine line between enjoyment and pleasure was blurred as I finished and just when I thought I could not eat another bite, here came dessert. The most beautiful Chocolate Soufflé topped with sea salt caramel, I have ever seen. I felt like a schoolgirl, staring at the sweets when Rose says, “Are you sure you own a bakery,” I look at him with a whimsical grin and say, “at least I can be honest with who I am, because you clearly see the love of food in my eyes, but you ignored my question on your age, so just how old are you?” He groans at me in response “honestly I can’t give you, my exact age, but it’s around 300yrs old”. I choke on the mouth full of soufflé I am attempting to chew, I let out a long whistle, and shaking my head I pour another glass of wine humming in approval “Thank god you came into your immortality when you did.” He raised his eyebrow with a questioning smirk, as we finished eating and I had finished my second glass of wine.

Once the table had been cleared, Ambrose took my hand and placed the softest kiss on it, leading me from the table back to the elevator. As we were riding down, I asked, “So sweetness where are we off to now?” He gazes at me as if he were holding a secret and says, “I want to show you the gardens that you tried to stop at when we got off the helicopter. He grips my hand as the elevator doors open leading me out to the gardens, I look around at the cascading colors in aww freeing my hand to wonder around. We enjoyed the night air and basking in the moonlight I just couldn’t stop picking flowers as we walked and talked about his family and the wars he has been in. Rose did not elaborate on the war stories, but I also did not push the subject either. I honestly just kept getting distracted by the way his physique seemed larger under the light of the moon. I could tell he was getting upset, when we got to the topic of his mother, and I felt deeply for him, because of what happened to my own. I place my hand on his arm trying to soothe him hoping he could feel my empathy, when he stops in front of an outrageously gorgeous display of pink orchids and next to it was a beautiful cherry wood park bench. He takes me in his arms shaking off the momentary grief as he says, “it was a long time ago love, no need to wear a pout on that gorgeous face.” He wraps his arms around my waist, and we start swaying in the moon light. When we stop, he gives a rueful smile before lifting my chin and placing a butterfly kiss on the tip of my nose that causes my stomach to do flips, as I giggle, stepping back and giving a full spin, looking toward the sky. I suddenly get dizzy and Rose laughs catching me from stumbling backward as he seats us on the park bench. Blaze purrs, “Touch mate more,” reminding me that I have had so much fun, but I still do not know what type of dragon Rose is. So, I lean into his chest, and I wrap his arm around my shoulder, lacing my fingers with his, I start to release my magic. I cross my legs and the split in my dress falls to each side revealing my naked thigh. I suddenly feel a low rumble coming from Rose’s chest and just then his hand softly but firmly grasps my lower thigh and slides upward to my inner thigh and begins drawing circles with his thumb. As if he could not take any more of the s****l tension, I know we both felt. He leans into my neck and groans, “God I love your smell.” Just as quickly as the moment came, his body heat left my side, so my eyes shot open and he is standing in front of me, his eyes shining with bright silver rings. He sighs as the nearby clock tower chimes 12 midnight, he smirks, rubbing his beard, and says I guess you don’t become a pumpkin after all, let’s get you home. Stunned by the realization, I am speechless, so all I can do is grab his hand and follow as we finally, fly back home. When he walks me to my door, he takes my hands in his, looks deeply into my eyes, leans in, and gives me a passionate kiss. Before I could pull him closer, he pulls away and says, “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Goodnight my Amber Goddess.”