After dinner, they both went into their rooms. The wind was howling outside and Jack, the butler had gone to the servent’s quarters, to go to sleep. That just left Carter and Lucy in the big mansion... all alone.
“Stupid wind,” cursed Lucy. “Will it ever shut up so I can get some sleep?” she said to herself, tossing and turning.
Her head was facing towards the door, which was shut, but she could see the outline of the hallway light.
She then heard faint steps coming from upstairs. “But nobody is up there....” she thought. Carter had been complaining about how tired he was and had gone straight into his room which was on the right side of hers. “Maybe its just the friggin pipes or something,” she tried to reason with herself.
The footsteps grew stronger and stronger. They were coming down the stairs now.
“Oh shit!” thought Lucy, feeling cold sweat forming on her forehead. Now she saw a shadow blocking the light from under the door. “What should I do! Call for Carter? Pretend I’m asleep and put the covers over my head?” She put the covers over her head because she didn’t think she could form a scream in her throat.
Then she heard the door knob turn... She peered her head out of the covers and held on to her pillow... The door fully opened and Lucy swung her pillow and started screaming and yelling, “Please don’t hurt me... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Take Carter instead! He’s right next door! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” as she tried to throw more things at it when she heard laughing. She stopped and looked at the open door.
“It’s you!!!!!” she screamed. “You just about gave me a heart attack!” she said as she chased him around the bed with another pillow.
“You should have seen your face! I wish I had a camera to capture that
moment,” said Carter while trying to control his laughter and keep from getting beat up by Lucy.
Carter was by now lying on the bed laughing his head off and Lucy was on top of him, swatting him with a pillow.
“Stop it... Hahhaha... Lucy.... You wanna kill me?” he asked as he tried to get himself under control. He grabbed Lucy by the wrists and flipped her over on her back.
“There, thats better now,” he said with a devilish grin. “You on the bottom and
me on top!”
“Carteeeeerrrrrrrrr, you don’t realize how much you pissing me off do you?”
“Nope.”
“That’s enough! It’s not funny anymore.”
“You know Lucy, there are so many things we could be doing right now, instead of bickering.”
“Like what...”
“Oh... Well... I don’t know... Maybe a bit of...,” his voice trailing off.
“But nah, I’ll probably meet somebody better at the conference tommorow.”
“Sure you will,” said Lucy as she rolled her eyes.
“G’nite Lucy, don’t let the bed bugs or ghosts bite.”
“Get a life Carter.”
With that, both went into their rooms. Even though they were both joking around at the time, both could feel the intense chemistry that they had.
