Ok I don't have a "real" beginning at all for this so if you have any ideas for the 6 weeks before this part would be wonderful!

I stood there, astonished by Mr. Kingsley's request on such a matter as love. His eyes smoldering, the ones that I should hate because of what he has done in the past. But I couldn't possibly hate them now because of the fact that they could turn me into Jell-o without much thought. He just stood there, waiting for my answer, so therefore he asks me again.

"What is love to you My Lady?" Slight annoyance to his voice, as it rang in my conscience and my ears.

"I believe that love is like wildfire that is arrogant but only when the one has succeeded the task of taming it that it shows loving warmth. But however in the wrong one comes around, the poor jerk gets burn profusely, that is only in the matter of opinion." There I answered his question, he seemed rather taken back or shocked, and whichever way you want to put it, by my definition of the most hateful of the emotions. Then the strangest thing happened afterwards, he moved close to me, so close that I could smell his aftershave, which is lovely mind you. He raised his hand and stoked my cheek and jaw. By this point, I'm as much as Jell-o as any poor girl gets when the man she has rather took a fancy to, would if they were in my position. A sensual smile played on his lips, stills stoking my cheek like a loyal dog or something close to it. My heart raced like it was beating for its' life, my breath whizzed of me when he became merely inches from my face.

"If I were to tell you that I love you, would you believe me, according to your belief?" His warm breath feathered against my skin. My poor heart just stopped from the panic I put it though in the past 3 minutes.

"You are a known lair so how could I actually believe you?" I said trying hopelessly to cover up the fact that I was rather enjoying the closeness of us. He just simply smiled even bigger.

"I can make you believe anything, if you are willing to try it." He charmed and seduced my curiosity to the point that I had to comply. So I nodded, he pressed his lips against mine, so surprising soft. The man that I had a hard-fast belief that he hated me with all of his being has the softest lips imaginable! His hands reached down to mine and raised my arms to his neck and then he returned his hands to my waist, and then held me closer. I swear he is going to kill me with affection! To my dismay, he parted the kiss shortly after. So I was left there, breathless and hopelessly convinced that he truly did mean what he said. He smiled my crooked, lopsided smile that I secretly loved, even though on the outside I seem to hate it. Oh that man knows me far too well.

"So miss are you convinced of my true feelings or are you going to be absolutely stubborn and not admit that I have seduced you since the moment we met." He said in such a matter that I should utterly walk away for him but his velvet voice rooted me into place, again he knows me far too well as any man should. I stood there speechless at the fact that I do admit that he has seduced me in such ways that should be criminal, oh the irony! Out of all the women of this lovely country, he could chose any of them, but he chose me…makes me wonder what goes on in his head, maybe on second thought I think it's best I do not know. He let go of my waist and moved to the next room where the rest of his group (which I call them groupies with the lack of a better word). I felt my knees give out under me and I ended up plopped on the couch, waiting for the next strangest thing to happen to me in such a short period of time.

My heart finally slowed down after the turn of events. Oh my mind raced, how could a man that is a known con man, like a prissy rich girl like myself. I walked myself to the kitchen, a tiny thing it is. As I reached up to the cabinet door to the where the tea awaited me to steep, a hand reached up and grabbed my own. As you can imagine, I was upmost startled as one can imagine if some random hand grabbed yours. As a typical reaction I turned around and found Mr. Kingsley standing there. His eyes once again turned me into a mass of jell-o in a matter of seconds. They are so brown that they are beautiful as eyes go. He smiled at me as he actually distracted me long enough to get what I was searching for in the first place. The rest seem a blur, it just hateful in a sense. The man has too much skill on seducing me to no end…how much I hate but love it. He set the teapot on the stove, I still standing there like a deer in headlights.

"How do you know I make tea when I'm thinking?" I hastily asked him again he just simply smiled at my rather idiotic question. Considering that he kidnapped me about 6 weeks ago.

"Are you seriously asking me that? I have known you for now 6 weeks and 2 days and you expect me to not know anything about you? You cry in you sleep when we don't come to our temporary home before nightfall. When you stress out, you drink tea and lots of it. At night you can't sleep because you are worried that we will leave you alone, without anyone to help you. I have watched you, observed the way you act to certain situations. Like when you witnessed us rob a bank within 3 days of being with us, you took it quite well; compared to the frantic women I was with before you. The only time you actually scared me is when you woke up screaming, I thought someone came into the room and was stabbing you. There I was, holding you and praying to God that you don't scream like that again." He poured me a cup of tea and sat me down at the table. I blushed at the fact that he knows that much and considering the fact that I cry about, for and everything about him…how hateful! I reached for the sugar but he already was putting in my tea. I smiled my thanks and sipped quietly, he mimicked my movements as we sat alone in the crappy kitchen of a cheap hotel that we have been staying at for the past two days. The silence just kept on coming, and then of course his groupies barged into the kitchen. I sighed and got my cookbook that Mitch stole for me about a couple of weeks ago. Mitch, the loyal golden blonde boy/ retriever that he is brought in some stuff for dinner tonight.

"Hey! I brought you some stuff for a recipe that I found while I was out with George." He handed me the bag and opened to page 94 and found that he wanted Santa Fe Strip Steaks.

"Don't expect me to strip or anything considering the fact that the title is Santa Fe strip steaks there Mitch." I said and we all laughed as I sautéed the meat. Mr. Kingsley stood next to me and enjoying the smell that is currently coming out of the skillet. Mitch's stomach made a horrendous sound and it actually frighten me! They all chuckled at me as I jumped at the horrible sound, all in all the meal turned out fine and it was absolutely devoured by 4 hungry men and the fabulous chef that made it.

"You would make a wonderful wife to someone!" George said, looking at Mr. Kingsley with a sly smile. I paid no attention to it for it may alert these men that I do have feelings for the criminal of a man, but I rather not confess to it now.

They called it a night and they took over the 4 half beds that the hotel "happily" put in for us. I got to enjoy couch city, with was ok by me or I will have to share a bed with one of them I don't think I would stay a virgin much longer.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I got moved and somehow ended up in Mr. Kingsley's bed. The morning attacked me with the light, my pillow was breathing, and for the fact my head was rising and falling, like it was breathing. So my curiosity got the best of me and I had to look up. What I found quite disturbed me. I was lying next to Mr. Kingsley, my head on his chest, and he is smiling at me.

"Good morning love, how are you?" He stroked my head; my eyes went as wide as my face would allow it. He laughed so lightly that I thought that it was just breathing.

"I'm….good….how did I end up in your bed?" I asked him.

"Well you seemed cold and alone on that couch so I moved you here with me." He wrapped his arms around my waist and scooted me closer to his face. He pressed his lips against mine, his fingers making small circles on my lower back.

"I don't get it." Oh drowsiness has flooded my head.

"I told you that I loved you. If you think I was kidding, you are dead wrong. If you don't mind, I'm going to get the guys to get breakfast for you. You have worked far too hard for us." He slid me off of him and stood up.

"Are we leaving at some point? I'm just asking." He crawled on top of me, his face inches from mine.

"As soon as Fat Tony gives me my money, we will get out of this crappy town and move on." He kissed me, deeper and deeper he when into my mouth. I'm going to die! Involuntary I moaned and I pulled him closer to me.

"Don't get too frisky there girl. You might get more than you bargain for." He left me alone, in his bed, with his taste in my mouth. I should have NEVER done that! Now I'm so screwed, he knows that I want him…oh god!

A click from the door, I shot up and found the whole gang standing before me. In Mitch's hands was a tray with a silver teapot, a cup, a muffin, and the smell of bacon murdered my poor stomach.

"Breakfast!" Mitch set the tray next to me. Man was it good!

"The tea is Irish breakfast" Colin, the quiet one and also Irish, said as he poured me a cup.

"You guys are so nice! You didn't have to do this!" I said. They all just glared at Mr. Kingsley; he glared right back at them.

"Well we are going shopping! There is this party that Fat Tony is holding and you are Jack's date!" I stared at disbelief at Mr. Kingsley, but he gave an innocent smile and shrugged at me. I hate shopping with a fiery passion, so I shot them a glare that could kill.

"COME ON! I will be fun" Mitch whined at me.

I sighed "Fine. Don't expect me to be happy about it."

"You will!" Mitch flung a random outfit at me to get dressed; they left into the living room.

I made a shocking discovery to find me in nothing but my underwear, which makes me wonder what really happened last night. So anyway I looked at the outfit that Mitch threw at me and found that I was holding Mr. Kingsley's shirt that is clearly too long for me and a mini skirt…oh joy…I will look like Mr. Kingsley's slut…perfect. But neither the less, I put it on and it looks like what I thought it would. I look like I'm not wearing anything underneath this shirt. I'm not positive that I should hit Mitch or hug him to death. For the reason that the shirt smells amazing! A random rubber band was found on the nightstand and so I tied the shirt to make it look better.

I was greeted by whistles and howls, except for Mr. Kingsley of course. But he did smile in such a matter that a cat would give to a mouse when he is about to eat him. Oh the horror of the thought, but also very, very sexy as well. Anyway, we walked to the car and I opened the back door but Mr. Kingsley slammed it shut and directed me to the passenger side and held the door open for me.

"You are sitting up front with me. Let them have the backseat." He said as he stroked as stray hair from my face.

"Ok…" I nervously said. I don't know what to think at this point as we sped away to town.

End of chapter one! Please R&R