Guildhall Guardian: Thamesian #1 (Thamesians) by Aidan Ladsow

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    I was back in my room when I heard the echo of music coming up from the ground floor. Sounded like piano and something other.  And sounded very good from what I could hear. 
    Knock, knock.
    Roydon. Wow he was cleanly shaven and in all black suit. Looking very polished here. Only a tiny bit of scruff left. Too bad.
      "Is our gangsta  in the mood for some socializing tonight?" he asked.
      "You mean, getting to talk to humans, like me?" I teased.
      "Some humans yes. Like you, I don't think we can wish for that Ms. Di Terzi.
    Or else they would be off to search the Guildhall and dismantle all my secrets in no time. "
      "What's the occasion?"
      "An Art happening. Very modern stuff which helps me sustaining my lifestyle. I'm appalled you don't follow The Guildhall on facebook or twitter. You missed something important here." He said with a fake air of scolding.

"Haha. Is that all? A show? What about a secret meeting with your brothers?"
    "Not scheduled."
    So he truly had two brothers, their name being Brand and Benedict. Fascinating.
    He stood there, so carelessly handsome, his hands in his pockets, I felt the air thicken between us.
    "The unscheduled seems to happen a lot more lately."
    His amber eyes narrowed down on me and my face was on fire. My legs giving in.
    "Does it?"
    He stepped closer.  His beautiful mouth was distracting me.  The bizarre and stupendous angles of his face disrupting me. The light swagger and posh attitude electrifying me. 
    I leaned into the inevitable pull.  He cupped my face.  He could be so tender/cold, switching the attraction on and off, it made me go crazy. Raw. Shy yet bold.
    My lips instantaneously parted under the hard pressure of his mouth.
    It was only a rollercoaster of sensations.
    Nothing else.
    It stopped almost as soon as it had started, leaving me scorched and robbed of any argument.
      "Gioia, I will see you at ten in the gallery."
    His hand brushed against my neck, in a final, lingering gesture.
     
    *
      He was bloody playing through and through. Playing with his own limitations.  Playing up the attraction. Downplaying the risks.
    Gioia outed him from his usual comfort zone.  To be closer to her he acted out of character and out of the his personal sense of propierty.
    She was addictive.
    *
      This was so cool! I had listened while the band rehearsed one last time in the back of the gallery. Who knew Roydon Thamesian was also a backer of indie music?
    For my evening wear, I kept it simple: black jeans, white jumper, black eyeliner, hair down. 
    It was exactly what I was craving for, some nice music and letting loose a little from the perspective of living abroad alone. While I was with my ex-boyfriend, we rarely went out together to party, he was often into extreme working mode, and the last time we attended a party together, well was the last stroke to our flailing relationship, wasn't it?
    But tonight I was ready to rock it!
    Roydon was there when I withdrawn my attention from the boy and girl duet so  accurately called the Paranormal Disembodied.
    The music tingled in all the right places, and I choked at the sight of Roydon Thamesian slowly finding a way to me through his guests. He had lost the tie and stood there like a dude who is oblivious of how super sexy he is.
      "The security is at its highest level tonight" he whispered in my ear "I had to double-check all the guests."
      "There is something I wanted to know..."
       "As often, Ms. Di Terzi."
      "If the Guildhall belongs to you, who do keep the pretense of it being a public building? I mean, does anyone ever check on this things?"
      "I have an official lease with the British gov and as I indeed outlast every duration of a government, I take advantage of this breach to make it everlasting."
    Of course. Must be convenient for the taxes too.
     
       The art exhibition which came along with the gig was contemporary and of no interest to me.  I observed the guests. Could it be that