It had come to Tristan’s attention from one of the workers that Elizabeth was seeking his presence from her room. The Countess had the largest master suite in the whole entire capacity of the Cortez. One that was located on the top floor. Clearly, as soon as he became aware that she wanted to see him he was heading up in the blink of an eye. Ever since his arrival his lust-sick high for the woman had been inseparable. She contained something within her that made him tremble. It was as if he had been put under a spell. This was all still so new to him ------ for he had only spent time with her a handful amount. But even then, from the very first night he saw her standing in the ball room, something came over him. The Countess held power and beauty. The ex-model simply couldn’t bring himself to stay away from thinking about her or craving her attention.
It was always a mix of anticipation, nerves, and impatience on that elevator ride all the way up to the highest story. There was always mystery. What would she want to talk about? He could never tell, for the woman always surprised him. Finally the golden elevator doors opened before him, and the former face of a Vogue cover strutted out from them. Something had changed since he was modeling though, a darkness had came over him as well as his dedication for Elizabeth. They went hand and hand. A hungry, sick, ruthless darkness. As he finally made his way to the last door in the hallway he, without another thought, planted three brief knocks on the door.
