If I Was A Rich Girl (c)

[Pasha]

Pasha laughed softly. He had to admit that, despite her current state, this girl was adorable. "Okay, okay," he said with a grin as his hands slid slowly around to her back. "I believe you."

[Annabelle]

"I think the wine has gotten to me..." Annabelle reflected, "or the vodka. Or both." she pointed her finger at Pasha playfully. "This is partially your fault."

[Pasha]

"I warned you," Pasha laughed, giving her a playful shrug. "Is it all that bad though, princess? You are almost home."

[Annabelle]

"Oh I'm thoroughly enjoying it," Anna clarified, kissing his neck again.

[Pasha]

"You're not the only one," Pasha assured her with a grin as he finally relaxed into the seat of the carriage. He let his head lean back slowly. "Can he hear all of this up where he is?"

[Annabelle]

Anna shrugged. "Maybe he can, maybe he can't. So maybe we should quit talking and do something he can't hear, huh?" she smirked at him, giving him a seductive look.

[Pasha]

"I like the way you think, princess," Pasha remarked approvingly. His hands came to rest on the small of her back and pressed lightly against her, holding her to him. "Do you have any ideas?"

[Annabelle]

"A few," Annabelle responded, taking his face in her hands. "I do not want to be too forward though..."

[Pasha]

"Impossible," Pasha chuckled. "I would never think you were too forward, princess." Oh yes, he decided, he could definitely get used to spending time with this girl. He locked eyes with her for a moment before lightly kissing her bottom lip. "You have my word."

[Annabelle]

Annabelle smiled, blushing for a moment before kissing him passionately, taking a fist of his shirt in her hand. He tasted delicious- like wine and steak.

[Pasha]

Pasha returned Annabelle's kiss with confidence. He wasn't quite used to a girl taking charge in these types of situations, but something about it excited him. His fingers dug into her back, gripping the fabric of her dress.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle deepened the kiss, surprised by how much she was enjoying it, and how much she was dying for more. The carriage pulled to a stop and Martin swung open the doors.

"Ms Carmichael?" Annabelle pulled away from Pasha, biting her lip and taking Martin's hand as she got out of the carriage. She slipped Martin a $5 bill, glaring at him to keep quiet. She still felt heavily under the influence, and glanced at Pasha, a teasing grin on her face.

[Pasha]

Pasha quietly exited the carriage after Annabelle and politely nodded his head at Martin. He hoped the man would keep quiet about all of this -- he didn't want to lose his job the same day he got it!

Pasha reached for Annabelle's hand, holding it gently. "Watch out for those steps," he warned softly.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle shushed him. "Don't speak!" she whispered. She didn't want her dad catching them. She led the way to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

[Pasha]

Pasha followed her in silence, not daring to even do so much as yawn or exhale too loudly until they were safe in the confines of her bedroom. Once inside, he looked around in amazement. If he didn't know any better, he would've sworn they were in a castle or something!