James Parker

Her skin basically looked as white as snow and had lightly frosted carvings. Her eyes were icy blue and her hair was white and wet and slicked back, but her lips were pale, too. The liquid dripped off of her fingertips and her dress clung even tighter to her body. 

"You wanna change your clothes?" I asked. She looked at me like I was crazy. 

"I don't have any other clothes." Dang it, that's right. I mean, she looks fine, but that dress probably wasn't the most comfortable thing to be wearing right now. I felt like offering her my shirt or one of my other shirts put away in the dresser in my room, but that would make me look soft. I didn't care about her, I just needed her alive.

Besides, she needed to change her clothes. With the liquid pushed up against her skin, she would always be cold. I needed her to change, she wouldn't have an advantage then. I scratched the back of my head. 

"I can see if we have any women's clothes somewhere," She nodded lightly and pulled on her wet sleeves. "Otherwise I could ask the maids to sew up something quick." She nodded again. Man, this was so awkward. She was obviously embarrassed, she needs something from me. I sighed and turned around. 

"I'll be right back." I spun on my heel and exited the containment room, opening and closing the door behind me. I headed for the maid's hallway. I had never been down their hallway before, men were strictly forbidden from entering their private place. However, I wasn't exactly the one to follow rules. I turned the corner and swiftly proceeded to the Maid's hall. Many women stared at me, some bowed, some fled into their dorm rooms. 

I knew exactly who I needed to go to.

I stopped at a wooden door and knocked. It soon opened and I saw her burning red eyes and blonde hair. I smiled with guilt and rubbed the back of my neck. 

"Hey, Chloe." Her eyes widened and she dragged me into her room. 

"Please excuse me, sir, but what are you doing here?" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. 

"I need some clothes." She laughed and leaned on the door for support. 

"You want my clothes?" She snickered and gestured to my body with her hand. "Sorry, but my clothes aren't going to fit you." I sighed and chuckled. 

"No, Chloe. I need them for the Frost." She nodded with an 'Oh' expression. "I just need something that would fit her. She has the same body type as you." Flat stomach, athletic build, average breasts, and a goddamn sexy ass. She lifted a brow at me. 

"What?"

"You made a move on her, didn't you?" She asked bluntly. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. She laughed. "You know, James, one of these days you're going to experience what love really is, and then you'll stop picking on girls."

"Can I just have some clothes?" She sighed and pushed herself off the door. 

"Stay here." I leaned on the wall and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. "You know, body type does have it's advantages, but I don't understand why you came to me. I don't exactly have nice clothes if you know what I mean? I'm a maid, not a shopper." I chuckled and kept my eyes closed. 

This girl was all I could think about, but I'm sure that once she was done with and gone, I would forget about here. I was like this with every girl I had played with and met. My thoughts would be stuck with them for about a week and then move onto the next one, that's just how I rolled. I had been like this with Chloe too, a long time ago. 

"What about this? This okay?" I opened my eyes. Chloe held a hanger in her hand, a black and white t-shirt dress hanging from it. I nodded with satisfaction. 

"Yeah, that's fine." She took the shirt off the hanger and handed me to the clothing, tossing the hanger on her bed. 

"I don't really wear it anyway, so she can have it if she wants it," She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and crossed her arms. "So, is she gonna need any--" She gestured to her body. "--Girl stuff, too?" I blinked. Oh man. 

"Yeah, I would guess so." She nodded and smiled at my embarrassment. 

"Hang on." She walked over to her dresser and opened some drawers, once in a while mumbling to herself. She came back with a plastic bag. I pointed to the bag and opened my mouth to say something. 

"I don't need you seeing my undergarments." I chuckled and took the bag, nodding at her. 

"Thanks." She walked over to the door and opened it for me. 

"I just need a favor." I stopped in the doorway but didn't look back at her. "Cut the girl some slack, being a girl with a body like me is hard enough as it is." She paused and took a deep breath. "I should know."

~X~ 

I entered the containment room and shivered from the cold as I entered. I walked over to one of the doctors and handed them the shirt and bag. 

"I need the female doctors to wash her off." I glanced at Elizabeth as she played with her wet hair, she looked so innocent, as if she didn't know what she was capable of, but she knew. She knew alright. I leaned in close to the doctor. 

"She can't keep the liquid nitrogen on her body, she's too dangerous. Good for her, bad for us. And make sure the water is cold."

~X~ 

As soon as the maids left I stood up in the bathtub and rung my crystal hair out. My body had to have been scrubbed raw by now, making my skin burn. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around my body. I thought about my mom as I ruffled my hair with the towel. Canary had to be back home by now, she had to be. When I rolled my shoulders my right shoulder blade burned. 

At first, I thought it was because of the maids nonstop scrubbing but when I turned around a huge burn covered my skin, it almost looked like a northern star, and there wasn't only one, there were two. A second one was placed right on my spine in the middle of my back. I squinted my eyes and sighed. It must have been caused by their stunning staffs. 

Wonderful. 

I grabbed the t-shirt on the counter and held it up in front of me. It was pretty cute, but it looked a little short, and it was black and white. A plastic bag seemed to be under the shirt. I set the shirt to the side and looked inside the plastic bag. I choked on my spit as my eyes landed on a black push-up bra and a black thong. 

I wasn't surprised, James had probably picked them out for me. I didn't exactly have a choice of clothing, my wet clothes weren't in the bathroom and I wasn't going to walk around wearing a towel. I groaned and slipped on the undergarments, wincing as the bra slid over my raw skin. The t-shirt slid over my head perfectly as it reached down to about my mid-thigh, which was better than any higher, but not my first choice of length. My butt was covered and had its own space to move, not like my other dress. 

My hair was dry and straight by now. It felt reassuring to feel my natural hair instead of hairspray and oils. I took a deep breath and smelled lavender, bringing my arm up to my nose. I smelled fresh and clean and I loved it. 

I need a way to make James trust me.

"Could you just loosen up a bit and have some fun?" 

Fun, huh? I could 'loosen up', couldn't I? What I needed was to make him confused, make him actually want me. I grabbed the doorknob and peeked out, leaning on my right leg. James seemed to be leaning on the back two legs of a chair while spinning a pocket knife in his hand. How graceful. I stepped out and lightly crossed my arms as I walked towards him. 

I could tell he was focused, he seemed bored. He knew I was walking towards him, I could sense his body tense as I grew nearer yet his attention stayed on the knife. I stopped before my body hit the glass pane. My eyes focused on James' knife as he twiddled it around his fingers. He was skilled, making me wonder what else he was skilled at. I could see my breath release through my nose and into the air as I exhaled. The air was stale and dry, but most importantly, it was cold. Just the way I liked it. 

"You look refreshed," James' voice drew my attention from the knife to his face. His eyes were still fixed on his knife. 

"How do you know?" I asked confused. 

"Um, because you just took a bath?" My brows furrowed. 

"But you haven't even looked at me." He sighed and leaned forward on his chair. The hand that held the knife leaned on one of his knees while his head drooped, his other hand rubbing the back of my neck. Another sigh of irritation escaped his lips before he lifted his head and met my eyes. He squinted as he looked at me. His gaze fell from my eyes to my face, to my mid-body, to my legs, then back up to my hair. He stood up and held the knife in both of his hands. 

"I'm still trying to get used to your Ice Queen form, princess." My cheeks tinged a light pink as I blinked and tightened the grip on my forearms. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes. I willed my hair to return to its sepia brown color starting at the roots and ending at the tips. My irises flooded black to their natural dark brown and my skin became a tad more colored. I leaned on my left leg, popping my hip. 

"Better?" My tone sounded annoyed, but I wasn't annoyed at all. It felt refreshing to return to my human form. He huffed as a small smile perked at his lips. 

"You look different." My brows furrowed once more and my eyes squinted in confusion. 

"You've already seen me like this." I opened my arms and gestured to myself. How much more 'different' could I possibly be? He shook his head and looked back down at his knife. 

"Your hair was styled and you were wearing makeup. You look relaxed. Normal." I looked away due to the awkwardness. My lips pursed as I looked around the holding facility room. 

"So how was the bath?" I huffed and walked toward a bucket of ice cubes.

"The maids basically scrubbed my skin off." He chuckled as I picked up an ice cube and slid it into my mouth, moving it around with my tongue. As it melted in my mouth the cold water ran down my throat. 

"I would have bathed you, but" I turned around to see him shrug, a smirk tugging at his lips. I glared at him humorously. "I'm a guy. Not allowed to." I looked back at the bucket of ice cubes.

"Could you just loosen up a bit and have some fun?"  

I turned back around and leaned on the bathtub. 

"What if I wanted you to bathe me?" He stopped playing with his knife and half looked up at me, only the bottom half of his irises making an appearance as he kept his head down, only moving his eyes. He cleared his throat and leaned from one leg to the other. 

"Well, I obviously would have had to touch you." I walked closer to him with my arms at my sides. 

"Where?" I asked seductively as the ice cube continued to melt in my mouth. He half looked up again, no emotion on his face. 

"Your back." I raised a brow and kept walking. 

"And?" 

"Your shoulders." As my body came into close contact with the glass pane separating us I opened my mouth and placed the ice cube in between my teeth. He eyed my lips and made sterile eye contact with me. I bit down on the ice cube and shattered it. I gestured my brows and leaned my mouth into one of the holes. 

"And?" I whispered. He leaned forward and rested his arm above his head as he looked down at me. 

"Privacy," I smirked at his answer.

"Now?" A smirk played on his lips as well. He nodded lightly. I shrugged and kept my gaze connected with his. "Sounds like a plan."

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