Chapter 1

'That witch will never change. As soon as she starts showing feelings, she pushes you away. Why though? What's wrong with being in love? Having someone to care for you? Caring for someone else?'

His thoughts drifted off to the week prior...

It was exactly a week ago and the same was taking place as every other day; Fran was trying to win over Mr. Sheffield's affection as she sat on the edge of his desk with her legs crossed and her short skirt riding up her long, thin legs. Maxwell was in the office digging through towers of contracts as CC was on the phone with a choreographer, screaming them into a very unpleasant bowel movement and Niles was just walking into the very office with a tray of tea placed upon it.

"I swear, if those actors don't know the dance by Tuesday night you will have the janitors broom up your ass!"

"Don't listen to her!" Niles called out hoping the poor soul could hear. "It's really her broom!" CC shot Niles a glare that would normally put someone into a coma but Niles just smirked at her as he held up the tea pot. "Tea, Miss Babcock?"

The blonde angrily slammed the phone down onto the receiver before she put her hand out for the cup of tea.

"Now what do you say?" he smirked as he held the newly poured liquid out of her reach.

"Give it to me, or the same goes for you," she nearly snarled as her eyes darted over to Niles' broom that was propped up against the office wall.

He gulped silently before handing it over and then handing one to Maxwell and then Fran.

"Mr. Sheffield, I was wondering if I would be able to take off an hour early tonight? Tomorrow, as you know, I have to cook for the backers party all day and there's quite a few ingredients that I need to purchase for all the hors devours."

"Of course, Old Man. You can take off around seven. Good enough?"

"Very good. Thank you, Sir."

He was one his way to the door ,when he stopped beside the green love seat that had the blue eyed creature seated upon it. "Want me to pick up some dog food?"

"Chester doesn't eat that Walmart brand crap." Her eyes never moved from the script she was reading, but her eyes did roll at his ridiculous question.

"I meant for your afternoon snack tomorrow."

C.C whipped her head to look at the butler and it was almost like steam was blaring out of her nostrils.

He simply grinned from ear to ear before walking out of the office and swiftly picking up the broom on his way.

C.C had quite a hard time focusing on the contracts at hand when all she wanted to do was go wring Niles' neck for his comments. So after looking at two more scripts and noticing Nanny Fine had finally left, (how she didn't notice her nasal voice had stopped was beyond her) she stood up and excused herself to the powder room.

Her intentions were strictly Niles and making him suffer for his remarks just hours ago. She found him in the kitchen, though it was no surprise there, and walked straight up to him. Just in time too, because he had just shut the fridge door and turned around. But before he could move any further she pushed him against the sub zero with the simple pang of her pointer finger.

His eyes bored into hers as he wondered what the hell was going on.

"Babcock, what in God's name are you doing? This better not be one of your spells that you practice." The smirk on his lips revealed that he wasn't all that disgusted with their closeness.

"You! Why must you embarrass me in front of-"

"In front of who?" He tested. "Mr. Sheffield? The man you're pining after but will never want you because you have no heart? Miss Fine? Because deep down you know she's better than you and you want to be more like her?"

"You are out of your freakin' mind!

"And you know I'm right." His voice was calm as getting her worked up was always quite fun.

C.C's temper was growing hotter as the more calm he seemed, the angrier she became.

"You have some nerve telling me how I feel."

Her finger pressed harder into his chest and Niles winced the slightest in discomfort. Damn, she's strong.

He shook his head as he tried to concentrate on the conversation, but his only kept seeming to dart between the open slit in her blouse and her blue piercing orbs. Calm down, Old man. She's like a man herself. She's not sexy in the slightest. She would eat men alive if she wanted to. Oh, what I would give to be able to eat her-

"Niles!"

He shook his head before coming back to reality, which was the blond-headed witch in front of him.

"I said to never speak to me again! Do you hear me?" Her tone was raised and he could see her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.

He kept his stance though as he responded in a statement rather than a question. "You don't mean that."

Her eyes widened before her free hand clenched. "Now you're telling me what I want? You are unbelievable. I'm telling you exactly what I want and you're pushing that aside. But why should I be surprised. You never cared about what I wanted. You never listened to me. You never showed any sense of-"

His lips was on her like it was his last breath. She gasped at the contact but had to be honest with herself; She liked it. She liked it a lot. Her arms wrapped around his neck before her hands moved up to strum through his sandy blond hair. He quickly turned them so she was now pushed against the sub zero and his lips traveled down to her jawline, her neck; sucking on the spot that secretly got her going and pulling a moan from deep inside her chest. How could he know about that spot? Their lips met again and their tongues mesh together in a heated dance before she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth, earning her a deep groan from the butler. They were lost in their own world until a crash pulled them apart and their employers voice bellowed from the living room.

"Niles' can you clean this up! I seemed to have knocked over a picture frame."

Niles rolled his eyes. Why does he have such horrible timing, that man?

His eyes then locked on CC's, whom was panting for air. They were still holding onto each other; his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders. She watched as a small smile started to tug at his lips and his hand moved up to caress her cheek. But just as she felt the back of his hand against her white skin, she acted as if the contact burned her; quickly ducking under his arm and darting out of the kitchen, the kitchen door swinging behind her.

And so just like that, the socialite allowed yet another moment to slip away and never bring up again.

Niles scoffed at the questions he asked himself as he pulled the strawberry cheesecake out of the oven. Thankfully no one was home to eat it and he was able to have the first slice himself. Fran and the kids were at the mall and Maxwell had retired early for the night with a head cold. "Who am I kidding? She could never care for anyone."

"Who could never care for anyone? Ooh cheesecake."

Niles' eyes widened and his mouth dropped as his back was turned to the very object of his affection. Damn it. How does she always do that? And why is she here? I know bats are up at night but this is ridiculous

After five seconds of no response, the socialite grew impatient. "Are you deaf, Oven Mitts?" Her pale arms crossed over her chest as she took a stance behind the counter.

"No, but you could make someone go deaf by your loud tone." He turned to face her and had to admit she looked lovely today. Her hair was up in a messy bun with random pieces of blond hair framing her face. Her black pencil skirt was just below her knees and her shear, white short-sleeve blouse was tucked inside it, the top two buttons undone leaving much too the imagination. In fact, a little too much for Niles' liking.

"I think you have me confused with Nanny Fine." A smirk spread across her face and he mocked her smirk.

"Believe me. You could never be confused for Miss Fine."

CC's smirk faded and morphed into a glare.

"Just fill my tea cup, would you?"

Niles picked up the tea pot that was resting on the stove top and held it away from her. "What do you say?"

CC glared at him before her eyes softened and the memories of last week entered her mind. "Uh, never mind," she stuttered. "I'm not thirsty." She dropped the empty mug on the counter before rushing out of the kitchen, the door swinging behind her, just as it did last week.

Wow, did I realize how much I missed writing. I'm so happy to be back and hope at least a couple people are happy to see my name under a story, as well. I'll try my hardest to update once a week and if I'm feeling creative, maybe twice. ;) Leave reviews! They always help in encouraging me to continue.