Damien POV
I am not sure what just happened between us. It was amazing, but she seemed to just lose herself for a moment. I am not complaining in any way, but I was not expecting her to sleep with me so soon. I hope she does not have any regrets over this. I only want to make her happy.
"Damien, I am sorry. I am not sure what came over me or why I felt so instantly attracted to you. No, I am not sorry. I wanted it to happen. Please do not think badly of me. I .... I .... I can not explain how I felt at that moment," Rhea says.
I brush her hair from her face and kiss her sweet lips. "No need to apologize or feel bad in any way. I wanted you to. I do not want you to feel bad about it or think this is something I expect from you," I say to her. I do not want her to have any ill feelings toward me or being here with me. I would love to have her again and again, but on her terms.
"I um, Maybe I should go. I am sorry," She says.
"Nonsense, I need to show you the house. I need to show you where you will be staying. Let us just go look at the house or take a walk. No reason to end this night," I tell her.
"Right, the job. Are you sure you want me for this job? I do want the job. If you still want me for the job that is," she asks.
I look into her eyes. Her big beautiful brown eyes. I smile at her. "Yes. I need you here with me. There is something about you I need. There is something about you that makes me want you," I tell her.
She gives me the sweetest smile back. I help her redress and pull myself together. There is no need for her to feel any kind of embarrassment. I think nothing bad of her for what just happened. I would have her again if she let me.
Rhea POV
What the hell was I thinking? I just fucked my boss. He is not even my boss yet. He is just damn damn damn. When he touches me, I feel something. It is hard to even explain how I feel when he touches me. He makes me all wet inside and shit, Rhea, he is a vampire. You cannot have these kinds of feelings for him. Plus it is just too soon to tell if he is a good guy or not.
We exit the cottage. I look to my left and notice a small house. It is a stone house with a beautiful garden surrounding it. "Damien, Who's house is that? It is beautiful," I ask.
He glances at it. "That is the witch house. You must never go there unaccompanied. She is a bit of a well she is a bit um well Rhea she is a bitch to deal with. She helps me from time to time, and she lives on the property per our agreement," he says.
"Oh. Okay. I do not think I have ever personally dealt with a witch. Will I ever have to deal with her directly? What exactly do you need her for?" I ask.
"She is not a bad person. So do not think that. You will have to deal with her some but let me make the introduction first. She can be a mean ass. She helps me with extraordinary circumstances. You will understand soon enough," Damien says.
I understand completely do not mess with the witch. Got it. I wonder what exactly she does for him. Extraordinary circumstance, hmmm, what does that mean?
"Any other rules to follow?" I ask.
"Actually, yes. I will have a complete set of rules for you tomorrow. Nothing major. I just need compliance in my household. That is all. I am sure you can follow rules," he says.
"I definitely can be both compliant and a rule-breaker," I respond.
Damien stops walking. "You should know I take rule-breaking very seriously in my house. There are consequences to every broken rule," he says.
What the fuck does that mean?
"I understand. I think," I say.
"Rhea, I have been doing this a long time. I have to maintain order in my household and in my business. I expect compliance in my household. I am very orderly. I can be a hardass," he says.
"Maybe you need to let someone else control you for a moment and give you a break," I say.
He smiles. "What do you mean? You want to spank me or something?" he asks.
I pat him on the butt. "Do not tempt me, Mr. Alexander. I am quite handy with a belt," I reply.
"I might take you up on that. Well, If I get a treat after, I might," he says.
Please stop smiling at me you are making me all wet again. I would love to spank him. I can just imagine having him bent over, smacking that sexy ass of his while making him bend to my will.
I came here for a job and ended up bent over a table. I cannot believe myself. It is what it is. Now I am thinking about ways to bend him over and spank him.
"Will I have to sign a contract?" I ask.
"I believe we already did," he says.
"Seriously, Damien," I ask.
"Rhea, of course, we will. You know most of my terms, and you know what you will get in return. Other than my rules and punishments, we have covered everything," he says.
Rules and punishments. This could get interesting. Maybe he is going to spank me.
"So Damien. What is your fantasy? What is it you desire?" I ask.
"Well, to be perfectly honest. You are my fantasy. To have you here with me in every way possible. Do you want me to be explicit, or do you want to use your imagination?" he says.
"I want your complete honesty. That is what I want. I want to know everything about you," I say.
We keep walking toward the house. He does not want to answer, yet I can tell. I will get my answer from him. I bet he is a freak. I can see it now. Tie me up and devour every inch of me.
"We can discuss it later, Damien. We do not have to get into all of this right now," I assure him.
Damien leans down and kisses me on the forehead.
"I promise to never hurt you, Rhea," he says.
Rhea POV
I go through my clothes, trying to decide what exactly I should take with me. I sit on my bed contemplating the choice I am making. I am taking my favorite comforter, that is for sure. I just cannot sleep without it. I have to call my sister before I forget. I am not sure what to tell her. I have to call Randall and Tyler too. Well, I am going to call Tyler to hell with Randall. Randall will figure it out when I do not show up.
I walk across the floor to my desk, looking for my cell phone. Where did I put it? I swear I cannot keep up with anything. I wonder if it is in my purse. I scramble through my desk and my purse. I swear, only me. I am clumsy, and I lose everything. How in the hell am I going to survive working for Damien? I have to get my act together.
Ring Ring Ring
Ahhh, my phone. I make a dash looking for it. Listening for the ring. The bed. Damn, I was sitting right on it. I pick up my phone. Its Randall. Ugh. Like I do not want to talk to him, but hey, it is a good time to tell him I quit.
"Hello," I say, extra chipper.
"Hey Bitch, you have clients where are you? You are just doing this to get under my skin," he says.
I clear my throat and take a deep breath. This is going to feel so good.
"Randall, I have something to tell you. It is very important, so listen up, buddy," I say.
"I hope you are on your way. If you are going to be late, I am going to dock your pay," he says,
"Nope, I quit bitch," I yell, and I hang up the phone.
Man, that felt good. I knew it would, but man, it felt better than I ever could have imagined.
I have got to text Tyler real quick and let him know. He is going to have questions. I do not have time to go into everything with him right at this moment. I will set up a time and sit down with him. Man, I am going to miss him.
*Hey, Love. I quit. I will give you all the details later. Love you*
Now I have to find my suitcase. This place is a mess. I have never been much of a housekeeper. I check the closet. Nothing. It has to be under the bed. I get on my knees and look under the bed. Ahh, there it is. My hot pink suitcase. I pull it out from under the bed. It has been a while since I have been on a trip. The damn thing is covered in dust.
I am not taking a lot. I still have to text my sister or call. I will text her. I cannot go into all the details right now. Maybe I should do that now. I am stalling. I have to pack. I have no idea what to tell her either.
I grab my phone and scroll down to Sarah.
*Hey. I am taking a job on the river. Long story, and I am packing right now. I will not be staying at the apartment. Your tuition is being paid, and we are all good. This job will have everything taken care of for a while. Love you, sis*
Okay, enough of the dilly dally I have to pack. I open my closet. Maybe I should just take basic clothes. I can always go shopping. No boots. I wonder if I need to get anything from the club. I will get Tyler to bring me whatever is mine from there. Besides, it would be cool to have him come to see me. I really cannot think of anything important at the club that is mine.
I grab some comfortable clothes, some business clothes, shoes, and damn I need undergarments. I need to go shopping. I can do that. I will just grab these things. My makeup bag and hair products. Okay, that is it. I am not taking anything else. If I need anything, I can go shopping or come back here for whatever I need. I have one weekend a month, that is mine. I can shop after I know more about what I will need.
I am done. I need a glass of wine. I go to the cabinet and retrieve a glass. I open the wine chiller and pull out a bottle of red. I believe Damien brought me this to the club. The thought of him makes me glow. Is this a good idea? I have no idea if I should be doing this, but I am. I am going to move in with a man. Not just a man. He is a vampire. A vampire who I slept with and a vampire who makes me steamy hot.
I must be losing my mind. I am taking a leap of faith here. I can do this. No need to overthink this. I pour myself another glass and sit down on the bed. I check my phone to see if Ty has text me back.
*Hey, BOO BOO. Good for you. I will see you soon. Love you*
I love Tyler. I cannot wait for him to hear about my new job. He is going to lose it when I tell him about what I did with him. I finish my glass of wine and put my phone on charge. I have to leave early in the morning. My new journey begins tomorrow.
I cannot believe he is not asking me a thousand questions. I would love to hear what a fit Randall had after our phone call. I don’t have time for it right now. I have to lie down and get at least a few hours of sleep.
I wonder if I should text Damien. I wonder if he is thinking about me? Why does he bring out this deep dark desire in me? What if this does not work out? Then what? One year. It is one year of my life. I can do this.
I lay back in bed. I cannot stop thinking about the things we did. It was nothing wild, just unexpected and different for me. I run my hand down into my panties. I want his touch again. I want to feel him inside me again. Pushing into me. He fills me so completely. I rub my clit thinking about how he felt. I spread my legs wider. I imagine him on top of me, filling me with his massive member. Yes, Damien, I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard. I want you again. I continue rubbing my clit until I cum thinking about his massive cock.