Damien POV
I wake up alone in my bed. She chooses to sleep in her room last night even though I asked her to stay with me. She wanted to be alone. I wonder why. I hope after she settles, she will choose to be with me. I haven’t even told her the real reason I want her. My longing for her.
I went back to the club to see her over and over. I wanted to be close to her. I wanted to feel her. I wanted her. Now that I have her here, I can’t stop thinking about her. I didn’t need another employee, but I would have done anything to have her here.
By giving her a job and a stable home, I can look out for her. She deserves to be taken care of. I want to take care of her. I want to make her mine.
I pick up my phone and text her.
* Hope you slept well. I enjoyed my time with you. *
I go into the kitchen to make sure the chef is preparing her breakfast. “Everything ready for her?” I ask Gregory.
“Yes, sir, I am about to take it up to her,” he says.
“I will take it,” I tell him.
I grab the tray of food and leave the kitchen with it. I walk across the foyer to the stairs. I balance the tray and juice as I begin to climb the stairs. I hear her door open.
“I am bringing it to you,” I holler up to her.
“It’s just me,” Domin says.
“Is she awake?” I ask.
“No, I checked on her and left fresh towels as instructed sir,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say.
I get to the top of the stairs and walk to her room. I gently peck on the door. When she doesn’t answer, I let myself in. The room is dark, and she is still sleeping. I set the tray down beside her bed. I open the curtains and let in the sunlight.
Rhea moves slowly under the covers. “Good morning,” I say to her.
She opens her eyes, “What time is it?” she asks.
“It is 9,” I say.
“Oh my. I should already be up,” she says.
“It’s fine. I brought you breakfast and juice,” I say.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Do you need anything else?” I ask.
Rhea pulls herself up in the bed. She sits up. I hand her breakfast. “Gregory made you several things. I was not sure what you would like,” I tell her.
“This was not necessary,” she says.
“Anything to keep you happy,” I tell her.
“Don’t be weird,” she says.
I am not trying to be weird. I am trying to be nice to her. I am trying to be good to her.
“I am sorry. I just wanted you to eat,” I say.
“Thanks,” she says.
“Is everything okay, Rhea,” I ask her.
“Yes. I will eat and dress. I will be down in a little bit,” she says.
“I will leave then,” I say.
I wonder why she is so upset with me.
Rhea POV
It was nice of him to bring me food even after I asked for space. Last night was great. I just felt as if we have moved so fast. He is wonderful in bed. He is extremely sweet. There is just something that I cannot figure out. I need this to help my sister and myself, for that matter. Damien is offering me a better life, but at what cost? I don’t want to be his live-in sex slave. Now I am thinking too much. He did not force me to do anything. It was beyond pleasurable.
Sex with him is nothing like I have ever experienced. He is addictive. He tastes wonderful, and he makes me feel like my body is exploding. His tongue, his cock, his motions when he is inside me. I can’t think about this right now.
I eat some of the massive breakfast he brought up and drink the orange juice. I need to get dressed and go down to see what he has planned for the day. I wonder if we will work or if I will end up on my knees again.
I get out of bed and grab some clothes out of the closet. I need to shower and wash off the sex from last night. I can still smell him all over me. I can smell him, and it turns me on.
I get into the shower. I scrub my body and wash my hair. I stand in the hot water. I can still smell him on me. I scrub myself again and again, trying to free my body from his scent. I step out of the shower and towel dry my hair. I wrap myself in a towel and brush my wet hair. I grab the hairdryer and lightly dry it. I pick up my clean clothes and slip into my clothes.
I slip into my shoes. I grab my food tray and leave the room. I balance the tray and begin to go down the stairs. I make it three steps and drop the tray. Gregory comes running out to help me.
“I am so sorry. I am a bit of a klutz,” I say.
“No problem, miss, I was planning to come to get it,” he says.
I help Gregory clean up my mess. Damien comes up to help us. “What happened?” he asks.
“You know how clumsy I am,” I say.
“Yes, I do,” Damien says.
“I have got this miss; go ahead,” Gregory says.
“Thank you,” I tell Gregory.
“We have work to do, Rhea,” Damien says.
“We do?” I ask.
“Yes, remember we have to work today,” Damien says.
“Yes, we do,” I say.
I get up and follow Damien to his office.
“I set you up a small office outside of my office. It will be enough for now. When you meet with clients, you are to use the cottage,” Damien says.
“Got it,” I say.
“The contracts are simple. You will get an email with the specifics from a client, you put it together, and then email me for final review. When I approve it you call the clients in meeting with them and help them sign off,” Damien says.
“Sounds pretty simple,” I say.
“It can be, but it can also be quite difficult. Make sure you dot your I’s and cross your t’s. If you are unsure about something, ask. Don’t ever guess,” Damien says.
“yes, sir, I understand completely,” I say.
“Okay then, you can go set up your office any way you like it. All your computer login is on your desk. If you need me, I will be in here,” Damien says.
“thank you,” I say.
“Rhea, would you like to have dinner tonight?” Damien asks.
“Sure,” I say.
Dinner again with Damien, I could get used to this.
My first day working for Damien. Let me try not to trip over anything or drop anything. Why am I so clumsy? My sister is not like this, only me. I could trip over thin air.
I examine my office. He said I could do whatever I like with it. The walls need a color, that is for sure. It needs to be bright in here. I need more light. I open the curtains and let the sunlight in. That is much better. I cannot take the dark drab; it is depressing.
I sit down at my desk and adjust the seat. Someone tall was sitting here, that is for sure. I release the chair to try to get level with my computer. Much better. Okay, my computer logins. I look for the paper with it. Ahh, there it is.
I turn on my computer and wait for it to load. I hope I can figure out this computer. Technology is not my strong point. The computer boots up. Oh good, it is a system I am familiar with. I would hate to have to disturb Damien for something so simple as not knowing how to use the computer.
How in the hell am I going to do this? Okay, think. This cannot be any more difficult than handling those guys at the club. They need something, and I will help them get it. I can do this.
I open my email. Damien has already started forwarding me emails to look over. I would have never thought there was a market for this. I look at the subject line on the emails. It looks like the requirement for the club. Just a few more legalities involved.
So I can just print these and start working on the contracts. I think that would be easier for me. I open up the saved files. Damien has contracts to look over so I can input the specifications. Okay simple.
Let me see first up, Jenny R and Leslie H are wanting a sub/ dom contract for a period of six months. All I have to do is input their names and requirements on the document. I did not have to print all of this. I just wasted a ton of paper. I am figuring it out. Why in the hell did he need me for this it took like five minutes.
I smell his sweet aroma. I turn and look behind me. “How is it going?” he asks as he looks at the mountain of emails I printed.
“I am sorry. I thought if I printed the emails, it would easier to make sure I did not make any mistakes. I know it was unnecessary now. I put together five contracts. I emailed them to you to look at. This is actually simple,” I say.
He laughs at the mountain of paper. “It is okay. You will figure it out, and this frees up my time. I have a lot to do, and having someone else to do this helps me a lot. It may not seem like much, but it can be very tedious,” he says.
“Okay. I will get more organized as I learn everything you expect of me,” I say.
“That is why I am here. I cleared my schedule to help you today,” he says.
He moves closer. How in the hell will I ever get any work done with him around me? I move in closer to him. My goodness, he makes me want to do bad things. My phone buzzes.
“I prefer we not use our phones much during the workday. One of my rules. I would hate for a client to feel unimportant. You understand, right?” he says.
I do not even look to see who it is. It doesn’t matter they can wait. Everyone is accounted for in my life, so I can concentrate on Damien and my new job. I need to take my focus off of Damien for the moment, but it is hard.
“So let me look over the contracts you prepared and make sure you got the hang of it. Did you follow the step-by-step I sent you,” he asks.
“Yes, I printed it out,” I say.
“Such a good girl you are,” he says.
Yeah, don’t talk to me like that right now. I need to focus. I need to not have these thoughts I am having.
“These look good. See simple. Just follow the step-by-step. Sometimes it will be more difficult contracts. If you ever have to help me with a divorce, it can be much more to it,” he says.
“I cannot imagine a vampire divorce,” I say.
“Vampires are easy to deal with. It is the werewolf divorces that get very messy,” he says.
“Seriously,” I inquire.
“I could tell you stories that would blow your little mind,” he says.
“I am sure I will have plenty to tell,” I joke.
Damien continues helping me navigate the system. The dating service is a little more difficult. He does not like it when I call it that. He calls it an acquisition order. Whatever, it is a get your freak on service as far as I am concerned. He has surprised me by being so professional today. He has not said anything inappropriate or even flirted with me. I will have to try harder tomorrow.
I cannot believe the day is over. I log out of my computer and shut it down. Damien left an hour ago. I said I could handle it and to email him everything for his review. I check the acquisitions before I logged out. I will have a lot of those to work on tomorrow. That should be interesting.
I get my phone out of my desk drawer to check it. No one except for Tyler messages me. I will have to make sure to call him later. I am too tired to talk to him right now.
I gather myself and walk slowly back to my room. I am tired. Why I do not know. I still have a dinner date with Damien. I need coffee to perk myself up. I stop in the kitchen to ask Gregory for a cup. He is busy cooking and singing to himself.
“Gregory, you wouldn’t happen to have a pot of coffee on, would you?” I ask.
Gregory cackles. “Of course I do. Help yourself,” he says.
I pour myself a cup of coffee. I check the refrigerator for cream. I just need a little something to cool it down. I grab some Irish cream out and pour a few drops in. I sip it to make sure it is enough. I put the cream back. As I turn to make my way out of the kitchen, he is standing there waiting for me.
“Are we still going to dinner?” he asks.
“Yes, I needed a little pick me up. I normally work at night, not during the day,” I say.
“You know you can do that here. You can set your own hours as long as it does not upset the clients. Most of them prefer the night except those pesky fairies they prefer the day hours,” he says.
“Fairies?” I ask.
“Yes, they are very peculiar and particular,” he says.
Great peculiar fairies that is great. I cannot wait to deal with them. I continue my walk to my room. I feel him rush up behind me.
“Why don’t you let me carry your cup up to your room?” he suggested.
I guess he doesn’t want me to spill it. “Thanks,” I say.
He speeds up and is back in a flash.
“So, May I ask where you are taking me tonight?” I ask.
He touches my face so softly and leans in to kiss me.
“Heaven, I am taking you to heaven,” he says.
I feel myself soaking through my panties as he releases me. I let out a small moan. Damn.
“Sounds heavenly,” I say.
He leans in and kisses me again. Mr. Professional at work, but as soon as I am off his clock, he is seducing me. I want to be seduced by him. No more fighting it. I want him. He releases me.
“Be ready in an hour. No boots or heels, but wear a skirt,” he says.
“yes, sir,” I say.
I hurry up the stairs to my room to get dressed for my night in heaven. I wonder what all this will entail. I cannot wait. I long to be in his arms.