Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty

I woke up a few hours later, Damien no longer in the bed with me. I figured he wouldn't stay, he had work to do. I went into the bathroom adjacent of the room I had fallen asleep in, I was taken aback when I found a new set of toiletries set on the countertop for me. I couldn't help the smile that crept on my face when I saw this. I never had to ask Damien for anything, he always thought of everything.

After taking a shower and brushing my teeth, I went back to Damien's office to find he was gone. I looked around for him, but instead found a note atop a box with a bow on it. The note read: 'I went to court, will be back by five.' I couldn't help but stare at his note for a few moments, not surprised but still taken aback by his beautiful penmanship. He managed to talk in a modern tone, but his writing betrayed his true age, showing his 18th century upbringing.

I opened the box to find a brand-new top of the line phone. I'd never had a phone so expensive, or new for that matter. My parent's always bought me secondhand phones that broke after only weeks of use.

"Miss Bast, what would you like for lunch?" A man's voice said from behind me, making me jump with a yelp. He was yet another unnaturally beautiful vampire. Tall and lean with swimmers build, not a giant like Damien and Sam, but still a few inches taller than me. He had a shaved head and deep brown eyes like pools of milk chocolate.

"Jesus! Why do you vampires do that?" I gasped out, holding my chest as I breathed heavily.

"I apologize, Miss Bast. I didn't intend to startle you." He said with a small smile, showing off deep dimples like craters. He handed me a few menus after my breathing calmed down. "If you prefer something else, I can retrieve it for you."

"You don't have to call me that, you know. Bast is fine." I responded, leaning against the desk as I looked at the menus he handed me. I looked through them for a moment before choosing chicken tenders and fries. I waited until he finished ordering my lunch, before speaking again. "Sam must have gone to court with Damien?"

"Yes, Mi... Yes, Bast. Mr. Edge instructed me to make sure you had lunch. I'm Gerald" He responded, shifting uncomfortably, gluing his eyes to the floor. It took me a few seconds to realize why he was reacting that way, I'd forgotten I was wearing a short skirt. My skirt was currently hiked up my thighs, due to the way I was leaning against the desk, very barely covering my woman bits on which I didn't have panties to cover.

"I'm sorry, Gerald, I didn't even realize! I swear I didn't do that on purpose." I exclaimed as I stood and straightened my skirt. After showering, I didn't want to put on the same pair of panties, but didn't have a replacement pair. I figured I would be fine for the next few hours until the work day ended.

"I know you didn't, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable by pointing it out." He responded, slowly lifting his eyes to meet mine with a devious glint that I just couldn't ignore. The look in his eyes gave me the impression that he rather enjoyed seeing so much of my bare skin, and would preferably see more than have me cover back up.

I looked back into his eyes, getting lost in the deep, seemingly never ending, pools of chocolate I'd discovered. He was subservient to Damien, but I could tell he was not by any means weak. I wasn't purposely being turned on by him, but the way he was looking at me gave me no other choice. Fear turned me on, why? I don't know. But I feared Damien for so long, yet wanted him so badly, I never fully understood why being terrified made me horny. I could practically hear his thoughts, and they made me feel dirty and exposed. I squeezed my legs shut, telling myself to stop thinking about him in that way. The way I reacted didn't escape his notice as he slowly took a few steps forward, not breaking eye contact with me as he put his hands on either side of me.

"No." I said, trying to sound unafraid as he slowly leaned closer to me, threatening to kiss me. The truth is that I'm beyond terrified. Not just because of what this man could do to me, but because of what Damien would do to me, if another man had me. This man could snap my neck with two fingers, if he wanted to take me, there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop him. What are the chances that three men would attempt to rape me in under a week? Damien would think I wanted it, but lied about it afterwards.

He stopped only inches from my face with a smirk, "Damien has had his turn with you, now it's mine. I don't care how much you cost, you look worth the price. That man has been wound up over some little human the past two decades, and hasn't touched a woman. So if he allowed you into his bed, you must be quite the fuck."

"I'm not a prostitute!" I yelled, wiggling out from in front of him and towards the door, opening it wide with attitude, before crossing the room and sitting at Damien's chair. "And that 'little human' he was wound up about, is me. So I'd seriously suggest you leave while you still have legs to walk on." I snapped angrily. The nerve of this man! He was visibly surprised by this as he took a step back, stunned to silence. He didn't say anything more before he left the office, closing the door behind him.

A few minutes later he brought my food, then left as quickly as he could, not daring to glance at me. At first, I was afraid of eating it, because what if it was poisoned again? But I decided this man wouldn't dare to do something like that. So I watched a movie on my laptop as I ate, still sitting at Damien's desk. I didn't notice when the door opened again, and a tall figure stood at the doorway, silently watching me.

"That is a sight I could get used to." Damien's deep voice rumbled sensually from the doorway as he slowly ran his eyes over every inch of me.

I had my legs up over the armrest of the chair, leaning back. My positioning made my skirt ride up my thighs again, showing nearly everything it was meant to cover. He closed the door and crossed the room, then sat on the edge of the desk, looking down at me. I jumped up and straightened my skirt again, embarrassed. "How long have you been back?"

"Not long, did you eat?" He asked me, turning the laptop to him to see what I was watching.

"Yes, thank you." I responded, thinking about what happened between Gerald and I, wondering if I should tell Damien. On one hand: if Gerald told him, but spun the tale in his favor, it would destroy any chance Damien and I had with a normal relationship. But on the other hand: If I told him, but he didn't believe me, the outcome would be just as bad.

"What's wrong?" He asked me, pulling my chin up to make me look at him, his eyes flashing in concern.

"I'm afraid that you will think I'm lying, due to what happened with Jacob a couple of days ago." I told him honestly, deciding that something coming from me, will always be better than it coming from someone else.

"I will know if you are lying, kitten. I can hear your heartbeat. So tell me what happened." Damien said, trying hard to keep his voice low, but the cloud of anger was apparent in his eyes, making me hesitate.

"Gerald thought I was a prostitute that you left in your office, and propositioned me." I said quickly, looking down at my boots, biting my lip.

Damien stood and opened his laptop, after a moment of clicking and typing, he pulled up a security camera, then replayed the encounter between Gerald and I. "I know, kitten. I saw it when I left the courthouse."

"Weren't you going to say anything, or ask me about it?" I asked curiously, before closing the laptop. I didn't need to see it replayed again, once was enough to make my skin crawl.

"No, because I trust you. And I knew you would tell me about it. You looked absolutely terrified, so I didn't want to force you to talk about it." He responded softly, wrapping his arms around me, and pulled me onto his lap.

"I think there is something wrong with me..." I trailed off, looking down at his hand on my thigh. I felt myself getting hotter in my core, wanting him to venture further.