Young Master Damien's Pet

"I think a woman will find you attractive..." she tried with a diplomatic approach.

"You're a woman, does that direct to the answer that you find me good looking? Do you, mouse?" the ever-persistent master Damien, thought Penny to herself, "Mouse..." he drawled making her wonder what he was going to say, "Never mind," saying that he slid down and pulled the covers over him.

Huh? What did he want to say?

Curious about it, she asked, "What were you going to say?" with him facing at her as he laid on the side of his body, Penny herself got into the covers to face him. Their eyes meeting each other while she waited for him to continue with what he was saying previously.

"I will be taking you out tomorrow," he said shifting the conversation, "Falcon will have your dress ready. You can wear that. Don't do anything to your hair," he said as if intending to tie her hair himself. Penny continued to stare, her silent protest on still wanting to know what he wanted to say, "Passive-aggressive behavior doesn't suit you."

Breaking her eye contact, her eyes shifted to look at his neck and then to muscles that peaked out of his shirt where he had left it unbuttoned, "You know, I have you looking at me, your eyes wandering more than what one can view," hearing this suddenly her eyes snapped up to look back into his dark red eyes. Her cheeks turned warm for being caught as her eyes had wandered without realization, "You don't have to feel shy in admitting that you like me," her jade green eyes widened.

"I did not say anything like that! Master Damien you should stop getting to conclusions which are not true," she whispered even though they were alone and in the bed next to each other.

"Mhmm. Keep telling that to yourself but you forget that I have very good ears. Who is your heart beating for? I don't have to strain my ears yet I can feel it loud and clear," Penny couldn't argue with that but with his usual attacking lines, it was hard to keep up with his pace of talk, "You have beautiful eyes," he complimented her suddenly.

"Thank you," she murmured back, closing them as if she were going to catch some shut eyes.

"How rude, especially after I just complimented your eyes," she heard his voice much closer and the next time she opened her eyes, her heart skipped out of shock to see him lying right next to her. How did, when? She realized it was his ability, "There are brown flecks in them," she heard him say distantly even though he was right in front of her.

"You're too close," she whispered.

"I wanted to," Penny had held her breath and when he placed his hand on her cheek, he said, "Breath. I don't want you dead. It would be a pity if you did."

"I don't think you know what personal space means, do you, Master Damien?" she asked him, his hands were cold due to the cold shower he had had.

"What is that?" came out the quizzical question, a grin breaking on his face. She felt him set her hairs, pushing the little pieces of blonde hair behind her ear.

"You're being strange."

"How so?" he questioned her, his fingers took the length of her hair, bringing it close to him before it slipped out of his hand. Damien had always been odd but with him behaving sweet towards her, she was trying to be more wary of his presence.

She shook her head and he smiled, "Confused mouse. Get to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day," with his continuing to stare at her, Penny closed her eyes hoping Damien would get to sleep too. That night she didn't experience any dream and slept through the quiet night to wake up the next day to find herself in the arms of the pureblooded vampire.

Damien had his arm wrapped around her with her head that had taken nest near his chest. When she pushed him, she heard him say, "Stay a while longer like this, mouse. Sleep is not always privileged," she didn't care about that! In an attempt to push him away, she fell out of the bed and on the ground with a thud.

"Are you alright?" he asked her from the bed, lifting himself up with one of his hands where she narrowed her eyes at him. With the door knocking, Penny stood up and went to get it. It was the butler who had a dress with him, "Get me the pins that are in the drawers. The blue one will go well," he ordered the butler.

"Yes, master Damien," Falcon bowed his head to leave the doorstep once he had given the dress to Penny.

"Where are we going?" she asked, turning to look at Damien who had fallen back on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Sentencia has a vampire blood-tea party in her mansion. I have been skipping the other tea socialization but I cannot skip this one," he said with a sigh before sitting up on the bed and looking at the dress she had in her hand. Penny remembered the woman, it was the same day she had seen a slave being abused. The vampiress who had better manners than the one who had whipped her slave, "She's a dear friend of mine so don't worry if your imaginative mind goes to think that there's something going on between us."

"I didn't," Penny pressed her lips, seeing Damien swirl to place his feet on the ground and to walk to where she was. He put his hands in his pant pockets.

"I know but it is always to clear things than have a heap of misunderstandings. Don't you agree?" and with that, he leaned forward to peck her lips, "Get ready now," he sauntered towards the door, turning the knob and stepping out of the room.