Catherine

"Seriously, what is it with you and my apple?" I rubbed the apple on my shirt before taking a not-so ladylike bite on it, all the while glaring at him. He put his hands up in surrender and went towards the coffeemaker.

"Just so you know, the stuff that's in here's mine, even your bedroom furniture. It's not that I'm being selfish or anything. Just FYI." I told him, sitting on the counter near the knife set while watching him, the smell of caffeine in the air. Just in case.

"Already taken care of, bonbon. And not all of this is yours. The major appliances aren't. It was half-furnished when you got here so I could still cook, sit on the couch and sleep on my bed, minus your stuff being the sheets."

So lying was a no-go. Can't say I didn't try.

"You're the guy from last night."

It wasn't a question. It was more of a statement.

Even during broad daylight, he still looked dark. It was like he had this aura around him that's, I don't know...almost sinister.

I need to lay off the supernatural stuff. Rose loaned me her twilight books before, since I got curious about the buzz saying it sucked. Although this Damon dude doesn't sparkle. His back was on me meaning, I could check the guy who'd I'll eventually share the same air and rent with.

He got two cups from the cabinet above him. I didn't bother asking him on how he knew where they were. Probably a lucky guess. Coffee cups above the coffeemaker. Or he really did know about the apartment's interior. He was tall. Either that or I was too short. Well at least someone can reach the pans on the top cabinets for me now.

"Does it make a difference if I said yes? Would it make you feel better?" He wasn't looking at me when he said this and walked towards the fridge like I wasn't even there. I can't believe this man. How can he act like he owns the place when he just got here? He closed the fridge holding two eggs and reached for a pan on the cabinet just above me.

Everything went slow motion as he stretched his arm to get the cursed pan, his side brushing my thigh. I inhaled sharply and there it was again! The scent of apples.

"Earth to, bonbon." I looked at him. I spaced out. He moved his head for me to look at the table. There were two plates with scrambled eggs, and two cups of coffee.

"Hand me a knife will you?" My eyes widened.

My death has come. Goodbye coffee and good books.

When I didn't move and just stared at him, he sighed and spoke matter-of-factly. "I could've sneaked into your room, had my way with you then killed you. I could have choked you when you set foot on this kitchen. I could've tied you down on the couch, gagged and left you to starve to death. I could've done any of those horrid things, yet here you are. I prepared your breakfast. Fine then, give me the peeler. I guess you're not a fan of sliced apples." He reached out his hand for me to hand over the weapon I used a while ago to skin him alive. I looked around and saw that the peeler was at my far end.

He really was a huge man for this kind of kitchen. With me blocking his way, he would have to go around just to get it, just like when he got the eggs.

I jumped off the counter quickly and went at the end of the table. And instead of handing it to him, I let it slide towards where he was. He smiled and picked it up before sitting down. He pointed the other stool with the peeler, and I slowly made my way towards it. The smell of strong coffee reaching my nostrils.

"Eat, bonbon." I looked up in confusion.

"I thought I was Bambi?" I blushed. Now it looked like I wanted it.

He took a sip of his coffee. Mimicking him, I slowly sipped and almost groaned. It was just the way I liked it. Dark and strong.

"You said Bambi's a boy. Which you are not. So bonbon would suit you nicely." He started eating his scrambled eggs as I picked up my fork and moved the scrambled eggs around my plate. One time, I was whining about being alone, now I'm having breakfast with a man.

"Is something bothering you?" I looked up to see him as he picked up the apple he pealed, offering one to me. I moved my head to say no. He shrugged and took a bite at it. He sure liked apples.

"Okay. So I'm acknowledging the fact that you'll be staying here. But the other things you've told me... I'm going to forget that you told me those, and let's just be adults about this. My name's Catherine. You're Damon. You already have your own key, I presume? I work late sometimes so there's that." He smiled at me. How can a man look so dark, and be inviting at the same time?

"I have my key. Well Catherine, I suggest you believe it now. I really am sent here for you." He suddenly looked so serious.

Maybe God sent me my personal tormentor. The reason? I don't really know.

"Okay so I'm going to pretend that what you said is true. Hypothetically speaking, you were sent here to as you say, distract me. Then that makes you what? An angel? Did heaven realize that men are assholes here on earth, and decided to send angels for some kind of Divine Escort Service instead?" I took a forkful of scrambled eggs never leaving his face out of my sight.

"Bonbon, what makes you think I'm an angel?" He tilted his head slightly to the side as his tongue slowly made its way to his bottom lip. It was kind of hard to swallow the eggs now.

Focus Catherine.

"If...if you're not an angel, then what are you..." My eyes widened when it hit me. "You're a devil! You're here to tempt me, and drag me to the depths of hell!" This was my punishment for asking for something so foolish. The Big Guy decided to teach me a lesson with the help of this demon... Damon!

I'm going to faint.

That was when he decided to laugh. "Such extreme conclusions, bonbon. Is that what reading books for a living do to you? Don't worry, I may not be an angel, but I'm pretty sure I'm no devil either. I'm just as human as you are. Ask me questions if it'll make y accept this easier." I put my fork down and decided to play along. He said he was human, so that made me my creative brain calm down.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Twenty six."

"What do you do?" For all I know, he might be some drug lord or a delinquent hiding from the authorities..

"I fix and make stuff better."

"You're a carpenter?"

He shook his head. No?

"A mechanic then?"

He smiled. Okay.

"Where do you work?"

"The garage." I frowned. Whose garage?

He stood up and picked up our plates. I didn't even notice that I finished up mine while we went through our getting-to-know each other stage as roommates.

"That would do for now. I have to go to work, and so do you." He smiled at me as he started washing the dishes.

"Let me help." Walking towards him, he raised a brow when I took the plate from his hands.

"I thought you don't trust me yet? Let me finish this. You go and-" He looked down at my legs. "dress up."

Holy shiznick.

I completely forgot that I wasn't wearing any pants! With as much dignity that I could muster, I quickly ran towards my bedroom, slamming the door shut. His was laughing so hard, I could still hear him.

I stripped off my clothes and stepped in the shower. I kept banging my head on the wall until it hurt. I mean who forgets they're half-naked?

And I was in that state while trying to act mature in front of him.

By the time I managed to calm myself down, I have scrubbed my body about three times. Drying myself, I got a pair of black slacks and a floral blouse from my closet.

Mom always teased me about them and called them my 'momma clothes'. Well it wasn't my fault I can't seem to enjoy sorting through clothes at a mall for hours. I make do with what I have.

After blow drying my hair, I put it on a tight ponytail and put on my glasses. I walked out of my bedroom to find Damon tying his shoe on the couch. His other shoe on the coffee table.

"Get your shoe off the table please." I really was having none of it. He did what he was told while saluting at me. Making sure I had my keys in my bag, I faced him, putting on my Cold Catherine attitude on.

"Well Mr. Grace, as awkward as our first meeting was, I hope that we get along and be civil to each other. Now I have to go to work, have a nice day." I turned and opened the door. Only to be shocked by another man who I clearly wasn't expecting to come this soon.

"Glen..."

He looked up and smiled shyly.

"I need to tell you some-" I frowned when he suddenly stopped talking. I noticed him looking at someone behind me, and I turned only to bump into someone's chest.

Damon looked down at me, and I swear I saw stars as he smiled.

"I have to go to work, bonbon. Would you like me to take you to work first? Or just pick you up later?" He put his hand gently on my waist. All I could do was stare at him. I was still in a daze when I heard Glen fake a cough.

"We have a visitor. Do you need anything?" Damon was asking him like he really wasn't aware that I was with someone. He was taller than Glen. And bigger too. In a nice, sexy way. I felt his fingers slightly dig at the flesh at my waist. Glen saw that.

"I...never mind. I just... I got to go." Glen said and left. But not before giving me what looked like a death stare. Now he thinks I'm a bitc- that I was an awful person. Damon removed his hand from my waist and stood in front of me.

"So, do I give you a ride to work? Or just pick you up later?" Wait. He wasn't kidding.

I imagined myself going to work riding a motorbike. A big no-no.

"After work." Not really aware that I said it out loud, he smiled and fixed my glasses.

"See you then, bonbon."

Then he was whistling his way down the stairs.

I stood at the door, trying to process everything that had happened since I walked inside the kitchen.

Catherine Marks Wright, what in the name of the heavens have you gotten yourself into?

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