Winnie sat on the sofa, totally uncomfortable and reckless. She was dreading the moment there is going to be a knock on the door. And she will have to face him, alone. She didn't want to be with him alone. Everything can go wrong. Now she feels like she could have asked Chris to stay and wait till Damien comes back, could have saved herself the hassle.

She was taking deep breathes while preparing for the small talk. How was she going to start. Just with the usual greeting when she will open the door. She decided she will let him know that Oakley was picked up by Chris in the morning just at the door so he can be prepared to leave. But is he not supposed to be already aware of the change of plans by Chris. Why would Chris put her in such a challenging situation.

And the dreaded knock awaited her. The door bell rang twice, accompanied by soft knocks on the door. Winnie gulped in, this was the moment of now or never. She will have to find the courage to meet the man outside. It was supposed to happen one day or another.

Feeling a bit better, she took small steps towards the door. She opened it in a polite way and waited on the other side for him to get in.

Just only then she noticed, he was drenched with water. Was it raining outside? She didn't know. But he looked hot. The water droplets that moved down from his hair to his face and further travelling down to his upper body made him look more handsome than before. She could see all his muscles and a view of his chest that was fully covered with the coat he was wearing. Realisation hit her and she blushed, taking her eyes off him. Did he noticed her checking him out. Obviously he did, the egoistic smirk made his way on his face.

"If you are done checking me out, can I get in?" He asked in a playful manner.

Winnie gestured by her hands and eyes. Giving him directions towards the living room. He put his laptop bag on the way and jumped on the sofa, making himself comfortable but also ruining the dry sofas.

"I think you should change first." Winnie commented, annoyed at his audacity.

"Of course, can you get my clothes?" He questioned.

Did he really ask her to get him his clothes. Winnie huffed, look at his behaviour, acting like she was his wife. How is she even supposed to know where his clothes are and what was he going to wear. 'Don't be acting all stupid, dummy...Remember you used to pick clothes for him just over few months ago.' Her conscience mocked.

"Get them yourself." She harshly replied and sat down on the other sofa.

She took another look at him and gasped in horror. He was not only taking his coat off but the shirt as well.

Her eyes widened as she stared at his naked flesh. She could sense the smirk on her face even though his back was facing her. Her mouth hung opened in a awe. And the water droplets didn't make it easier for her to resist him.

"Would you mind not checking me out, Miss Smith." Damien mocked, still not turning around.

"Is Oakley already sleeping?" He asked and Winnie rolled her eyes. As if he doesn't know.

When he didn't get the answer, he turned around and raised his eyesbrows at her. "Is she?" He asked again. Winnie stared at him trying to figure out if he already knew or not. Seemed like no.

"Chris came to pick her up."

"Oh, well. Do you mind if I stay tonight as well?" Damien didn't show it but he was contented about Oakley's departure. Even though he loved that little child but she was a nuisance. He wouldn't have been able to get free time with Winnie alone.

"Of course, I do mind, Mr Knight. My house is not a hotel. We both know you can afford a room in some fancy hotel so it would be very helpful if you do so." Winnie replied rather coldly.

"How about I pay you the rent instead." He winked, before grabbing his clothes from the little suitcase and going towards the toilet.

Winnie waited for him to come back. He seemed quite comfortable at her house as if he owned the house. He spent approximately half an hour in the bathroom. She could hear the water till running in the bathroom which was frustrating her further. Why was this man taking so long. And the rent, would he really pay the rent. Does he think she is still broke.

She decided to ignore it and made her way to the kichen. He was probably hungry. And being a nice human that she is, she cannot deny someone an appetising dinner. She reheated the pasta she made in the evening along with the cupcake that she made yesterday. And prepared the table for two. Might as well eat with him as she was straving herself.

Footsteps could be heard as they came closer to her. Damien was approaching her, carefully whilst her back faced him. How much he wanted to just hug her and never leave her but he knew better than to act like a creep.

Winnie froze on her spot as she felt a hand on her waist. Her eyes widened and her heart start beating faster, his face rested right on her shoulder. Water droplets from his fell down to her body, and the strong mint like fresh smell surrounded her nostrils. Too astonished to make a move or say something, she waited for him to move away from her on his own. But there wasn't a movement from his side. She felt his nose rubbing on her neck which sent chill down to her body and the goosebumps to appear. She bit her lips, controlling the moan that was about to escape. Ah, she loved the feeling but would never admit it. Without realising she swayed her head the other way, giving him some more space to tease. As soon as she felt his lips on it, she couldn't stop the moan. And the moan was her fate to realisation. She broke free from his hold, her face turned red in anger. How dare he molest her yet again? Accusingly she looked at him and muttered in an angry voice, "That was... that was..." She couldn't find the words to complete her sentence.

"That was unbelievably nice." He completed her sentence and pass her a smirk.

"Oh, I see you prepared dinner for us." He couldn't even help the excitement that lingered his tone.

"Help yourself and then kindly leave my apartment without any further problems." She replied as she tried to went pass him, her hunger gone now. Before she could manage to walk away, a hand came in contact with hers, not letting her go.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To my room." Came her reply.

"We are eating together." Damien realised he was being problematic. He shouldn't have touched her the way he did but there was no way he was going to eat alone and let her strave. And he would have had let her go if there was only a plate and a fork over the dining table. But the table was ready for two. She was going to eat but he ruined the moment and now she doesn't want to eat anymore.

"Don't you think I was going to starve myself over your nonsense." Winnie commented, helping herself with some pasta.

"Of course not, Princess. We cannot let you strave."

Ugh, I never feel like updating. Been suffering from writers block.

Stay safe.

Peace ✌.