Chapter 8

Katherine

With my head in the air, I smoothed my pencil skirt and headed to the parking lot. Who does he think he is! Bossing me around like that. Even though today was a weekday, and I had two classes in the afternoon, I decided to give myself a little break.

Perhaps I've misjudged his character after all. I thought there was something more to him than his ambivalence, but I'm just a naive daddy's girl believing in fantasies and stories. Time to call up my best friend and do some ranting. It always helps. While Sammy and Joey were good friends in school, I could always count on my best friend, Alyssa.

Instead of going to university, she has decided to work as a content creator and a game streamer since two years ago. Frankly, with her bubbly personality, she has been doing so well and sometimes I'm jealous that she has found her passion so early on in life. 

I fished out my new phone. "Hi, Als!" I said. On the other line, I heard some shuffling sounds and then a bright voice. "What's up girlie? You have something to share, don't you?" Alyssa teased. "You know me too well. Can i come over in ten? I'll buy dinner." I said, already reaching my car. 

"Sure, and you better tell me all about this new hottie." She said, and I can feel the smirk on the other end. Ugh, time for some questioning. It was a welcome distraction from the slur of emotions I felt. Why does Damien get my panties in a twist? Not literally of course...

Switching on the ignition, I quickly made my way out of the parking lot and towards our favourite takeout stand. We always get chinese takeout from this place, and their noodles are amazing. I park my modest Honda car and order my usual from the kind old lady who smiles at me. Why can't everyone be this nice? Not like that jerk I met this morning. 

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts from his clear blue mesmerizing eyes, I collected the takeout and headed back to my car. 

"The food is sooo good!!!" Alyssa moaned. "It's lucky you stay alone, or else who knows what is going on," I quipped, taking a large bite of my food too. 

"Well I do want to know what is going on," Alyssa said suggestively, wagging her eyebrows. "Um... so I was looking for a job...", I started, and I told her about my would-be boss, minus my undercover role.

"So... on a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to bang him?" Alyssa said seriously. I laughed out loud. "Probably zero", I said, recalling his dominant attitude. I tried to forget the first night, keeping it hidden safely away. Work and love should never mix. This would definitely be disastrous on so many levels.

"That's a lie! If that were true you won't have been talking about him for the last ten minutes", Alyssa said, as we finished the last of our noodles. I sighed. I guess my feelings were not as easily concealed as I'd hoped. 

"So... what is lover boy's name?" Alyssa asked. "Damien...Ryker or something". I faked nonchalance. 

Her large eyes widened even more. "What? He is the richest and most eligible bachelor in this town for the last three years." 

"Yeah... so? He's just rich and spoiled." I said, crossing my arms. I don't want to discuss him anymore. I'm definitely going to reject his proposal anyway. 

Alyssa booted up her laptop and began hunting news about him. "Look! He's not spoiled. He runs the largest animal shelter in the country, and has been donating generously to animal welfare organizations." 

I looked over her shoulder and sure enough, his glorious picture was shown beside a large number of stray dogs and abandoned cats. Oh my. He actually loves animals. I had always liked animals a lot, and I love my dog, Moss, to death. 

I sighed. I guessed I had judged the book by its cover too early. His nightclub business was to support his charity foundation, and this fact really painted him in a completely different light. He genuinely intrigued me. What else is he hiding that I do not know? 

"I guess he isn't so bad", I admitted, looking at more articles about his contributions to the welfare of cats and dogs. His clear blue eyes stared back at me in the article, and I knew I had made a decision. It was just too tempting not to know, not to try. 

"Thanks Alyssa. You're the best." I admitted. "Can I crash at your place tonight? It's getting a little late."

"Sure, anytime. I'm so happy for you!" She squealed. I couldn't help but share in the excitement. That night, as I bid goodnight to Alyssa, I struggled to sleep. 

Damien was so mysterious. I knew that accepting the job would be so dangerous and risky, especially if I were to heed my dad's orders. Yet, I couldn't help but have a curiosity within me. Who was Damien really? I couldn't wait to find out myself. I wasn't falling for him yet, but there was this danger that threatened to engulf me.

Forcing my eyes shut, I fell into a fitful sleep. 

The next morning, I awoke bright and early. I decided to get out before Alyssa woke up, to prepare for my visit to Damien's office. I wrote her a text, and then I was off. 

When I reached my apartment, there was a package on my doorstep. I frowned. I didn't have the habit of revealing my address to anyone. Then, I remembered I filled in my address in the application form from yesterday.

On the small package, it simply wrote "Trent". Bringing it into the apartment, I used some scissors and tore it open. My jaw dropped instantly. 

Wrapped delicately between thin filter paper was a set of light pink lacy lingerie, with the tags still on. It looks so delicate it might break if I touch it. There was also a card that came with it. It says "Do enjoy it. Compliments, DR." When I removed the card, I realised what was under it.

It was a vibrator. Oh my god. Damien was so kinky. I contemplated returning it, with the whole package and everything. That would be the smart move. The easy move.

But since it's here, I might as well make use of it. I don't know what Damien's real motives are, but I do love a little danger. I got to work, cutting off the tags.

Putting on the thin pieces of lacy string, I scrutinised myself in the mirror. It barely covered anything, my curves were all on display. I wouldn't say I had a great body, but this lingerie really highlighted my body shape. To be honest, I liked it. I felt sexy and dangerous. And it was a perfect fit. The garter stockings were lying at the side, and I tried them on as well.

I put on my pencil skirt and a fresh button up white shirt. The faint trace of the pink lacy bra could still be seen, and I unbuttoned one button to reveal some more cleavage.

Damien didn't play fair and neither should I. I can't wait to see his reaction when he knows I'm wearing this underneath, and he can't do anything about it.

I smiled as I pulled up my skirt more, just enough to see the garter stockings and matching lace panties underneath. Starting on my makeup, I put on dark red lipstick and some eyeliner. There. I looked good.

Damien should have known he was playing with fire. Taking a final glance, I put on my high heeled boots and sprayed some perfume before heading out the door.