SAM POV
I walk up and down in my room, this is ridiculous! I think as I fall onto my bed. Why am I waiting? I should just stroll right out of here!
But it seems I already tried that and failed.
I sigh. Well, this is the most excitement I've had in quite a while. And it's not too bad knowing McHunk is in the building.
Why wait for the full moon? What could be so important that he would literally kidnap me. Not once, but twice!
And then demand I stay. If he wanted me to sit on his face, he could have just asked nicely. I would have done it.
But no, he chose to be rude and spear my car. I wonder if anybody is even looking for me?
I roll onto my stomach and reach for my phone. Damn, still no signal. I press my face into the bedding and let out a groan.
Now what?
I am hungry and damn it, I have earned a sandwich.
I crack the door open a sliver and peer outside. Nothing. And no one.
I open it more.
"Well, good morning."
I let out a shriek and nearly die from a heart attack.
I grab my chest and stare wide eyed at the large man in front of me, leaning lazily against the wall with a smirk on his face. His blond hair is side swiped and he looks like a teenage heart throb. The lead singer of a band where college girls would gladly hurl their undies at him.
What is wrong with this place? Is this where all the hot men are born?
I feel irritated at myself for being so jumpy. I should have known Damian would place a guard.
I lift my chin.
"I am getting a sandwich." I say, trying to sound formidable. He blinks like he expects me to explain.
"I am hungry." Is all I say before closing the door and starting down the hallway.
I can feel him following me and instead of feeling on guard, I feel him looking at my ass.
"Stop staring at my ass." I say over my shoulder, hearing him cough slightly and I smirk.
I stop at the bottom of the staircase. Well, I have no clue where the kitchen is, so I look around trying to find a clue. I head towards the dining room and remember Jeremy coming and going through one of the doors. That must be the kitchen.
I head in there and find the girl who brought in breakfast working on chopping some carrots.
She jumps, startled when we walk in the room.
Blondy laughs.
I give him an angry look and he holds up his hands in self-defence.
"I am sorry to bother you, but can you show me where everything is to make a sandwich?"
She doesn't respond immediately and I wait patiently.
"… Uhm… yea… I mean… yes." she says nervously jumping to gather everything.
I smile and thank her but she doesn't seem to make eye contact.
She looks so small. I make myself a sandwich and one for her as well.
I don't want to startle her by talking so I just place it near the chopping board and she looks up at me confused.
I smile. "You have to eat, or you'll pass out before you're done chopping those carrots."
She immediately picks up the sandwich and starts eating. I give her a satisfied smile as I dig into my own.
"Can I get one too?" the guy askes, looking like a schoolboy who might get into trouble.
"Sure, make one for yourself." I say and he immediately starts making one with frown on his face.
Yeah, that's right, we are not your servants.
"I am Eric by the way." He says, his voice sounding hesitant.
"You don't sound sure about that." I reply and he gives a nervous laugh.
"It's probably because I would never make a sandwich form myself unless I have no other choice."
The girl almost chokes on her sandwich and I offer her a glass of water.
"Well, that's just weird."
I take my last bite and leave to head back to my room.
Eric follows with his sandwich in hand looking like it would bite him if he tried to eat it.
"Just eat the damn thing already," I sound slightly more irritated than usual.
He start to eat with a frown on his face.
Back at my room, I turn to him.
"I am going to take a nap. Please don't bother me." I say slamming the door.
I sigh, well, I am not sleeping, but I can probably take one of those wonderful baths again…
I take out a purple frilly top and leggings with some clean underwear and head towards the bathroom.
DAMIAN POV
Eric enters my office frowning at a sandwich. I growl at him, but he still saunters to a chair and plops down.
"What do you want Eric?" I ask irritated.
He looks at me with confusion.
"You would never guess what just happened." He says and the look on his face… I have never seen my Beta this perplexed in well, ever.
"What happened?" I ask, trying to get the idea of throwing him out of my office out of my mind.
"That little she-devil made me make my own sandwich." He says still frowning at the bread.
I feel a smile tugging at my lips. Well, that is interesting.
"I am proud of you." Is all I can really say without being mean.
"No, you don't get it," he sounds confused. "She told me what to do and I did it. I couldn't help myself."
I lean back in my chair. That is news that I don't know what to make off.
"My body, my mind, it all wasn't up to me." Eric continues sounding almost terrified while taking a bite of the sandwich and swallowing hard.
Damn. The woman knows how to make an entrance that's for sure.