Blink of an eye

Like we already knew each other

Catherine

Before I could say anything Damien took off his neat jacket and placed it on my bed. Then he wrapped his sleeves up and was going to wash his hands when he noticed my laptop. s**t! Why did I leave it open? He looked at it and started to laugh. "Curious much, sweetheart?" His laughter was warm and it was obvious that he was amused but proud too. Proud that I was interested enough to search for him. If I was ashamed earlier, now I felt mortified. He just smiled widely when grabbing the knife and began to slice the tomatoes. "So… pasta?" He asked after finishing cutting them. "Yes, I was going to make a simple pasta dish but as you saw I was…a bit preoccupied when you walked in. You don't need to do this, I'll get it done later." I said while I walked next to him. It was odd having him in my home and him cooking for me was something I couldn't imagine. Everything that had happened during the last thirty minutes was just too much for me and I had to make him leave. "That's nonsense, dear." He continued and shaked his head . "We don't want that cut to get infected so it's best that you keep it dry and clean. Which leads me to making you dinner tonight. Get seated now and let me do my magic here. You know, I'm actually not as bad a chef as you could think." Damien led me to sit around the table and continued cooking in silence. I wasn't sure what I should do or say so I just sat there watching him. His moves were confident and it was a pleasure to look at him. I couldn't deny that having him here felt… familiar, like we already knew each other. First I was annoyed with his actions but he seemed sincere and made me feel relaxed around him. My doubts seemed to wash away after a while. It didn't take long until the delicious smell filled the apartment and my mouth was watering.

"You are seriously saying that you are just going to watch me eat?" I asked after he had placed a plate before me and sat down on the opposite side of the table. "Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying. I already ate before coming here. Now, eat." He answered and handed me a fork. "Unless you want me to feed you." Feed me! I was blushing once again, probably even more than earlier. I didn't know what to say so I just gave him a look and dug in to my food fiercely. The taste exploded in my mouth and I couldn't avoid letting out a small moan. "What did you put in this? I've never tasted anything this delicious in my entire life." I couldn't remember the last time I had enjoyed eating like this. "I'm glad to hear that you are pleased, princess." Damien laughed. "When you live alone you are forced to learn a thing or two." Now it was my turn to laugh. "I'm living alone too and I can't cook like a Michelin star chef!" Of course there was this small difference between us - he was a billionaire and I was broke. Obviously money could buy you more than just physical things…

To my surprise, our meal together had been kinda cozy and relaxing. I ended up eating way more than I'd normally eat and I was feeling tired after the dinner. Spending time with Damien had been nice but it was getting late and all I wanted to do was get to sleep. Before I could figure out how to get him to leave my phone rang. The caller's id was unfamiliar so I just answered with hello. "Miss Winters? This is detective Mark Philips calling. My apologies that we haven't contacted you earlier. Could you come to the station right now? We need to file your incident. Normally we do this immediately but we are currently understaffed." The caller was probably around his mid-fifties and sounded tired. I wasn't that happy to leave anywhere tonight but I agreed to go in thirty minutes. Damien had been watching my expressions and was obviously worried about me. "Is something wrong, Catherine?" He asked immediately after I had ended the call. "No, that was the police. They want me to go to the station to talk about my accident. I didn't even realize that I would need to do this. I don't remember much and I'm okay now." Idea of going to sleep was slipping further away. "Oh, that's right. Of course you need to go, who knows they might know something." Damien said. That might be true but it wouldn't change anything. "Maybe. I was just hoping to get some rest, I am very tired already. Not that you are tiring, I don't mean that. It's been a pleasure. Thank you for cooking for me." His expression turned worried and I instantly knew that I shouldn't have said anything about being tired. "Okay, let's get this done then. I'll take you."