She fluttered her eyes open and her boss wasn't inches from her anymore but a few steps away, he was reaching for a waiter's tray to get two champagne glasses.
"Here you go, Amelia" Startled, she glanced around to see if anyone saw what had happened. She swallowed dryly as she took the flute glass from him. She downed it in one go and dropped it on the table next to her.
"f**k," Damien spat, frowning as he looked at her. "You're bleeding." He stated as her enchanting taste spread throughout his buds. He had cut her with his fangs almost mistakenly.
She brought her hand up to her mouth as he reached into his pocket to give her a small white napkin. Her fingertips came away wet, vivid scarlet.
"I shouldn't have-" he let his words waver off.
"I'm okay." She didn't quite know if that was
