Accidentally bounded to the Alpha Vampire

Chapter 3

Amelia once again walked into Damien's office, but this time she had little or no confidence. "Miss Amelia Steele" Damien called out and she felt her body jump. "Sit" he commanded and she obeyed, sitting carefully on the sofa in front of his table.

"I'm so sorry about..." He raised a hand and she immediately stopped her apology. He stood up and came before her, resting on the table. He was just taking her in clearly for the first time.

"How much do you want this job, Miss Steele?" He asked and she widened her eyes.

"I really need it, I..." He once again stopped her.

"I see you want it so bad" he stated, noticing her cool green eyes "one more slip..." He looked down at her "up and you're gone" she squirmed.

"I promise I won't disappoint you, Sir" she stood up and he nodded at her with a curt smile.

"Welcome to Centuries" he announced and she smiled, controlling her intense euphoria. He gave her an expectant look before going back to his seat.

She scrambled through her files and went through them quickly "You have a meeting by 11am, Sir" she informed and he gestured his hand to her.

"My morning coffee?" He inquired with furrowed brows.

"Oh, yes Sir" she nodded getting her stuff.

"You can run me through my schedule after you get me one" he stated and she went straight to the door, "Amelia," he called out for her just before she slipped out "I want an Irish coffee" he added and Amelia nodded before leaving.

She had stopped over at Sarah's office for directions and inquired about how he liked his coffee.

She stood by the coffee machine trying to compose herself as she prepared it, she was ecstatic to have landed the job finally, even if it was on probation.

She measured in two teaspoons of brown sugar into the already warm coffee mug. Filled a shot glass with Irish whiskey and poured it into the mug, she added the hot coffee made strong and mixed it in so the sugar can melt, she then lightly floated whipped heavy cream on top by slowly pouring it over the back of a spoon. At that moment, she was never as glad for working at a cafe shop through her time in the University.

She carefully placed it on a small gold tray and walked down to his office. Just as she approached his door, Sarah stopped her and inspected the drink. She wiped the coffee spill at the rim of the cup and side. She instructed Amelia to walk straight and serve him with a smile and she did just that.

She watched him take a sip of the coffee as he read some documents, he placed the drink down after a few more sips and sighed, he leaned into his chair and looked up at her. "How many sugars?" He inquired smirking even though his voice was as stern as ever.

"Uh, two Sir" she replied promptly "it was the stated amount in the recipe" she added and he sat up.

"I like just one sugar in mine," he explained "two, dulls the taste of the whiskey and I don't want that. I want to taste the whiskey at the very first sip" he added "understood?" He asked and she nodded.

"I'll make you another" she went to get the tray but he stopped her.

"run me through my schedule for today" he ordered and she nodded proceeding to explain to him.

"Your 11am meeting would be starting in 20 minutes with the board." He nodded and she proceeded "right after that you have an appointment with the bank, then lunch with Miss Isabelle Young, and..." He stopped her by the wave of his hand.

"Reschedule the meeting with Miss Young, I'll be attending to important personal matters at that time. Call her and ask if dinner would be okay" she nodded and scribbled it down quicky and proceeded to tell him about the other agenda's he had for the day.

Amelia called to reschedule the lunch with Miss Young immediately after the meeting and just as they got into the elevator, Damien got a whiff of her hair and scent and it instantaneously made his throat dry. He itched to know exactly what she tasted like but he couldn't, he vowed never to feed on his employees even though they seemed like his very own personal bar to drink from.

The elevator gave a jolt and Amelia lost her balance making her trip but Damien caught her and she looked up at him with scared wide doe eyes. "I'm so sorry Sir" she squirmed and he smiled down at her.

"Not your fault this time" he could hear her heart beat like a loud drum and could smell the little sweat that glazed her skin, it smelt like nectar. "I'll have the elevator checked" he added simply and set his eyes away from her steady beating vein to the elevator doors.

Amelia regained her composure "Miss Young agreed to dinner, Sir" she informed softly feeling nervous to be in a closed space with him.

"Good" he stated curtly. As they walked out of the elevator, he sensed a non human scent and froze suddenly. He looked at everyone in the reception and scanned where the scent was coming from or who it belonged to. He found out just who it was and even though the person was not in the reception anymore his pulse quickened.

"Amelia" he called out as she almost opened the doors. "I have to get something in my office, wait for me in the car" he ordered and went back upstairs.

He threw his office doors open following the scent there and glared at the person who had wandered in, "What the hell are you doing here!" He growled.