Self-Seeker

Two Weeks Prior

Friday

Genesis had taken the day off, she had a major migraine from trying to sort out the paperwork for the fashion show coming up; there was so much to do in so little time. On top of that, the landlord had a hundred and one questions about why she had made so many renovations to her flat earlier that week - not that it was any of his business. She could thank Carter for that.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face, conducting her usual morning routine as her stomach rumbled - food was a necessity in that Moment. She strolled through her bedroom and down the hall. When she approached the living room and kitchen area, she had to do a double take to check if she was imagining things.

In her kitchen stood none other than Damon Soldati, pulling ingredients out of her cupboards in a bright pink and yellow bikini-print apron. Might she mention the apron was the only article of clothing he was wearing?

"Mr Soldati, what the hell are you doing stark naked in my kitchen at..." She paused to check the time on the clock above her sink. "Nine in the morning?" Genesis asked, turning away as she caught a glimpse of his perfectly toned buttocks.

"I'm baking, Genesis, it's calming for the soul. I'm pretty damn good at it too." He replied cockily. She spotted his clothing hanging over the back of the sofa and threw them to him. Thank God for her caramel complexion otherwise she would have sported bright pink cheeks right now. He somehow had that effect on her.

"How do you even know where I live?" She asked as he reluctantly covered the lower half of his body, still wearing the foolishly humorous apron.

"Well, I called your assistant, Emily. Cute girl – easy on the eyes - a little too shy for my taste though. I told her I was supposed to be meeting with you for a private fitting, if you know what I'm getting at. Seeing as she couldn't get hold of you, as well as help from my charming personality, she provided a lucky customer with your address." He explained, as if he didn't technically just stalk the stalker.

"Alright, so why are you here of all places? What do you want?" Genesis questioned. They hardly knew each other after all. Sure, they had flirted when they met at the wedding reception and then she briefly spoke with him again at the café, but that was it for her. Maybe he was seeing something that she wasn't?

Damon walked idly towards her, a spoon of mixture of whatever it was that he was baking in hand. He used the other hand to tug down on her bottom lip, as her lips parted she was taken aback when he fed the mixture into her mouth. Not once did they break eye contact.

"How does it taste?" He asked softly, admiring Genesis's face. In that Moment she let her guard slip, she felt the stoic expression she always wore falter and her real expression shone through.

The sound of his voice broke her out of her trance and abruptly, Genesis stepped back, realising she'd been caught staring. What was with her today, she thought? She always seemed to lose focus whenever Damon was around.

"It's good." Genesis commented as she licked her lips, relishing the sweetness. "Very good, actually."

"Don't do that." Damon demanded, his eyes had turned a shade darker. Now she was confused.

"Don't do what?" She furrowed her eyebrows, licking the corner of her mouth to check for any lurking mixture.

"That." He emphasized, she soon caught on. "I'm supposed to be the most attractive person in the room." He continued. Genesis rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile at his subliminal compliment. She was conscious of the feelings Damon stirred within her, she almost felt... happy.