"Thank you, Mr Williamson, that is great news. I'll be sure to pass that on to Mr Morgan." I said through the phone to one of Midnight Industries' biggest clients.

"Thank you, Miss Summers. Can I look forward to a call from Mr Morgan anytime soon?" Mr Williamson said.

"I'm sure he will contact you as soon as he can. He just keeps very strange hours due to flying all around the world. I'll let him know you wish to speak to him."

"I appreciate that. I'll be in contact with you soon."

"I look forward to it sir. Thank you for your business." I hung up the phone. I had been so busy during the day since we landed in Germany three days ago. I spent all my time during the day on the phone talking and organising meetings with Mr Morgan's human clients and then at night, I researched Midnight Industries policies, procedures, and meeting minutes so I could make sure I knew what I was talking about. To be honest I didn't sleep much at night anyway so keeping my brain busy was a great distraction. I knew almost all his big clients and how they operated now, and it made it much easier to deal with as most of them were all arrogant men who thought they were smarter than everyone else. Trust me when I say, they were not smarter than this girl. Not by a long shot.

We were staying in Mr Morgan's amazing mansion on the hill. It had seven bedrooms, two pools, two huge living areas, a cinema, a games room, a kitchen the size of a restaurant and even a ballroom. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

"Boss wants to see you," Jake grunted as he walked into the living area of the mansion, rubbing his head so his blonde hair stood up in the air like he had been electrocuted and yawned slightly.

"Good morning sunshine. Geez, is it dusk already?" I said stretching my arms above my head.

"Boss wants to see you," Jake grunted again not even looking at me.

"How did you sleep? I expect like a baby." I said cheerfully ignoring him.

"Boss wants to see you," he repeated in the same tone as before.

"Well, it was a pleasure chatting to you as always Jake, but all good things must come to an end because ......"

"Boss wants to see you," he grunted as he fell face-first on the sofa.

"Bam, and that's how we do." I laughed walking out of the living area and walking down to the room Mr Morgan had made into his office. The hallway was dark, but I could see light streaming from his office into the darkness of the night.

I heard his deep voice as I got closer to his door, which was slightly open. "It's not the best time for that Genevieve. Leon is... I know, and if I have time I would nothing more than to do that with you. I will come and see you tonight ...... Ok." he hung up the phone. "Ok Miss Summers, you may enter," Mr Morgan called.

I gasped at the sound of my name. "How did you know?" I said opening the door and staring at him.

He smiled as he sat behind his desk and flicked through the paperwork in a file in front of him. "I told you, I always know where you are. Plus, I can hear your heart beating, it was beating rather fast though, did you run here?"

I blushed "Oh, yeah I did. I just wanted to tell you that I spoke to Mr Williamson, and he has agreed to your terms. He wishes to speak with you though and the Ryan account has been finalised and the money is in the account." I started playing with my hair as I watched him at his desk. How does he have such a muscular body? When does he have time to work out?

"That's wonderful news, thank you. You just made my evening." he looked up and smiled making my heart skip a beat.

"Jake said you wanted to see me?" I pressed my lips together trying to hide my smile. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? No, Miss Summers, everything is fine. I must fly to Russia for business. I should only be gone overnight but I was wondering if you would like to accompany me. I'm not sure leaving you here would be the safest thing right now, but I understand if you would like to stay here with Vinnie. He speaks very highly of you," he smirked at me and pressed his lips together. "It's your decision though, no pressure."

"I'll go with you, please don't leave me with him," I said walking up to his brown wooden desk. "I mean, thank you, sir. I would love to come with you," I smiled.

"Wonderful, Jake will be thrilled, I'm sure. We leave tomorrow night. I will organise for a seamstress to come over tomorrow and help you find an appropriate dress for the dinner."

"You're taking me to dinner?"

"Yes, it's a business dinner for all of my clients. I put it on every year for my very best clients and their partners. It is quite formal so I will have someone visit you here with some dresses. Oh, and pack for the cold." he said standing. "Have a good night's rest and I will see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir." I smiled.

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"You needed a dress young lady?" The seamstress said in a thick German accent.

"Dress, yes. I need one for my dinner with Mr Morgan."

"I have spoken to Mr Morgan. He tells me you need a ball gown. I have brought you some beautiful dresses. Here try them." she said pushing me into one of the empty bedrooms. On the bed lay five beautiful dresses. One more gorgeous than the next but only one caught my eye. I'm not sure if it was because of how it fit me or if it was the fact that I had never seen anything like it before in my life. The glittering nude dress clung to my body like a second skin and the thin red details that ran over the dress were beautiful and delicate. It was stunning and I felt like a queen as I looked in the mirror. It just felt right.

"Very pretty, perfect fit. It looks like blood on the skin but pretty blood. Lovely." she said smiling.

"Oh my gosh, you're right it does. I can't wear this to dinner with vamp... I mean my boss might not appreciate it."

"He likes it, he chose this one himself, but he told me to give you choices. I gave you choices," she said pointing to the bed with the other gowns. "Your handsome boss did like this one." she touched the gown, "Said it was perfect for you but wanted you to choose for you. You like it?"

"I love it, it's perfect. Are you sure he will approve?"

"You are a pretty girl, he already approves." she pinched my cheeks and laughed. "You keep it and I will be on my way. Nice to meet you." she picked up the other dresses and walked out of the room.

"Wait, how do I pay you for this?" I called to her.

"He has already paid. He is a good boy," she called back. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. Did he choose this for me? It fits me perfectly, how did he know?

I heard a knock at my door and turned to see Jake staring at me. "Wow, I want to eat your dress right now. It actually looks good on you; shit did I just say that? Well, that's disturbing. I think I'm getting horny, I need to find me some sweet ass." He rubbed his hands together and smiled.

"What do you want Jake?"

"Oh, boss said to tell you we leave in a few hours. Be downstairs by seven. If you are late, I will leave without you." he said turning away.

"I'll be there. Thanks,"

"Feel free to be late," Jake smiled and walked away "Vinnie, come and check your girl," Jake called down the hall laughing. I ran to the door, shut it and locked it. Damn him!

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"Oh great, you're here," Jake grumbled as I put my suitcase down by the front door.

"It's not even seven o'clock yet." I protested.

"I was hoping you would be late." he looked away but I'm pretty sure he was smiling to himself.

"Sorry to disappoint you,"

"It's ok, you do it every day. I'm used to it." Jake snapped pulling on his long black coat and flicking up the collar.

"Oh, is someone cranky because he couldn't get laid?" I teased him.

"How dare you. I always get laid, they are lining up for a piece of this," he yelled pointing to crutch.

"Yeah, lining up at the front door trying to get away from you. I hear the taxi service is holding a parade for you as you provide them with so much business from your unsatisfied women." I was proud of that.

"That's it," he yelled dropping a black suitcase on the ground. "You and me upstairs now. I'll fuck you so hard, I'll ruin you for all other men."

"Now Jacob, we don't need Miss Summers thinking about that sort of stuff and you certainly don't want more names on that taxi list." Mr Morgan cut Jake off as he walked down the stairs in a fitted navy suit and long black trench coat. "You don't want to give vampires a bad name son, especially in the bedroom." he smiled as he walked past a fuming Jake.

"She couldn't handle me anyway," Jake grunted.

"Miss Summers, I trust you found yourself a suitable dress for this evening?" Mr Morgan said ignoring Jake's tantrum behind him.

"I did, thank you, sir. It's beautiful, you didn't have to do that," I pushed my hair behind my ears and smiled.

"You are most welcome. You are doing an amazing job, it's the very least I can do for you and your loyalty. I appreciate all your hard work, you truly are as good as your reputation, better in fact," he said winking and pulling out his phone from his suit pocket. "Excuse me ... Hello... Oh hello ...... I cannot tonight we are leaving for Russia ...." he walked out the front door talking on his phone in a very soothing and gentle tone. My heart sank a little as I guessed it was a girl.

Stop it, Ebony, he is your boss and a god damn vampire. He is also probably the best-looking man on the planet, of course, he has lots of girls, pretty girls, perfect girls, girls who don't work for him and probably do all the stuff you won't.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you actually talking to yourself? Is that because you have no friends?" Jake said pushing past me with bags in his hands.

"Oh, I thought we were best friends," I made a sad face.

"That's the saddest shit I ever heard. You thought wrong." he laughed. "Get in the car."

As tough as Jake was, I think he was starting to ease up around me. I mean he's never going to be pillow fight friend material, but I do enjoy our, whatever it is we are.

I followed him outside and towards the limousine. I watched three more men, I'm guessing vampires, in black suits greet Jake with loud cheers and laughter. They all patted each other on the back and laughed about some inside joke about well, vaginas like they always do. I didn't listen; I just turned around and walked away.

"You must be the new assistant?" One of the men said. He looked quite young but very handsome with his long dark hair gelled to the side and his big brown eyes. He had a very welcoming smile, and I was instantly drawn to him. He held out his hand to me "Hi, my name is Callan."

"Hey, hi. My name is Ebony. It's nice to meet you. Do you work for Mr Morgan as well?"

He just smiled and shook his head "No, I'm his son."