She has lost her mind.

A twenty five year old virgin who had never felt any tingle or spark from the opposite sex. Not even a kiss from a man she had been engaged to.

She had to commit herself to this, and she really didn't know why.

Lucia had no choice.

She had never been the type of emotional girl that melts at the touch of men. That was the reason her fiance broke up with her three months ago.

"You want to know why I am breaking up with you?" Wilfred asked her the last time he broke her heart.

She nodded.

"It's because you are too cold, I want to make love to you. I want to make you moan and groan. But when I kiss you, you don't respond."

"Oh! Sorry Wilfred! I am not a slut. Or should I wear your clothes or or mine, when we aren't even married ?" She replied sharply. She was hurt and heartbroken

"You don't even loosen your blouse a little when I touch you," He snarled.

"I'm so sorry for saying that. You are a beautiful lady. It's not your fault. You are not just…. passionate,"

"I can't remember the passion of yours setting the house on fire!" Lucia stung back at him.

"With you? Nah!" He agreed.

Which means he and his new found lover, shawl the twenty three years old lady he was dumping her for, have been setting the house on fire?

Well fine! Good for him. Let him have her. Let them burn up the wall.

She didn't care!

As much as she wanted to deny, wilfreds accusations still made her think something was wrong with her. What do other girls and ladies possess that she doesn't? What was she lacking ?

This afternoon proved it all wrong. Out of the blue she felt a spark, something deep, strong and passionate coming from her.

She sighed.

"How old are you?" She asked a glaring Damon as she came into the cottage with her luggage.

"Twenty eight," he growled as he watched her come in with her luggage.

Huh? A twenty eight year old Playboy? Thirty two years with those heavenly features? Unbelievable!

She shook her head.

Damon had been wondering also. He was sitting right where she left him, scowling at her. While she went out to bring her luggages in he changed into a pair of shorts and t-shirts.

Still he looked very breathtaking. Very masculine and very intimidating as he was sprawled on the floor. He stared like a child that was denied chocolates or some snack.

"How old are you?" He asked rudely.

She lifted her head as she answered.

"Twenty five,"

"You don't kiss like you are twenty five" he cried out loud.

Her blood ran to her cheeks making them flush. The feeling of letting down her guards surfaced in her head again.

Thomas, who helped her carry her luggage, made a disapproving sound to what Damon said.

Lucia felt more embarrassed. She wanted to know if Damon felt the same thing. She looked at him in the eyes.

Immediately he looked away.

Yes! He had felt it! She suddenly felt a feeling of triumph. Hugging herself and doing a happy dance in her head.

"Don't mind him, he is just sulking"

"I'm not sulking!" He sulked again.

His outburst made Lucia smile.

"You can take them through here," She said to Thomas, ignoring Damon.

She stared towards the hallway that led away from the small living room, then looked back,

"That's where the bedrooms are," She said over her shoulder.

Damon grunted something. His dark and cold face glaring at her.

"Did he kiss you miss?" Thomas qwkwe worriedly.

"Oh, yes." She tried to sound neutral and indifferent.

"She's not really good at plain kisses, maybe some french kisses would do," Damon said loudly.

"I can see why your father thinks you need a nanny," Lucia said. "You need to learn how to behave,"

She walked away down the hallway.

"A nanny?" Thomas asked, wide eyes.

"Mr Damon is quite a handful," Lucia said, ignoring the inquisitive gazes of Thomas.

"Oh, which room is missing ?"

"She can sleep with me," Damon said behind her.

"Mr Walter!" Mr Thomas chastised.

"Aye Mr Thomas, no need to bother. She likes when I talk dirty.,"

Mr Thomas choked on his spit.

"Children misbehave when they think we are watching to get the attention of the elders around," She said firmly. "I advise you to ignore him. Come along we have a room to find,"

In the hallway Lucia saw three bedrooms. The biggest, with a view of the garden below. She saw a king-sized room, which she guessed belonged to Damon.

It was surprisingly neat. With his laptop on his bed. It was Royal, painted in white and brown, with a hint of black. Harsh. Just like its occupant.

"One would think you would like to share the bed, I won't share with a log." He taunted her

She ignored him and the bed. But the thought of sharing the bed with Damon was haunting her in her mind. She could imagine him naked against those duvets, his cold and hard skin on her soft ones.

Oh girl! Stop this! She must come out from her dream. She could never be in that position. She was cursed.

She turned and left the room.

She found another empty bedroom which had an office and sofas. She could have stayed in this room but she didn't want to be close to Damon.

Maybe it was because she didn't want to seem desperate to him or her trust issues or she doesn't just trust the whole thing.

Fortunately there was another bedroom far at the back of the house. It was a long, narrow room.

"Put my things here," She went over to the window and looked out. She could view the lower houses down the hills, and she could hear the sound of waves.

"Miss?"

She turned to see that Thomas had dropped her cases and was now looking at her.

"I just want to let you know that he isn't as bad as Mr Walter says,'

"Yeah right," Lucia said dryly as she rolled her eyes.

"I know he has been an asshole but he'll try,"

"It should be interesting.," Lucia agreed with him. "But tell me Thomas. Do you know about this setup between Mr Walter and I ?"

Silence