Jeremy might not be as bad

"Well I'm not really comfortable with that"

"I don't really care, please get ready I can smell the food being prepared in the kitchen." He finishes remaining at the closet doorway now crossing his arms. He was in a nice and clean white shirt with a pair of brown pants. His hair a silver color.

She begins to dress, walking over to the dresser she pulls out her underwear and a bra. Of course all the options were lacy of the lingerie side. She tried to put on her underwear, while clingy on to the towel, but it drops. Bent over, her entire backside displayed for him to see, she tries to cover herself with the dress but it's futile. Either from the front or the back she's showing herself to him

Sighs and just gives up. Dropping the dress and any attempt to cover herself she puts on her underwear and then her as she focuses on clasping her bra around back, Jeremy moves and is in front of her in a blink.

"Let me help with that."

She looks up and squeaks a bit from being startled.

"No it's okay I can do it" she tries to smile clearly uncomfortable.

Jeremy comes closer her breast now pressed to his chest as he takes the back and clasps it.

"Much better" he says taking a step back from her returning to his spot in the door way.

Shocked by his approach and then his retreat grateful for him not pushing further.

Feeling his cold skin brush against her breast it made the very tips of her hard he could see through her lacy bra. Smiling only the slightest. She pulls the dress up and turns to look around and zip and in a second he was in front of her again.

"Here I'll do this one too"

Before she could protest his cold chest was once again pressed to hers as he reaches around and caresses her lower back "looking" for the zipper, finding it he holds one hand to her bottom and then zips up with the other.

"You look lovely" Jeremy said back to his monotone voice let's have lunch.

The moon was high in the sky now. She'd been preparing for her new life's sleeping schedule, she slept during most of the day so she could be up most of the night. They head to the garden.

It was beautiful, rows of flowers with vines climbing the up overhang shading many of the plants, there was a small pavilion with a table in the center near a dark blue lake.

The table had a white cloth and a lovely porcelain tea set accompanied with lunch. It was a small danish hen roasted with a side of baked carrots and potatoes.

He pulls out a chair and gestures for to sit down.

"Thank you" she said nosing her hair some with respect.

He carved her chicken for her switching their plates. Maybe he's like Alexander and will be more nice to me.

"I would like to make some things clear before you get the wrong idea."