Restless night.

Phoebe was flushed and out of breath from being kissed as she fell back on the mattress. Her body was trembling as those big familiar hands trailed from her thighs to her stomach and then pulled her down abruptly. 

She opened her eyes suddenly and gasped. It was the same dream that she had every other night. She struggled to keep her breathing under control and forget all about the hot passionate kisses which occupied her lust filled dreams.

"Sleep, just sleep." she told herself.

But it was all the same when she closed her eyes, David's sultry voice called her, enticed her and seduced her.

The following morning, Phoebe woke up exhausted because she had barely slept through the night. Her mind for some reason had been drifting back to the handsome pervert that had been following her.

Between him and the spicy dreams about David that had been conjured up by the Saxon ancestor, she was exhausted.

"Are you still thinking about the one you called pervert?" Ancestor Saxon asked her.

"I am beginning to think that this place isn't safe at all." She answered. "I need to talk to the landlord about this after all his apartment is just opposite mine." Phoebe stretched like a cat and rubbed her eyes.

The ever present Saxon spirit laughed softly. "I think you should spend more time around more humans and less time watching those murder shows and.....

Without letting the spirit complete its submission, Phoebe emphasized that she knew what she had seen.

"Having been around ghosts for the past year, I know that when a human makes the hair at the back of my neck stand then it's definitely an evil human. Anyway let's get to work."

Phoebe walked to the vanity table a picked off the green book. She and the Saxon spirit had a morning routine of writing recipes, techniques and other things into the book. 

Shaking it's head with displeasure, it pointed it's slender long index finger at the book.

"Child, I have told you times without number to protect the book. It's not for everyone's eyes, humans have greedy hearts they may use the knowledge in there to do evil."

Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Phoebe highlighted on the fact that she lived alone.

"Don't worry i am going to get a better hiding place for it just for your peace of mind."

She went on to note down a spell on how to expel out evil and another on how to get external wealth.

The last spell intrigued Phoebe who asked the Saxon spirit whether she could just cast it and become rich.

"You keep forgetting the most important thing, all magic comes at a price. What if the price is for you to lose your life such that your family can enjoy eternal wealth and to top it off you would become a wandering spirit forever." Came the spirits words, underneath the statements Phoebe detected some sort of sadness.

She wondered whether that's what had happened to the Saxon spirit. There was very little she knew about it except the fact that it was one of the first Saxons.

Without bothering to ask because she knew that she wouldn't get an answer to the question, Phoebe moved from the writing table and stowed the book in the safe that was hidden behind an art painting of nature.

After washing up, she picked up a box of herbal tonics and headed for the Black Ghost Cafe.

The box she was lifting was somewhat heavy but she was determined to take it with her, as she got off the elevator that had arrived at the first floor where her place of work was, Phoebe heard a voice of a teenage girl lamenting to someone to return a wallet to her.

Her eyes drifted to the direction from which the sound came from. The moment Phoebe's eyes saw the pervert, she gently but hurriedly placed the box down and began to walk towards the man that seemed to be harassing the young girl.

What irked her even more was the fact that he seemed to be getting pleasure and satisfaction from toying with her. Phoebe marched majestically, jumped and slapped the man on the back of his head.

"Ouch" He winced and turned around immediately only to spot the red haired woman whose name he had come to learn was Phoebe Hopkins.

Last night when he entered his room, Collin had searched through the wallet he had picked up in the elevator because he was curious about the woman whose thoughts he could maybe read and above that she had labeled him a pervert.

From the information he had gathered, the woman was named Phoebe Hopkins aged twenty three years, blood group O.

Without checking the rest of the contents in the wallet, he placed the identity card back to where it was before.

He had vowed to meet her the next day because he had to correct the misunderstanding she had on him. Collin's plan was to make a better impression on her than the first however here they were.

"Why the hell did you hit him lady? What right do you have to do that?" Cassie's questions to Phoebe pulled Collin out of his reverie.

Because he was startled, he hadn't noticed that people had began to gather around them.

"I am trying to help you here, wasn't this pervert harassing you?" Phoebe was puzzled by the rudeness of the girl, if anything she was expecting a thank you.

Collin knew that his sister was lacking in the good manners department so he pulled her to his side because she was visibly furious, it was just a matter of time before she slapped Phoebe in retaliation.

"Help me? Lady you are crazy. This is my brother!" Came Cassie's shocking words that kept ringing at the back of Phoebe's mind.

"See, I tried to tell you he isn't necessarily a bad guy." Bragged the Saxon spirit.

Phoebe who wasn't in the mood to listen to it gloat asked it to shut up.

Her voice was so loud it left those that were watching in shock, they were expecting her to apologize but instead she had told the Baltimore siblings to shut up.

Forgetting to carry the box that she had placed on the ground earlier, Phoebe hurriedly walked away from the clamoring crowd.

By the time she entered her cafe, Phoebe was clearly distressed, she couldn't believe how wrong she was but still the man had followed her last night just like a pervert would.

"Uhm, boss, tonics." 

She only remembered the tonics when Rosset asked her about it.

"Shit" Phoebe cursed out loudly before moving towards the door. Suddenly it burst open and the golden haired man and his sister stood there.

The man who was lifting the box that she had forgotten behind placed it on one of the round coffee tables. A closed smile never leaving his handsome face.

"Miss, you forgot this box and you dropped this in the elevator last night." Collin stretched his hand and handed Phoebe the wallet.

Shutting her eyes tightly because she felt embarrassed, Phoebe sighed softly and apologized immediately. Everything made perfect sense now, the man wasn't a pervert but a good Samaritan.

"Am Collin by the way and this is Cassie." He tapped his furious sister on the shoulder before she brushed his hand away as she blamed Phoebe for traumatizing her brother by calling him a pervert.

"I am sorry once again, I was clearly mistaken. Please tell me how can I make it up to you?" Phoebe asked the duo.

She was smiling politely but her thoughts were very different.

[Or you could just go away and let me wallow in my shame alone. Aaah, this is embarrassing. I made a fool out of myself in front of the golden haired pervert.]