Now that Damon was so preoccupied with Enzo, Jamie did feel a little uncertain as to her role within his home. They had had a brief sexual relationship and she'd thoroughly enjoyed it, but now she wasn't sure what to do. Since she'd been brought to his home, Jamie had always taken on domestic tasks. It was her home too and so she liked to keep it clean and tidy. Considering she was the only human in the house, she cooked her own meals and cleaned up her mess.
Since the fans weren't going to be used for awhile due to the cooler weather, she figured now was as good a time as any for her to thoroughly clean them. Dressed in a pair of short shorts and a short, baggy tank top, Jamie's hair was pulled up high on her head. Dust rag in hand, she climbed the ladder and began wiping each blade and then each light fixture. She was just finishing up when she heard a humming sound behind her. Startled, Jamie lost her balance and began to tumble to the ground.
Caught, mid-air, by big, strong arms, she looked up at the blonde. Delicious smile and blue eyes, Jamie relaxed in his arms some. "I've always done it. Though, before, I was also his sexual slave. Thank you for keeping me from breaking my neck."