"Oh, no," she stopped his hand, "If Mrs H. sees me letting you help, she'll be cross with me," she paused, realising she was touching him. Ariana withdrew her hand and turned back around concentrating on getting the fruit labels off.
"This is a nice dress," Sebastian tugged on the sundress, "Shows off your lovely, little waist,"
She hated how the compliment pleased her to no end.
"Thanks," she kept her eyes off him, mindful of his large hand on her waist and the fact that it felt like it was burning through her dress, "I have to stack the vegetables now," she turned to pull away.
"Does everything you own come second hand?"
She felt herself flush in embarrassment, and pushed passed the vampire, turning to the fridge, basket of vegetables in hand.
It was moments like these that reminded her of exactly where she stood against someone like Sebastian, and that was squarely down the bottom. More to the point she didn't think the dress had looked particularly used or worn, but of course he could tell. It was humiliating and she was mad that he'd had the power to make her feel so low in such a short amount of time.