Omega and the beast

Chapter 9

It was something that happened during the medieval event that took my and Reed's communication to a new level. Before that, we only texted when I got home or if I was late, like during the stormy weather. But when I got home that day after the medieval fair, I threw away a teasing text to Reed claiming how he with his silly upper-class bossiness fit in the Middle Ages, but how he forgot how the concept of slave and owner rarely meant that the slave driver cared for his slaves.

Reed countered that he isn't my slave driver and that I'm not a slave. Just how I work of a debt. But I LOVE to tease him by calling myself his slave. For technically, that's what I am. In my phone I had his number in my contacts under Mr. Cranky Pants, and I asked him to call me the slave, but he has no sense of humour.

But since that teasing text we kept in touch a bit more intensely on Sunday. And I found myself loving it. Reed asked if I had slept well, what I was going to do during the day, and I asked him if his brother would stay in the estate so I could meet him today. But Angus wouldn't be home. This morning I had woken up to a text where he asked me to drive carefully, and Mike had asked why I grinned at my phone in a blushing way.

Me: I'll be there soon Reed! You'll see me come flying on my mighty blue stud!

Reed: You don't text while driving, do you?!

Me: I multitask! I'm a master at steering the scooter with one hand and writing with one!

Reed: Ryan!

Me: Stop answering and I won't write back! You throw fuel on my texting!

Reed: Stop writing and keep your eyes on the road!

Of course I didn't text Reed when I was driving, but when I was waiting at a red light. I had longed all Sunday to come to the estate to meet him. I dunno why, but somehow it felt like I needed to meet him. I needed to see my grumpy slave driver even if he made me insane at times with his nagging!

This made me take extra time to get dressed and fix my hair before I left. I chose some extra tight slim jeans which highlighted my ass and a light shirt with the top buttons unbuttoned to show off some skin. I fixed my hairstyle and took a silver bracelet I got from my grandmother, a bracelet with a dove on it.

Mike had grinned at me, claiming how I tried to seduce my boss. But I didn't! I just want to look nice, and what is wrong with that?! If a fisherman's daughter would do, why not me? But when I left the apartment I blushed, feeling a warmth inside my chest. I don't know why I dressed up extra today, and why I longed for Reed, he's a twat!

Just the thought of him makes me happy and I blushed with a smile when I like all the past Monday mornings drove in between the gateposts after a weekend away from the place. And my smile widened even more when I saw Reed standing there on the front steps with crossed arms, glaring in my direction. Okay, Mr Grumpy seemed to be in a bad mood!

I parked next to the stairs and leaned the scooter against the wall, folding up the visor on the helmet. As I swung my leg smoothly over the scooter, I opened my jacket to show my shirt, discretely tugging in the collar to open up for my throat and bare skin. If he liked it or not I don't know. But I liked to show it.

"Good morning Reed!" I beamed up at him, my heart jumping over a beat. He looked handsome in his typical vest and dark trousers. He had shaved but kept some stubble. "What brings you out into the sunlight a morning like this?! Shouldn't you rest in a coffin or something? You'll get burned in the direct sunlight!" I giggled.

"Don't you understand how dangerous it is to text while driving?!" I rolled my eyes at him, sighing. Of course he didn't understand I was joking. How can I after all this time think he has some sense of humour?!