The Many Faces of Edmund Fig (ManxMan)

Chapter 18: A Submissive Quality

Chapter 18:

"Edmund." I frowned staring down at the still pile of sheets. "You have to wake up."

Nothing.

I huffed and thought back to what Belinda had told me a couple days before she left.

Belinda held out a small blowhorn.

"If he doesn't respond then press the button. But only once. If he still doesn't respond you call my cellphone."

I took the small horn and eyed it. This is by far the strangest horn I have ever seen in my life. I looked up meeting her sharp gaze.

"I'll be returning in a couple days. If you have any questions regarding that miscreant you call me and I'll help you the best of my ability."

I fiddled in my pant pocket and pulled out the small device and held it near the lump.

"Edmund I don't want to have to blow this horn."

A cool grip enveloped my wrist.

"Then don't."

I flinched my finger pressing into the horn. An excruciating sound emitting from it. I toppled backwards dropping the horn. An irritated man emerged from the pile of sheets, deep bags sitting beneath his eyes. A few unruly locks fell into his eyes. My face burned. I struggled to get up and snatched up the horn.

"I-I'm s-sorry. You s-scared me."

Edmund sighed smoothing his hair back. He sighed standing and scratching his cheek. I watched as he retreated to the bathroom and waited until the door closed.

"Stupid! You just had to blow the damn horn." I growled to myself. "Fucking up on the first day by yourself."

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the hidden panel and pressed my fingers against it.

"Voice identification required."

"Joseph Curr."

"Welcome Mr. Curr."

I walked into the panel and struggled to remember the code Belinda had used earlier. I huffed pulling out my cell and scrolling through the notes.

"914.887.43915."

Six panels emerged from the walls and I grabbed the necessary items and laid them out and sat on the edge of the bed. A few minutes went by and I was bored out of my mind. I probably should make the bed. I did neglect that. I stood and made the bed in the most basic manner possible. I doubt even with the utmost practice that I'll be a bed making ninja anytime soon. The door opened and I looked up and nearly fell. Edmund stood stock still, his hand holding up the towel wrapped tightly around his waist, water rolling down his bare chest. His hair stuck and curved along his jaw, calm grey eyes assessing me. I turned away immediately shielding my eyes.

"Sorry."

I looked down at the floor and awkwardly shuffled out of the room. Dear lord I'm not going to make it through this job if I have this continue. A couple minutes later Edmund emerged from the room and walked past me and grabbed his keys.

"What's my schedule for today?"

My eyes slipped shut and I found myself nodding off for the sixth time in the past hour. The day has been unbelievably slow and I didn't have Belinda to keep me company and I was avoiding talking to Edmund unless absolutely necessary.

"Joseph."

Speak of the devil. I stood yawning and quickly slapped my cheek. Wake up damn it. I entered the office and found Edmund glaring down at some files.