Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
When she came back, sans tablet, one eyebrow again ticked up briefly at his lack of shirt, but she didn’t comment on it. “Are you ready, then?” Summer asked instead. “You taste much better than last night, at any rate. Good.” Picking up the tray, she gestured to the door with her head and went out the door, simply assuming he would follow.
Back out through the locked door at the head of the hallway, she turned in the opposite direction from the kitchen area and into a small examining room. “He doesn’t trust us at all,” she said quietly.
“If we can just coax him to stay for a few days, I think he’ll be able to be on his own. Physically, at least,” Spring replied.
“We’ll see what happens when I — ” Summer cut off.
“Taste? What do you mean taste?” he asked as he slid off the bed.
He followed behind her tentatively, looking around more now that he was alert. He heard her whispering before he walked into the room. He stopped at the doorway, just a step inside, eyebrows raised. “You expect trust when you whisper about my trust issues when you think I can’t hear? What were you about to say?” he asked, more bold than he’d been before, still expecting some punishment, some backlash, anything for his showing out.
Both women turned to him, faintly amused. “So providing for you doesn’t gain us anything?” Summer inquired. Then she waved her hand. “No, never mind that, because clearly it didn’t and doesn’t. I was going to wait a few days for this, but now’s as good a time as any, really.” She gave Spring a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Spring, as unruffled as ever, gazed after the departing redhead with cool green eyes, then gestured at the examining table. “How have you been eating? Are you in any physical pain? Any cuts or marks you didn’t show me yesterday?”