Page 45 of Omega Untamed
He set about making toasted cheese sandwiches. One of my favorite foods.
“Actually, I could eat,” I said. Keeping my tone flat.
He refused to answer me, but I saw him making three of them. I assumed it would be one for me, two for him.
My stomach rumbled at the odors from the fried bread and melting cheese.
When he was done, he took out two plates. He put one sandwich on each plate and cut the other in half, placing one half on each plate. Then he turned and held out one plate to me.
I took it, watching as he took his and without a backward glance, went into the living room. I followed.
Bast sat in his usual chair, a beer in hand. I had my plate and a bottle of water I’d left on the coffee table. Bast used the remote to turn on the TV. He never looked at me. He ate slowly, chewing methodically, his eyes intent on the TV screen.
The air was awkward between us. Tense. He hated me, I was sure of it. I’d fucked up.
Why, then, was I so very very aroused?
Chapter Twelve
Bast
I sat in the chair by the couch with my beer, still fuming over catching Kee talking to a neighbor.
For two days Myre had kept me on call. Most of that time he spent with me, sometimes alone, sometimes with others.
It happened sometimes. Myre liked having me around. Said I had a brain and it was refreshing after dealing all day withanimals.
He took me to fancy lunches and dinners. In his limo, in the backseat, he touched me often as he spoke. On the hand. On the forearm. A couple of times on the thigh.
It had taken a long time for Myre to trust me, even though I’d moved up fast in the ranks. Tonight, he’d caught my eye with his gaze more and more, as if sharing some secret. Once he said, “It’s you and me against the world now. You know that, right?”
Sam would have been ecstatic. Seduce him more, would have been Sam’s pronouncement.
But Myre was smarter than anyone had given him credit for two years ago when I’d been sent to infiltrate his organization. I could be standing right next to him when he texted a hit on someone with an untraceable phone, and never know it. This was because he had code words for his orders. And each person working for him seemed to have a different code, a different understanding of what he wanted. Darker deeds could be passed from person to person until the string of commands was so long the initial order was almost insignificant. Myre might defend himself by saying he had not ordered any hit but had only been speaking in anger, or joking.
Myre had people who had people who did things for him. Including record-keeping and finances. He had legit businesses the law could not find fault with. It had been impossible to touch him. Until I came along.
I had badly wanted to check in on Kee. But Myre had kept me on call for two nights straight. He came into my suite early to have breakfast with me, and kept me late in his own penthouse suite, insisting I watch his action movies with him on his huge wall-screen TV and drink his expensive whiskey.
Over two days had passed by the time I was able to drive away and go home. Not that my apartment was any real home. But I kept it just the same. And with Kee there now, I had someone other than Sam or Myre relying on me. Someone who also needed looking after. Someone who had been innocent and almost died on my watch.
It was a strange feeling for me to actually look forward to going home. Before Kee, I mostly stayed at the hotel. I went to my apartment when I really needed to get away from everything, and to sleep without being on call.
I couldn’t rationalize in my mind that I actually wanted to see Kee. I told myself I was merely concerned for his safety. The last time I’d come in on him dancing to the TV turned on high volume. This night, as I drove home, I’d been curious what I would find. The Omega was the sort who could too easily get himself in trouble. But I was fairly confident I’d communicated to him the real sort of danger he was in. He had to realize it. He had come very close to being killed and never seen or heard from again.
I also worried his withdrawal from steam had not been complete. Was he sick and needed my help? Had I stayed away too long?
I’d driven a bit faster as images of him lying ill and helpless on my bathroom floor peppered my mind.
When I entered the living room it had been quiet and empty. This time no TV blared in my face. No Kee bouncing around the room with his robe flying up revealing a bit too much skin.
I’d glanced in the bedroom through the open door only to see it was empty. Then I’d heard voices coming from the kitchen.
Voices plural?
No! He couldn’t have invited anyone into the apartment. He certainly knew better than that.
I’d entered the kitchen to see the outer door to the back patio was open. I’d seen Kee standing, still in the black robe and gazing upward. Someone was talking to him.
