Page 69 of Oz
I shake my head. “Why on earth would I mind?”
“Well, it’s not very attractive. You’re not a piece of meat and I don’t own you.”
“Who said it wasn’t attractive? Oh, Silas, cut yourself some bloody slack. You aren’t beating him up or shouting and swinging from the beams. A bit of jealousy shows you care.”
“I do care,” he says slowly. “Oz, I–”
“I can’t wait anymore. I have something amazing to tell you,” I exclaim and shove him into his chair. I then immediately climb into his lap and straddle him. “That’s better,” I say happily. “All our meetings should be like this.”
He swallows hard and it seems like he’s going to say something, but he hesitates and then smiles. “I’m not sure an employment tribunal would approve.”
“Pshaw. We don’t abide by silly things like that.”
He grabs my arse and lifts me into him. “You’d be amazing in Brexit negotiations.” He looks at me. “Okay, tell me, now that you have me captive.”
“Come closer.” He leans in and I whisper into his ear. When I come to the figure his eyes widen. I lean back. “Well? What do you think?”
He looks at me and I can’t read his expression fully. There’s excitement there and happiness but something else.
“You did this for me?”
I stare at him, something in the atmosphere killing any joke I’d make. “Yes,” I say simply. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to get your hopes up.”
“And you’re not interested in Jasper?”
“Are you not happy?” I ask uncertainly but he looks at me stubbornly, so I shake my head. “No,” I say firmly. “Not at all. That ship set sail a long time ago. It’s probably docked and sold for spare parts by now.”
A smile spreads across his face wider than anything I’ve seen. “Okay, now I’m excited. Jesus Christ, Oz. This will cut a huge wedge out of the debts. I could probably clear one of them.”
“And Jasper says once one production company comes calling they all sniff around, and think of the tourists.” I pause. “Oh my God, we should totally stock the books and any other memorabilia they have in our shop.”
He shoots me a curious look, but I ignore him. I try to wriggle off him and his arms tighten. “Where are you going?”
“To get my diary. This is amazing.”
“No. When I blow you it’s going to be amazing. Notes in your diary are just meh.”
I grin at him and trace one finger over his eyebrow. “You’re going to blow me? Why, Lord Ashworth. When you have guests here too. What a cad you are.” I laugh as he dumps me off his lap. “What are you doing?”
“Locking the door,” he says. “But maybe don’t do your impression of someone fromA Woman of Substanceuntil we’re finished. It’s a bit off-putting.”
It’s hard to laugh when someone has your cock in their mouth, but for a full few seconds I manage it.
Later that evening we sit over dessert and coffee. Silas and Jasper are talking intently about provisions for livestock and restrictions around the estate, so Shaun and I are footloose and fancy-free.
Shaun’s looking at Silas contemplatively and I can’t stand it anymore.
I nudge him. “So, what do you think?”
He turns to look at me. “I really like him.”
I sag a bit in relief. They’d talked and laughed over dinner, but you never know with Shaun because he keeps a lot close to his chest. “Oh, that’s good.” He shoots me a knowing look and I flush. “Because obviously he’s my boss and I like that you think he’s okay.”
“Yeah,” he says, elongating the word, so I poke him. He snorts with laughter and Silas and Jasper look up. Silas gives Shaun a wide smile, but he and Jasper instantly return to their conversation.
I sip my coffee. “So, does that mean you’re not going to lecture me?”
“When do I ever lecture you, Ozzy?”
