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Mixed in with his teasing and needy textsover the past couple of days had been a lot of real-life things as well.Complaints about his housekeeper, who seemed to be more of a mother than hisactual parent, who was driving him crazy worrying were mixed with rants aboutwhat one of his friends had done to drive him insane.

That didn’t take much, but that seemed tobe more because he thrived on the drama than because they’d actually offendedhim. Which was something I’d have to remember the first time I did something tomake him crazy. So far his need was overriding everything else, but eventually,I knew we’d butt heads about something.

But really, I’d always been drawn to moreoutgoing omegas. Shy ones could be sweet, but I had a tendency to overwhelm themand I needed someone to stand up to me when I pushed too far. That wouldn’t bea problem for Austin.

I grinned to myself. Trouble wouldn’t letme walk all over him unless that was what he really wanted.

Not believing Austin’s promise to be evenbetter, I messaged him back.

We’ll see about that. What time are youfree? I thought we could get together mid-afternoon.

I still wasn’t sure what we would do, but Ifigured I had a few hours to figure that out.

A selfie of a pouting Austin popped up onmy screen and his text made me laugh. I would have pictured the pout withoutany help.

I have to meet with my real estate agentthere’s a problem with one of the properties I bought so I have to go downthere this afternoon. So unless you want to come with me I can’t meet untilafter 4.

That had to seem like an eternity to him.

I didn’t have any other plans, and I had toadmit I was curious about the business side of his life.

Sure. Am I meeting you or picking youup?

Another selfie popped up, very animated andhe seemed to be blowing me a kiss.

We’ll pick you up about 2:30.

We?

Might as well ask.

Sounds good. Who’s we?

I chuckled when his reply popped up.

Driver.

Of course, I should have guessed. His nextquestion reminded me that we still had a lot of things to talk about.

Where do you live? I only know where theshop is.

I thought back. Had we talked about that?

I have an apartment above the shop. Sojust let me know when you get close.

There were only seconds before he messagedme back.

Yousleep above sextoys? You’re going to make me come without even touching my dick.

Laughing, I nearly snorted coffee out mynose. When I could breathe, I responded.

You’d better not.

That earned me another pouting selfie.

Spoilsport.

Still chuckling, I knew how to make himbehave.