He flashed me a grin and tried to look suspicious. “I’m not sure if I should work hard without more specifics on that reward.”
I shrugged and headed toward the door. “Oh well then.”
He huffed and did his best to hold back a laugh. “Anyone who says I’m difficult hasn’t met you.”
I was better at hiding my laughter than he was and made it to the kitchen without giving away how funny he was. But then the chaos killed my delight. The little pricks had left it a mess again. I was beyond angry and intodangerous for their healthterritory, but I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I worked my way around the room.
Once the trash was picked up and I had the dishwasher running again, I started my original project and cleaned out anything in the fridge that could go funky in the next week. Knox’s fridge had been nearly empty to begin with, so it wasn’t as big of a project as I’d worried it would be.
I just hadn’t been able to remember how empty it’d been, and I was grateful it didn’t take long to get in order.
Once that was done, I listened for Knox but he was talking to himself upstairs. Since it seemed like I had time unless I was willing to question what my nut was doing, I decided I would start clearing out some of the gremlin shit.
All the odd dishes went by the door to the garage before I found another box and began working my way around the living room. Knox had already given me enough information on whereto start, so I picked out the new shit the assholes had added to his living room and went to work.
Two more boxes of random crap later, I heard Knox again. “That’s not too much. Master said to get anything I might need and he doesn’t need to be doing laundry every few days.”
How much had he packed?
Master?
Making sure all the obvious gremlin crap was by the back door, I shook my head and listened as Knox rambled a wonderful justification for whatever he’d packed. He gave me just enough information to be worried, so I quietly walked to the front door and almost laughed.
Besides the box of notebooks and random shit he’d grabbed from his office, there were now lamps and a small rug piled neatly by the front door. He’d warned me, so I just shook my head and followed the sound of Knox’s ramblings up to his bedroom.
Wow.
Two big suitcases and a box that used to contain printer paper were on the bed and he was frowning at the pile as I came in the door. “I don’t think I need my tux.”
Huh?
There was probably a rational thought behind the odd statement, so I just treated it like it was completely reasonable. “I don’t think you need it either, but if you show me where it is, I can come back to get it if we need it.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the promise that he could have it if he needed it or the implied promise that he didn’t have to come back, but something got a big smile out of him. “That’s a wonderful idea. I’ll show you.”
His mood got even brighter as he took my hand and dragged me over to the closet. “It’s back here and packed up carefully. I also have some dressier suits than I usually need and a ball gownfrom a Halloween costume that was too pretty to throw out. So if we need them, you’ll know exactly where they are.”
“First, you’re an amazing pack rat.” He had the weirdest shit. “And second, we really should figure out the closet situation at the other house before we bring the ball gown over.”
There was space in my closet, but not ball gowns and tuxes space.
His lips pressed together as he cocked his head. “You’re right. We’ll figure that out first before we make any more trips.”
Was there a polite way to ask a shell-shocked sub if they were planning on moving in with their Dom?
Hmm, maybe I needed a therapist too so I could figure out what questions I should be asking?
“Perfect.” Later. We’d figure out questions later. “I have the kitchen cleaned up and de-gremlin-ed.”
Knox went very still and wide-eyed, but I pretended not to notice since I wasn’t completely sure what had freaked him out. “Sometime later this week we’re going to sit down with the pictures we took and you’re going to let me know what else needs to come to the other house.”
Whatever he was expecting clearly wasn’t that because he let out a breath and deflated as the panic he’d been reaching toward wasn’t needed. “Yes. Yes. I can look at the pictures. We’ll...we’ll make a list.”
Since that seemed to be moving us in a good direction, I nodded. “Then I’ll haul all that crap to the dump or Goodwill, and I’ll bring home your important stuff. You have all those shelves in your office to fill, and if we need to, we’ll buy more bookshelves.”
The promise of more furniture had his sparkle coming back. “You...you have space for more shelves. Just...just the hallway to the office has room for some at the end of it and...and by your front door, maybe?”
“That’s a good idea.” It actually was. “How about we do some measuring this week and see what will fit?”
