Another chirp draws my attention back to the phone.
Unknown: Did that little asshole give me the wrong number?
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles free, and I pick up my phone and touch the screen to call back the number that’s texting me. A puzzled “Hello?” answerson the first ring.
“Hey Jacks, it’s the right number.” I can hear the smile in my voice.
“Pretty Little Lion. I wanted to surprise you, but I don’t know what you like. Can you come over for dinner…it won’t be as much of a surprise, but I need to get your thoughts on some stuff before I go any further.”
Well, that is…vague and slightly ominous. “Sorry Jacks, my car is still at the shop, I’m pretty home bound for the time being, but thank you.”
“Oh...yeah…Oh, that’s no problem, Gabe can pick you up on the way home. Do you like pasta, or…? Oh, I know, I still need to make you a panini. What kind of sandwiches do you like?”
What is with this man and paninis? “Oh, I don’t know…I’ll eat just about anything. Fix me whatever you like and I’ll try it, ok? I don’t want you to go out of your way for me. And maybe you should check with the others before you just invite me over on a spur of the moment thing. I’m not sure where you guys are, but I thought my house was in the opposite direction they needed to go to get home.”
“Nah, they don’t mind. I feed them, they do whatever I ask them too. It’s all good. Plus I know Gabe says he needs to talk to you, and Leo is super mopey, so this’ll cheer him up. Come on, say yes. Please?” I can practically hear him bouncing around on the other end of the line.
“Ok. Ok, call them and make sure. I don’t want to be sitting here waiting for a ride that never shows up. Let me know whatthey say as soon as you can so I can get cleaned up from work and find some clothes.”
A low purring growl. “Little Omega, are you saying you aren’t wearing clothes right now?” I hear loud thumps from the other end of the phone, like he’s running up the stairs.
“Well, no pants. I don’t usually wear pants when I work, it’s comfy.” I hear clicking on the other end of the phone, like he’s started typing.
“Stand up for me…do a little spin.” Not knowing what the hell he’s talking about, I stand up and spin around quickly before I flop back down at my desk chair.
“Those are some cute panties; I love the little pink polka-dots.” What the actual fuck?
“Jacks, what the fuck…how…?” I trail off, because this is suddenly creepy as fuck.
“Sorry Little Lion, I like watching you work. I hacked your computer camera a few days ago, so I can keep an eye on you. Come on, wave, say hi!”
I drop my phone on the desk and go out to the garage. It looks so empty without my little car, but at least it is easy enough to find what I need. I come back inside with duct tape and a pair of scissors and I hear Jacks calling to me from my phone. “Oh come on, I just wanted to make sure you’re ok. I worry about you, Omega. What if someone else was to–no, wait. Fuck!”
“Can you see me now? Good.” I know I sound a little snarky, but it is a defense mechanism. Having someone watching me work for a few days is freaky. I mean, what if I wasn’t justworking here. I do sometimes look for porn, though that is usually in my nest….wait!“Jacks, you didn’t do anything to my phone camera did you?”
“No, but now that you mention it, that’s a great idea.” I can hear him smiling again, and more key clacks.
“No! Jacks, No…I won’t come to dinner if you don’t agree to that. Leave my phone camera alone, ok? I need privacy.”
There’s a long silence, followed by a sullen, “Fine, but would you consider putting an app on there, just so I can make sure you're ok? It’s just a tracker, they use it on my phone. It’s super helpful if something happens and your car breaks down somewhere…or, you know…you run off without telling anyone to buy a lot of pillows and then need them to come help you bring everything home.”
“Wait…what?”
“What, what? Nothing, dinner, paninis, yes? I am gonna hang up, so I can call Gabe. I’ll send you a link to that tracker app, and message you what time they will be off work to pick you up. Ok, Bye!”
The phone hangs up, and I have no idea what’s going on. I look over at the swatch of tape now covering my computer's camera.
What have I gotten myself into?
I get a new chirp on my phone, the pack, minus Jacks, will be here a little after 5:30 to pick me up.
That gives me a few hours to work before I need to get ready. I pick up my pen and startlaying down lines.
I’m ready at 5:20, freshly showered and shaved. I didn’t bother with my de-scenter. The guys already know what I am, and there’s no point hiding it now, or wasting my expensive and hard to come by shampoo or spray. I put on a dark purple sweater, that could be long enough to be a dress, but since I feel like I need to put up as many barriers as possible, I still include the black yoga pants under it.
My long hair is brushed out and pulled back into a braid to keep from frizzing out, and while I don't expect the neatness to last long before I start getting flyaways, I am pleased with my current appearance. Some ballet flats complete the outfit and now I just have to wait.
And wait.
