Bastard. Extraordinaire.
Yes, I admit it. I own that title, and I proudly wear it.
Owen spontaneously offers to fetch her—and me—food, drinks, always seems to be watching her for any subtle cues for him to come to her, listening for her even as he talks with others.
She’s like the flame my sweet little moth is pulled inexorably toward, even though he knows she’s going to singe the fuck out of him every damn time without her giving a shit what she does to him.
These are all things Ineedto know if I want to make sure I properly train Susa in the correct care and feeding of our self-proclaimed pet.
Oh, I know he didn’t mean it the way I mean it, but absolutely, that’s what’s going to happen.
I want Owen.
I want him the way I’ve never wanted anyone or anything before in my life.
He’s gorgeous, he’s smart, he’s funny, and he’s submissive.
Even better, he doesn’t realize he’s any of those things—not the way Susa and I see him—and that makes him even more attractive.
I don’t care that he’s not gay, or even bi. That’s completely irrelevant. By the time I’m done with the first stage of training him,hewon’t care, either.
Ask me how I know.
Go on, ask.
Let’s just say I’ve been on the other side of things and discovered that, with the proper motivation, you can train someone to love and beg for almost anything.
Even things they hate.
Case in point—Owen’sheretonight, instead of telling his mother to go fuck herself.
I want to take care of him. I want to show him what real, true love is.
I want to give him affection and attention and positive reinforcement.
I want to show him how towin.
I’m dead serious when I say I want to get him elected governor. I know he can do it, if Susa and I can get through to him.
I damn sure know Susa can win. But the best way to help her win is making sure Owen wins first.
No one left behind.
This means I start looking at multiple options.
It also means talking to Susa about the three of us taking a trip to Vegas.
And not simply because Owen’s father lives there.
* * * *
Owen didn’t get his beautiful green eyes from Elandra, that’s for sure. Her icy blue gaze attempts to skewer me several times when I’ve unobtrusively slipped into a conversation next to Owen. Owen’s so used to my presence in his life that, without thinking, he automatically opens his stance to include me.
Defers to me.
Elandra’s eyes flash fire when she realizes that, but someone else remarks how admirable it is that I’m a veteran and now working on my law degree, and it tamps down her rage somewhat because we’re back to I’ve made her look good.
She might hate me on the back end of this evening, but she’ll also be forced to admit that I made a great impression, even if I denied her more than a little satisfaction in drawing all the emotional blood frommyboy that she wanted.
