Things Left Unsaid. (private)

Wren had a problem. Well she had a big cut in her mouth where her teeth had tried to bite through her cheek, that was a direct result of her problem. She sat on the couch going through reports from Drev's various holdings, while her tongue, her surprisingly uninjured tongue probed the jagged edges of the near hole. It was Sunday her one day off and she was using the rest of the daylight to get some of the work Drev paid her to do done. She had been out shopping, jogging, and to the bank already that morning. The fridge was restocked and the things she needed for The Studio were tucked into the trunk of her car. She had also bought some new tights and a leotard that had been on sale and caught her eye. She didn't need another leotard, but she could afford to buy them whenever she wanted to now, and so she did.


She shook her head and got back to the reports in front of her, her tongue still probing her cheek. "The new year looks promising even though we lost a great deal of the citrus crop that helps perpetuate part of the properties self sufficiency..." It disturbed her that her tongue was healed. It did each of the five other times this had happened. She really needed to ask Drev about it, but she didn't know how. It was like anything else about him, she just figured it was part of his image. It's not like they were real, she knew about the cosmetic dentistry that existed for that sort of thing, she just didn't understand the reasoning behind it. Just like she didn't understand why he had so many piercings or his hair in dreads.

Sighing she found her place in the report once more. "...however tourism has picked up as more and more locals are looking to close to home venues to visit due to the rising gas prices. We have added a potter to the grounds to demonstrate some of the crafts that the property used to produce..." 'Further more, why would it heal?' Of course she knew the cut in her cheek was because she'd lain awake half the night worrying over the hole in her tongue and had gone to sleep with her cheek still between her teeth. She sucked on that little puffy part of her cheek when she worried, and she figured her worry carried over into sleep and so she'd put a frickin' hole in her cheek with her own damn teeth. Why the hell was she getting upset about it?

Another hearty sigh had her turning the overview page over and she began to review the financial statements. They wouldn't make all that much sense to her, until she compared them to the year before to make sure the numbers were kosher. They had an accountant that handled most of this stuff she just looked them over to keep every one on the up and up. 'Why in the world would he want to have fangs implanted? What good did they do? Did he want people to think that he was a vampire or something equally stupid? Well it kind of feeds into the can't be in the sunlight thing, but I think more people would be inclined to believe he has the eye thing he had and not that he's an actual vampire, since they were not real. Might as well tell people you're a werewolf or a fairy.'

She giggled and turned from the finances to the procurement page of the report. The tractor needed to be replaced, as did some of the fencing and gates. She would need to fly out and check out the property again. That made her sigh. She'd book a flight for the next Saturday night and be back by Sunday afternoon. She hated flying to California the air was always so hard to breath at LAX and the cab rides took forever and she never seemed to be able to remember that it was three hours earlier there than it was back east.

Her pencil went into her mouth and she hissed when her teeth grazed the cut on her inner cheek. Sighing she put the report aside, and pulled her lap top up onto her legs. She pulled up flight information and booked a seat on a ten o'clock flight out and a two o'clock flight back in. She sent the confirmation email to the printer and then sent an email to the manager of the property. As she was putting the lap top back to the table she heard noise behind her. She looked up at the clock, it was later than she'd expected and she hadn't gotten much done. She swore softly and began to put her things away so that she could spend the evening with Drev.

She would have to ask him, she really would, and since she did it might as well be tonight. That made her mouth go dry and her palms to sweat. She rubbed them down the legs of her black low rise slacks, then adjusted the hem of her white cotton oxford shirt. She liked the shirt, since it looked like something a girl should wear to private school, but it only had three buttons, and the bottom flared open over her hips, and the top exposed the lace of a pretty pink camisole she wore beneath. Her hair was down and she pushed it behind her shoulders. She was as ready as she could be.