Artemisia

“Hello, Missy.”

Two young omegas are smiling at me as I open the door. They’re standing in front of my quarters with an army of trolleys.

“Oh, hey girls. What are you bringing me?”

Giggling as they answer, they speak in unison once again. “Dinner!”

They push the trolleys through my rooms and out onto the balcony. I love this idea as the temperatures are still warm, and the summer night with its sounds and its atmosphere is quite romantic.

I watch them arrange ...