Tea for Three or... Drea got New Muses.

Sitting at my desk while I wait for the piercing scream of the kettle to remind me that I having tea instead of coffee, I am tapping my toes in time to the soothing, yet panic inducing sound of the clock on my wall.  It was broken when I got it so while it ticks and the hands move round its hound’s-tooth face, it doesn’t tell the time. In sharpie marker boldly scribbled “TIME TO WRITE.”

My office is not far from the kitchen and in this, the last few moments of the witching hours, my ears are trained to the bubbling, boiling sound of the water… angrily dancing in the bright green kettle. 

Because of the time difference between here and there, the new muses are well into their day.  Its nearly lunch time for them and I’m sure they are more than ready for me to just get on with it. A brief check in and I realize that I’m lucky that Alpha and Muse haven’t yet cornered these two and set them to the task of “babysitting me”.  I am still free to procrastinate, as I am want to do.  I distract them by starting a conversation then leaving them to their own devices.

Proud of my trickery, I head to the kitchen just in time to lift the kettle before it wakes the dogs. The smell of mint and spices as the water washes over the loose leaf tea in my cup brings a smile to my face.  Slowly, because really what the rush, I pad back to my office. Head down, concentrating on the steam rising from my travel mug I run smack dab into a wall  of… muse.

One dark and one light, both verra, verra much male and verra much Irish, they don’t seem to be impressed by my tactics.

“SHIT!” I exclaim as the hot liquid splashes over the rim of my cup and on to my hand before landing on my toes.

“what the f…”

The gingery blonde arches a brow as if daring me to let the swear word slide past my lips.

The dark one laughs and reaches out a hand to steady me.

“good morning, lass” he chuckles, taking the cup from my hands and sauntering off “ I’ll just top this off and get a rag to clean that up.  Have a seat” he says “ we’ve something to discuss.”

Petulantly I pout.  I can see where this is going. The dark one… whom I thought I’d chosen for his lackadaisical, carefree ways, is abandoning me.  I’m not quite ready to face the shorter blonde one. I mean I haven’t had my tea, or a “biscuit” and really. Does he have to look that imposing?

Chris, as he is called, doesn’t say a word, merely grabs my hand to check for damage and leads me to my seat.

The smell of the countryside and something, male, makes me swallow deeply and hold my breath.  He makes a tsking sound and shouts for Lee, the dark one but he to bring some ice.

I’d protest, but something tells me its best if I keep my trap shut.

“Got an interesting email this morning, aingeal”  Chris speaks calmly, lulling me, pulling me back in my chair as he massages the tense muscles in my neck.

“Oh, from whom?”  I ask breathily, trying to keep myself from voicing just how great those hands feel working away the tension that’s been sitting between my shoulders for weeks.

“From who else, One and Two.  Gave us the whole run down, they did.” Lee has returned with my tea and a cool rag to clean my skin. His voice is slightly lighter than Chris’ but the words spilling over his full lips aren’t what I wanted to hear.

“Dammit,” I mutter. Immediately, two low growls cause the hair on my neck to stand at attention.

“Ok boys, let’s get something straight. I’m the boss and I like to cuss, curse, and ohhh ohhh ummm…” I lose my train of thought as Chris finds a particularly stubborn knot, right at the moment that Lee gently lifts my foot and cleans away the sticky sweet tea that has dried to a syrupy mess.

“You were saying” Lee ask, with a smirk to beat Puck’s own.

“I  ... I ... was saying… umm” Fuck, what was I saying.

Chris answers for me.  “She was saying how today she is going to be a good girl and write. So that we don’t have to report to one and two that she has been anything less than an angel of the purest goodness and light.”  His breath moistens my earlobe and the scent of him surrounds me.

“That’s what I thought she said me self.”  Lee glances up at me briefly, and then his dark green eyes meet ice blue ones over my shoulder.

“Well shit.” I mutter.  I think I’ve been had. And I don’t mind at all.

Please welcome the two newest resident muses… Chris Richards and Lee Kingston. Both hail from Ireland ( home of my heart) and both… are sure to make you smile.

They’ll be hanging out in The Chatting With Drea Riley fb group as well as putting in appearances on The Drea and Milana Show.  I couldn’t be more pleased.  *winks saucily*