Adrian allowed her to sit on his lap. She was facing him, her legs on either side of him. She said she was scared.
He stroked her hair.
"Greedy cat, will you ever leave me alone?"
She leaned back, looking up at him. "No. I really like you. More and more."
He sighed. "What do you even know about me?"
"You're kind. And respectful. You're cute and funny. You're prettier than anything I've ever seen. Something traumatic has happened to your. You can be shy or very flirtatious. I think you're the reincarnation of Hades."
Adrian stroked her hair softly. "What a flattering comparison."
"It actually is. Of all the Greek Gods, he was the best, and least fucked up. He never cheated on his wife, he minded his business and did his job. But he got shit for it, even though he didn't exactly pick his job."
Adrian chuckled. "Well...maybe Hades and I do have more in common than I thought."
"Adrian...where are your parents?"
"They moved to...and this is purely coincidence but Greece. They retired there. I don't see them often, but I try to call as much as I can."
She smiled. "You're so sweet," she hugged him tighter.
He patted her back awkwardly. "Try not to move so much."
"Adrian..." she grabbed his face.
He frowned in question. She kissed him, making him pause. He put his hand over her shoulder, about to stop her.
Then he didn't. She had the softest lips. The sweetest...
His eyes closed. He wished he could control her. But he couldn't seem to. She seemed to rule over her with her strangeness and her greed.
She leaned back, lifting his shirt.
"Why do you act so differently around me?" He asked.
She paused, out then rubbed his chest gently.
"My mother always told me to be good. And be nice. Don't say things that aren't nice and kind and good. That was what she always told me," she whispered, putting his hair over his shoulder.
"And so that's what I've always done. On my done and said nice things, but the first thing you told me was to say what's on mind. To do...what I want to do."
He stroked her cheek with his knuckles.
"I...fell for you in a way, that day that met you," she whispered. "So I decided not to leave you alone. To keep pursuing you."
He smiled. She was too cute.
"Ophelia..." he whispered softly, rubbing her cheek.
He sighed, he'd give in to her. He just knew he would.
"Oh Ophelia...you're not good for me, you know that?" He said lowly, as he let her undress him.
"I think I'm good for you, Sir," she stripped herself, putting her hands back in his hair.
"I'm sure you do. But you're a greedy little bird," he kissed her eye.
She just smiled.
• • •
Adrian woke up, looking over at her. He sighed once more.
So very inappropriate. The entire relationship.
He put the covers over her naked body, dressing himself.
His phone was ringing off the hook. He grabbed it, answering.
"Sir, Rena called in sick. We don't have a canary. Do you want me to close the Mines?"
He looked over at Ophelia. "Yes. Close it until further notice. I'll pay the scheduled workers for the time off."
"Check on Rena. It's not like her to miss out on money."
"She's a bitch, sir."
"I'm aware she isn't always agreeable. But that's not what I asked is it?"
Ophelia stirred, a light sleeper. She looked up at him.
"Sir, might I ask why Ophelia can't come back in? She did sigh a contract—"
"Check in on Rena, Nino," he ordered. "Good bye."
"I'm causing you trouble," she noted.
He slid his hair to one side, rubbing the back of his neck. "No more than you usually do," he said lowly.
Her lips quirked up. "I-I'll go back to work. I just really don't want to."
"You don't have to." He got up, stretching. "It's alright. I can find another canary."
"I don't think I want you to," she said lowly, lifting her hands to put her fingers in his hair.
"Well, What other choice do I have?" He rumbled.
She looked away. "Can you put an enclosure in front of the stage. Obviously with an exit. But I would feel better, and the crowd would feel like their getting an exclusive experience."
"That would cost quite a lot," he frowned. "But the safety of my Songbird is my highest priority."
"Songbirds," she corrected him, letting the tips of his hair slip through her finger as he walked toward the small table.
"Songbirds. You have more than one,"
He glanced back at her, looking down. "I meant what I said."