I got out of the car, took my bag, and locked my car. I started walking towards the shop building. There came a man who looked like MacGyver, original and young. Oh, how the eye rested. I introduced myself and examined the various rare varieties of potatoes.
This was a big potato and grain farm and every year they experiment with many varieties in the fields. I knew I didn't absorb carbohydrates well, but the mashed potatoes were good, as were the potato buns. Now I couldn't always be so picky about my food, there had to be pleasure in life.
I scanned different varieties, especially baby potatoes, which will not be grown. They only took 2-3 varieties each year and grew over 15 to try. Then they would study them, and often, the ones that didn't continue were dug out of the ground quite small.
It would be a kind of mixed selection, but all the potatoes would be new and fresh. Sweet, good ones, different shapes and colors. Whereas in Finland, it was mostly yellow potatoes and a few colored varieties, here, the potatoes were not so limited.
They grew some potatoes from seed, meaning that some potatoes flowered, fertilized, and set fruit. They would then take the seeds from those and germinate them and see what kind they came up with. There were quite a few new ones from almost black and red spotted.
I could make many nice experimental foods out of these, and they would be unique as these potatoes were only available from this farm, and there were only so many of them if they didn't continue to grow them.
There were many reasons. It could be poorer yields or not as resistant to pests or diseases, and then there was also taste and usage, which dictated what was left and what wasn't. The host told me all these facts and said that every year, he and his wife make all the decisions on what to leave and what not to leave themselves, and they don't hire outsiders or go by any standard guidelines.
He showed his wife she looked like some kind of cross between the Kardashian girls and Taylor Swift and was talking to some Chinese tourists. Showing them different flour.
I hadn't even got as far as the flour as I had different potatoes and I knew I could get them to different houses. Sometimes, I even made a big batch of food and took it to the headquarters for everyone to eat. It had gone down well.
The men drove up and saw a big barn building with potatoes in boxes; then, in another barn, there were grain products like wheat flour, flakes, rye, and so on. Mimi was innocently dressed like an angel talking to the host, and Damon knew exactly who she looked like. Damon saw Adam's eyes narrow slightly when he, too, spotted the host.
Samuel got out of the car and looked around. There were a few other cars on the farm, and there were people passing by, examining the produce. Young, helpful men were lifting various boxes for people and helping to carry them to the cars. The crisp autumn weather was not so present here on the southern coast of France, where this farm was located. Samuel looked around. He hadn't been to many places like this. Damon strode toward Mimi as she was scanning the potatoes. Adam and Samuel followed behind.
I was examining the potatoes when a voice behind me said, " Hello baby, surprise. We were already at the house in Paris."
I said, "Oh, fine. No problem."
Damon grunted. I turned to look at him. He was wearing a white shirt, black leather jacket, and black leather pants, a good-looking package, no problem. The host came over and gave everyone, including Samuel, who was with him, their own scanners. He directed the men to examine the flour and flakes.
Adam and Samuel eagerly set off to examine the flour and grits. Damon did not follow them, but stayed with me. I tried to continue sorting the potatoes, but I could feel Damon's body heat as he was right behind me.
A silky voice said, "You remember you don't absorb too much of these; one variety is a bit better for you than another, but I won't let you eat too many potatoes. You can be sure of that."
I turned around and said " These are unique. All these varieties are only available for what they are when they are not continued. I can make food for others, even fleas, if I feel like it. These are interesting to taste and try."
I unbuttoned one button on my shirt and looked at Damon. I said innocently. "What about you, Salvatore? Do you see anything you like?"
He looked at me from head to toe, and a subtle smile played on his lips. There was an edge to him, though, that made me perhaps a little wary of what I was saying.
He whispered in my ear, "Maybe, maybe I will, darling."
Then he passed me by, letting his hand press on my liver for a moment. He went off to scan some more potatoes.
I wandered along the rows of potatoes, taking a little of each variety unless it seemed boring, ordinary, like some potato that might have been a cross between two common varieties and was not exotic in itself.
The host was chatting with me. He already knew I was a werewolf. Mimosa had to let it be known.
He asked, "Are you single? I mean, I'm not asking you out. I'm married myself, but a beautiful woman like you. It's hard to believe that you don't have anyone."
Oh, this was almost flirting. I looked at his wife, and she was still talking to the Chinese.
Fine, I replied, " At the moment, yes, but that one man is my ex-husband. This other one is my pack leader, and the third one is the pack doctor, so I am not alone as such, or even really free, because I belong to the pack. Well, that's a werewolf thing."
The host shrugged. He said, "But are you in a relationship with anyone? I know the wolves are in the pack, and the pack always comes first, but you said one man is an ex-husband. Have you been divorced long?"
I said, "Two or three years. We're on good terms, and the divorce was almost an accident."
Samuel said to Adam, "Are these people, these people, always so direct? No wonder, Mimi...I mean, of course, the host says he's married, but he's trying very hard to hit on Mimi. "
Adam watched for a moment and heard the host ask if Mimi was free. Mimi's reply was diplomatic but not, in Adam's opinion, sufficiently dismissive. And how the host just went on and on about the subject. Adam could see the host looking at them almost scornfully.
He saw a woman talking to the Chinese and this woman flirting with them. Now Adam knew that sometimes people have very free marriages and sometimes they want others in their bed. Adam spoke Mandarin Chinese, and his attentive ears heard how his wife was suggesting to the Chinese to change partners, too. It was mostly men in that group.
Then he looked at Mimi as she walked around again in such clothes. Mimi had platinum blond hair on both sides of her head in a ponytail. She looked like a schoolgirl. She seemed blissfully unaware of her sexual aura, which was plain for all men to see. The host was clearly planning a move.
Samuel said, " What are we going to do? That host didn't listen to Mimi's explanation except for the first two words, and they were currently yes."
Adam said, "Did you listen to the host's wife? They're swapping partners, and she's trying to get herself some Chinese; it's easy to see what the host has in mind. Last time, I had Damon sedate Mimi with a drug. Worked well. The lady was under control, and now there are six more of these farms, at least."
Samuel said, "We need to intervene. Damon will find out, and there could be a bloodbath, and it would just be better to get Mimi under control. I wonder if Damon has...?"
Adam nodded and said, "He took syringes with him, and he has his teeth. I just have to say that we all agree. Have you looked at Mimi's new car? The electric blue one. I could swear the lady has several debit cards in the name of the Springcove again."
Samuel walked towards Damon, and Adam watched as Samuel explained excitedly.
Samuel said to Damon, " These guys are swapping partners or something like that; that woman is the master's wife, and as you can hear, she's trying to get her hands on those Chinese, and it's easy to figure out who the master has taken as a victim. I don't know how fast they'll act or that one will soon give Mimi his contact details when Mimi needs a sweetie. Mimi didn't make it clear enough to the host that she's not available."
Damon said, " What do you want me to do?"
Samuel said, " Save Mimi and try to get it into her head that these people are lustful. Drug her."
Damon grunted and said, "Fine, let's do that."
Adam watched as Samuel got his point across. He saw Damon's demeanor change. He took something from his breast pocket and held it in his hand. He started walking towards Mimi, who was now exploring the potato flakes, and the host was very close. Looking at Mimi's body, Adam saw how the front of the host's trousers were fuller.
I now continued to examine the potato flakes. Again, there were no additives in these, just dried potatoes. I took them too. Again, I didn't pay any attention when Damon came and pulled me against him, plunging the needle into my heart again.
My head was really foggy, and my legs weren't really bearing up at all. Damon wrapped me up in his arms and took my scanner. Adam came over, and Damon handed my bag to Adam, who furrowed his brow at my gun in the bag.
My motto these days is I don't go anywhere without a gun. I'm not going anywhere. Adam went through my wallet and grabbed all my cards. There was a considerable fortune in them, and if I didn't get them back, I'd be going on the road.
Then Adam handed Damon a piece of paper in passing. Oh, fuck, the deed to my island. The grip around me tightened quite a bit as Damon handed the paper to Adam. I got another dose of the drug straight to my liver and a brisk rubdown.
Samuel was explaining to the host how my blood sugars sometimes crash all the time, and Damon was the doctor. He was trying to help, and they had everything they needed. The host was disappointed and moved in with his wife.
Samuel saw the Chinese move to their car, and the lady looked disappointed, too.
Adam held me up while Damon went to pay for the orders.
We wouldn't be going to any other farms today. The men talked a little, and Adam's grip on me was very tight. I was about unconscious after the third dose I had when we got to my car, and Damon put me in a seat belt and jabbed a dose right into my abdominal cavity.
I was pretty much barely conscious. Damon started driving towards the castle, and I fell asleep on the way. I woke up in one bed in shackles. Really fucking smart. Fine, let's be in chains. Two hours later, Damon came to unchain me. He said nothing, just unlocked the shackles and left. I was fucked up too, so I didn't speak.
I went to the toilet and got both my things out. I thought nothing of it when I came out and went into the kitchen. Damon had a funny look on his face. We went to dinner, and Adam and Samuel were a bit weird, too; I didn't bother talking as I was trying to settle my stomach.
I was pretty damn loose, and now I wasn't sure why, but I was so pissed off, and I sent my anger to the men, all three of them. I tried to hold back and hope the pressure in my ass would ease, but no, I had to go pretty damn fast.
But before I could get up, all three men dove into the nearest toilets. Oh, my God. It was a big castle, and I knew where the toilets were, but now I was in a hell of a hurry to get to one. I must have been like something out of an American Pie movie when I finally got to one toilet and got the pressure out. I was very relieved to get my bowels completely empty. It took a little while, and I wondered twice if I was ready, but I wasn't quite ready yet.
When I came back to the table, the men were back, too.
Damon asked me softly, "Do you have diarrhea, baby?" I nodded.
Damon said, "Could you put one strap closed off our bond so I don't get the need to shit on every time you get shit there??"
Fine, "I don't know how to do that."
I put the strap down while Damon showed me how.
He said, "Mimi, if you ever untie that strap on purpose, it's a rib crusher and a stabber, you understand?"
I nodded. Oh, that's how hard it is. Fine, no problem.
The rest of the day went okay. The men were putting up some rooms, touring the castle, or ordering farm products online. I vowed to myself that one day, I would get a full farm tour done.
Damon was in a good mood, joking with Adam and Samuel, but he looked at me a couple of times in a way that now I wouldn't utter any of my sentences, even if they could have been.
They hung up some hides and tapestries that I had bought. The men were strictly minding their own business, and no one even kissed me or talked to me much. I was still pretty fucking pissed off, and I guess it was clearly visible.
Samuel had explained to me what the host was up to at the farm. I said, "I'm in the flea business with the men sometimes for 12 weeks in a row. Yes, they look at me, they talk things over with me, but for now, I know how to hold my own. If I think it's nice that a human being, even a man, is nice, talks to me, and isn't always fucking scared of me, then no, when you see, it's just me going to fuck him. I'm pretty damn competent to stand up for myself and you just let your jealousy come out even though you, Samuel, have no business being jealous of me, we don't even have a mating bond, but I know how fucking good a Salvatore is at manipulation."
Samuel made no reply as I walked away.
When evening came, I thought about going to one bedroom to sleep, but Damon came and took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a really great enormous bedroom, but this was not the master bedroom. That much I knew when I was just making the master bedroom.
I changed out of my nightgown and went to bed to read a book on my side and Damon came over to his side and reached over and took the book out.
"Now, baby, let's get some sleep. I don't know when the last time you got a good night's sleep was. "
I didn't suspect a thing. Damon pulled me against him, and I dropped asleep in the familiar safety.