@bae9779s: ​Bam glanced up from her screen, her dark eyes softening into an expression of unreserved devotion, though her breath hitched slightly at the proximity. "My schedule indicates we need to depart in twenty minutes for the campus district." ​"Your schedule can wait three minutes," Oom teased softly, her thumb brushing a stray crumb from the corner of Bam's lip. Oom’s gaze dropped down to Bam's mouth, hovering just centimeters away, her warm breath fanning against Bam's skin until Bam's jaw subtly tightened, her eyes darkening with sudden heat. A warm dimple showed on Oom's cheek as she held the space between them, tantalizingly close. "Or do I need to hold you hostage at the estate today?" ​Bam's jaw tightened slightly, though a rare, beautiful smile broke across her lips as she leaned in just a fraction more, their noses almost touching. "You are an incredibly disruptive influence on my productivity." ​Oom’s breath caught as Bam closed the distance, their lips brushing in a breathless, static pause, only for Oom to tease her at the very last second, pulling back just an inch and murmuring, "And yet, you haven't fired me as your driver." She pressed a warm, lingering kiss against Bam's cheek instead before grabbing her car keys, leaving Bam exhaling a slow, quiet breath. ​Despite having her own high-performance Maybach parked in the drive, Bam allowed Oom to drive her to the university every single day. The morning drives through the winding mountain roads became their quiet sanctuary. Oom would hold the steering wheel with one hand, while her other hand reached across the center console, resting comfortably on Bam’s thigh. Bam never pulled away, her slender fingers entwining tightly with Oom's, quietly tethering them together. ​On a rainy Thursday afternoon back at the villa deck, the quiet was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps on the wooden steps. ​Bam sat at the outdoor teak table, reviewing faculty tenure files alongside a thick pile of estate land survey documents. Bam didn't actually know how to manage estate files, but since Oom had been so overwhelmed with the property's expansion, Oom had asked her to check through them whenever she had time. Bam had accepted with her usual silent precision, carefully applying her sharp corporate logic to cross-check legal boundaries and vendor contracts. ​Hearing someone approach, she turned, expecting to see Oom returning from the lower pastures. ​Instead, Tate Myrone walked up the stairs, holding another thick leather folder under his arm. ​"Good afternoon, Dr. Saralee," Tate said respectfully, taking off his cap. "P'Oom asked me to bring up these additional land boundary surveys for you to review before the board meeting next week." ​Bam nodded smoothly, gesturing to the table. "Set them here, Tate. Thank you." ​Tate set the folder down, glancing toward the lower barn line where Oom was talking with the stable hands. "She's been working hard getting everything ready for the rainy season expansion. P'Oom hasn't stopped talking about how much smoother the legal paperwork has been since you took an interest in the estate files." ​#oomeisaya #bamsaralee #oombam ​ ​

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