Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
It took me a moment to realize what he was doing as he started patting himself down. “Shoot. These aren’t my pants. I had business cards earlier.”
With any other person that would’ve sounded insane, but I’d snooped enough to realize how normal it was for anyone who worked across the street at Leashes and Lace to end up naked.
Who had I seen wearing light-colored jeans earlier?
Oh.
But could I answer that without looking like a Peeping Tom?
“Um, I walked by the window when I was having coffee earlier and I think I saw a guy wearing similar pants. I don’t think he’s a model but he’s there a lot.”
I was pretty sure it’d been the guy who’d delivered packages to us a few times—he was hard to forget for a lot of reasons—but I wasn’t sure I should point that out.
“Oh, you’re right.” Shaking his head like that kind of stuff happened every day, Kenton sighed. “The struggles when everyone gets naked at work.”
Ugh.
Yeah.
“I hope you find your pants.” I wasn’t sure that was a reasonable response but it was what came out.
“Thanks. Me too.” He didn’t seem worried about it, so I decided it might be some kind of occupational hazard he’d run into before. “I’ll put my number in your phone instead.”
When he held out his hand, what he’d said before finally hit me.
He wanted us to come out to dinner with them?
Who was the we who were going out to dinner?
“I…” Thinking seemed to get harder every time he smiled and I found myself handing over my phone. “Thanks.”
No, that hadn’t been what I’d been going to say.
Right?
I wasn’t mentally prepared to have dinner with that many people who’d known what I was curious about.
Was I?
Kenton didn’t seem to notice I was having a mental breakdown, or maybe he’d just decided that ignoring it was the safest option. He delt with that kind of insanity a lot in his line of work, so he’d probably had lots of practice. “Here you go. I’m in there as Pup Kenton and I texted myself.”
He looked very proud of himself as he handed back my phone and being mean would’ve been like kicking a puppy, so I found myself nodding. “Thanks.”
Had I just agreed to go?
What kind of things did they do when they went out?
Did they keep their clothes on?
Did dinner mean dinner like a regular person would do it?
“It’s going to be great.” Giving me a wave, he stepped back into the hallway. “I have to go find my pants. I’ll see you later, but text me if you need help getting your gear on. Tails can be tricky the first time. Just remember that lube is your friend.”
Oh god.
Had my neighbors heard that?
Before I could decide what the reasonable response to that should be, he’d started bounding down the stairs mumbling something about needing to find his housekeys and I thought I heard something about his dick not fitting in his pants right, but I might’ve misunderstood that part.
Closing the door and hiding seemed like a good idea, so I shut it and made sure I locked it just in case he came back. But that was when all functioning stopped and I just walked over to the couch. Once I was buried under the blanket and the real world felt very far away, my heart stopped pounding so hard.
“I think I’ve missed something important.” Leif’s dry tone had me stretching my arm out from under my makeshift fort and pointing toward the door. “Thank you.”
I could hear him walking down the stairs and moving around the house, but he was quiet until he found the box. “Ah. I see the issue.”
The sounds made me think he’d picked up the box and moved it to the table, but I wasn’t completely sure. “Did Eli bring it over?”
Shaking my head, I knew I’d have to do better or he’d either get frustrated or worried. Neither of those outcomes would be good, so I took a breath. “No, they’re having some problems at work so he sent over one of the models…one of the pups.”
And without his hood, I couldn’t tell which pup it’d been.
I needed to stalk the website as well as Leif had if I was going to be expected to recognize everyone with their clothes on.
Leif made a slightly strangled sound that could’ve been a laugh, but he managed to hold it back fairly well, so I didn’t start planning his murder right off the bat. “Oh, that must’ve been interesting.”
Nodding, I decided that was the nicest way to have worded the description. “Yes, and he’s decided we need to come have dinner with some of them next week. He’s excited about it and even put his number in my phone.”
Leif was very quiet for a few seconds. “Was he flirting with you?”