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)
He made another rude sound. “We’ve been out for a week and that’s because the last carton died a horrible death well before the expiration date. I’m not buying milk until we change grocery stores and we start actually using it more.”
Oh.
Hm.
“That just means I haven’t been helping enough in the kitchen, so we should go home so I can fix that.” Yes, it was dramatic and designed to distract Leif, but it was so true he couldn’t even roll his eyes.
But his way of fixing that was to ignore me.
He was such an asshole sometimes.
“I’m glad we’re able to walk to the restaurant but we need to pick which one of us is drinking.” Leif’s question wasn’t a new one but it was a reminder about his chaotic childhood.
“I’m voting neither.” He wouldn’t like either of us losing control when we were going out to dinner with the people from Leashes and Lace, but he also wouldn’t want me to think he was controlling me.
Rock, meet hard place…his name is Leif.
“I don’t know what I’d say if I got tipsy and stupid, and I’m not sure I want to hear you that way either.” He got bossy when he was drinking, and now that he wasn’t pretending he was vanilla any longer, I wasn’t sure what would happen.
I might end up kneeling or he might end up oversharing or we both might end up hard and confused.
Yep, none of that needed an audience…especially since a photoshoot wasn’t involved.
Restaurants were not the place to lose control around those types of people…they were bad influences.
Leif chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I think that’s the best decision, but would it make me an asshole to want to know what your pup side would look like drunk?”
God, he was full of terrible ideas today.
And if he kept making me hard, they were going to notice.
I really shouldn’t have worn slacks.
Had I been subconsciously trying to look like an old fart again?
“Please don’t say that around them and I’ll talk about anything you want later.” My desperation might’ve come across a tad bit dramatic based on how he was trying not to laugh. “This is a terrible idea.”
Leif glanced over at me and raised one eyebrow. “Then you should’ve said no to the guy who kept texting you.”
Ugh.
“But he’s very nice and it seemed mean to tell him no.” He was very good at manipulating me too. “So that means if he tries to talk me into something stupid or something that I’m clearly not ready for, you have to be the one to tell him no.”
I could not be trusted to and Leif’s snicker said he agreed.
“Fine. I will be the bad guy.” His dramatic response had me rolling my eyes as we finally got closer to the restaurant.
“You’re the Dom here. You’re supposed to be the bad guy. That’s how it works.” Duh.
I wasn’t sure I liked the look he was giving me, but we were at the door and he’d run out of time to figure out how he was going to threaten me into behaving.
So he tried to use logic instead.
“Then they’ll know you’re my sub.” He raised one eyebrow like he’d thought I hadn’t realized that.
But luckily for him, I was an A+ level worrier.
“I have already panicked over that and made my peace with it.” Sadly, that was true. I hadn’t really slept much the last few nights as I’d gone over that, but I wasn’t going to confess that to Leif. “They gossip too much and they’re excited for me. It’s like it’s my birthday and Christmas all wrapped up in one event.”
It was fucking weird…and it made me wonder what other kind of strange milestones they’d celebrate.
Narrowing his eyes at me, Leif looked sexy and dangerous. “We’re going to talk about that later.”
Shit.
Outed myself.
If there’d been more time, I’d have had a good panic, but there wasn’t, so I couldn’t.
They’d seen us.
Wow.
“Did I ever say how big the dinner thing was?” I wasn’t going to trust my memory at the moment, so I was glad when Leif subtly shook his head.
“No. You kept using words like guys and them and group.” Leif covered his sigh with a fake smile. “I’m going to ask more questions in the future.”
Yep, that’d be a Dom job too.
“Good idea.” Because there were a ton of them.
Was a group of models a gaggle?
A mess?
There had to be one of those weird group words for it but I couldn’t remember if I’d ever heard one.
“They’re waving at us.” Well, the two I’d met in person were…the rest of the group was milling around a long table at the back of the restaurant as they chatted. “I think that means we have to keep walking.”
“Yep.” Leif didn’t seem like he knew what to say about the trouble I’d gotten us into, but the greeter at the door waving us toward the rest of the party in the back might’ve had something to do with that.