Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“So, you’re a lawyer? What kind of law do you specialize in?” Mack jumped in to start the conversation on a safe topic.
“I’m an intellectual properties lawyer. I deal with things like trademarks and copyrights.”
“So, I shouldn’t try to sell a new soft drink with the name PepsE on it?” Mack asked with a laugh.
“I definitely would stay away from that idea,” Grey agreed with a smile.
“Man bun,” the twenty-something server called loudly over the coffee shop buzz.
Mack rolled his eyes and stood to retrieve his drink. He was nice to the flirting server but didn’t return her level of interest. When he returned, Mack sat down and rotated his cup to see she had indeed labeled him as man bun. He shook his head and commented, “Oh, to be twenty again.”
“Silver fox, your coffee is ready.”
Mack couldn’t keep the laughter inside at the OMG look that flashed over Grey’s face. “Be careful. She’s pretty aggressive.”
“Thanks for the warning,” Grey said with a shake of his head as he walked to the counter.
He returned a few seconds later with a scone in addition to his coffee. “I got a bonus because ‘something yummy should walk across the floor with something yummy.’ I may never be able to come here again.”
Mack couldn’t help but laugh at the complete bewilderment written on Grey’s face. “She must really appreciate your buns,” he kidded the older man. “I’d sit down if I were you, so she doesn’t fall over something as she stares at your ass.”
Grey turned automatically to look over his shoulder to see if Mack was making that up. The young woman was busy working but noticed Grey looking at her. Obviously misinterpreting Grey’s glance as a sign of interest, she waved excitedly.
The older man turned back around to face Mack. “You deserve to be spanked.”
“Probably,” Mack agreed, and couldn’t control his laughter. He hadn’t had this much fun in months.
Grey took a sip of his drink and smiled. “She did get my order right.”
“Mine’s great, too. And you got a scone.”
“Here. Help me eat this,” Grey requested as he pulled the treat from the bag and set it between them.
Mack broke off a piece and popped it into his mouth. He hummed his approval and nodded. After swallowing, he suggested, “Hanging out with a silver fox has some advantages.”
“Two.”
“Two?” Mack asked, as he helped himself to another bite. It really was delicious.
“That’s two spankings I owe you. I’m just going to tally them as we go and deliver them later.”
Mack swallowed hard. Grey’s matter-of-fact tone made it clear he wasn’t joking. “Sorry, I’ll never even think silver fox again.”
“Oh, it’s okay if you think I’m a silver fox. I like the man bun. I just don’t want someone else flirting with either of us. It gets in the way of our relationship,” Grey explained.
“Do we have a relationship?” Mack blurted.
“Are you seeing someone now?”
“No, I just escaped,” Mack admitted.
“Are you ready to have another?”
“If it’s right, yes. Leaving was my choice. I didn’t want another person added to our dynamic. It was time for us to go our separate ways,” Mack said, feeling the last of his unhappiness in how everything ended dissipate.
“Good. Then we see if I’ll be a good fit for you.”
“And me for you,” Mack added.
“Oh, I already know that. I’ve looked for you for a long time. How long have you known?” Grey asked.
“Known what?”
Grey just looked at him and Mack knew what he was referring to—being Little.
“Since I found a book wedged between the booth and the wall in a restaurant I worked in. The manager told me to throw it out when he saw the cover. He didn’t want that at the front desk. I put it away with my things in case the customer came back in to retrieve it. They didn’t. It could have been there for days.”
“Not too many people cleaning like you did?”
“Never. Armando’s is different. It’s like a family-run place. Everyone feels like they’re part of the family. They take care of that place.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Grey said with a smile. “So, what happened to the book? Did you throw it out?”
“No. I took it home at the end of my shift. I love to read. It would have killed me to destroy a book. Especially this one.”
“What was so special about that one?” Grey probed.
Mack hesitated. How much could he tell this man?
“You can definitely tell me it’s none of my business or you want to wait until we’re alone. Anything you say to me will go no further, Mack.”
Mack decided to risk it all. In this big city, Grey would never find him again if this didn’t work out. “It was an ageplay book—about a woman, but it felt like someone had eavesdropped on all my fantasies.”