Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
How much did he know about human culture?
God, the questions I’d had to ask myself since moving to the crazy-ass town.
“Well, sometimes things like that might make a little or any sub jealous.” That had understanding starting to bloom in his eyes, so I kept going, pleased we’d made progress. “I’m hoping to get to know you, and I don’t want to do anything to upset you.”
Especially when I didn’t know what an angry alien was capable of.
Human littles might pitch a fit and throw toys at my head—it’d happened more than once, unfortunately—but aliens, yeah, I needed more information before I pissed off the cutie.
“You’re mine, but I don’t mind sharing my toys with my friends.” His curious answer and cute shrug gave me almost no real help in figuring out what to do, but he was adorable. “They just can’t keep you.”
There was a fuck ton of context I was missing.
“So just to make sure I understand what you’re saying, the next time he steals a watch, I need to return it and add a bit of Daddy to the interaction to make sure he knows he was naughty and explain he can’t keep the toy?”
Was liking toys an alien thing?
That didn’t seem right, but I tucked it in the back of my head to look at later.
“Yes.” Kenzie beamed, going sparkly again as he nodded. “He doesn’t have a Daddy yet and his decisions…well, they’re sometimes questionable. So we need to help.”
That was logical enough for me to agree with it.
“But you’ll tell me if I cross a line, right?” His nod happened so quickly, I took it as a genuine response, mostly because he seemed to pause before he lied…or lied by omission…or tripped over calling me human.
“Yes.” Kenzie swung my hand back and forth, still smiling but without the added sparkles. “We started a club to meet other kinky people in the area, but we haven’t found him a Daddy yet.”
They had?
Oh.
“Is it at the VFW on Sundays?” Because last week half the town had asked me if I was going to hang out at the Veterans of Foreign Wars Hall but no one would explain why.
Kenzie’s eyes went wide and he looked like he thought I was psychic. “Yes. The first Sunday of the month.”
That definitely explained a lot.
But how the fuck did the lady at that goddamned diner know I was a Daddy?
“Several of the people in town asked me about it, but I didn’t realize what was happening there.” Maybe that was part of the reason why they weren’t getting enough Daddies showing up?
“That was helpful.” His earnest response had me trying not to laugh.
“I think we need to work on their explanation, though.” We’d have to figure that out because just judging by some of the fascinating people I’d met, I could not be the only Dom in the area.
“Marketing.” He nodded, an adorably serious look on his face. “Yes, we need to work on our marketing.”
He wasn’t wrong, so I had to agree with my adorable alien. “That’s the key to just about everything in life.”
That earned me another smile. “Yes, like you do a very good job of presenting h—police officers in a wonderful light. Good marketing. Everyone likes you and they’re glad you’ve stuck around.”
Pretending he hadn’t just started to say human police officers, I smiled and squeezed my cute alien’s hand. “I’m glad everyone has taken the time to get to know me and made transitioning here so interesting.”
Just because they were insane didn’t mean they hadn’t been polite.
“We went through a lot of deputies for a while, but Lorne and everyone were really glad you stayed.” He looked delightfully innocent as he explained why it was so nice having me around. “You were even nice to Lorne when he got…well, when he keeps having to steal the watches.”
Wait.
Was that some kind of alien thing?
Was someone zapping the cute little klepto?
For fuck’s sake, how was I supposed to keep him safe if I didn’t understand their technological limits?
“He was very polite when I first went over to meet him, and the sheriff made sure I knew he shouldn’t be arrested.” Clearly, that frustrating fucker knew something was up with those stupid watches. “I’ll try to come up with a way to help out Lorne.”
If he was being zapped, that seemed like something the police should handle.
Fucking aliens.
But I couldn’t work on that yet, so I looked around the room. “We got distracted. You need a snack.”
Or I might end up in a tea party.
“Yes, food.” Kenzie frowned. “It’s easy to get distracted.”
“We’ll work on that.” Looking around the room again, this time to figure out a plan and not just gawk, I nodded toward the table. “How about you go sit down while I figure out a good option?”