Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
With the lunch rush done and my assistant James in the back, sorting through an order that’d just come in, I enjoyed the peace and quiet for a moment as the alien whispered to the human. Once the human was caught up to date, he grinned wickedly and that made him look even more familiar.
Why was his naughty grin so fucking familiar?
Who did Daddy know?
As I mulled over the options and wondered if they had some kind of an online blog, I cleaned up around the register and smiled at the couple like they were just new customers. “Let me know if there’s anything I can help you find. Oh, and some of the yarn is going on sale today, so just let me know if you’re interested in that, and I’ll show you which brands will be included.”
I’d been a bit too distracted this morning to get signs up before we’d opened, and after that, we’d been surprisingly busy. I was starting to wonder if some of that had been because of the gossip but I decided I didn’t care. They’d bought stuff and no one asked too many weird questions about my weekend.
It’d eventually blow over because aside from the age play thing, I wasn’t terribly exciting. I owned a craft store for fuck’s sake.
The alien looked down at the human who wiggled and bounced on his feet like he was barely holding back his excitement. “We’re not really crafters but I might have some questions about the fancy crayons.”
The not-a-crafter part wasn’t a surprise, so I just tried to look relaxed as they started slowly working their way across the store, exchanging meaningful looks with each other that just reinforced the feeling that they were a couple. “I’d be glad to help with any questions. They’re good quality.”
By the time they made their way over, I was jumping between curiously relaxed and slightly nervous. If they were Daddy’s friends, making a good impression was paramount, but it also left me wondering if they were the couple who’d answered his questions about how to have sex with a human.
I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but something about the excitable, smiling human just said he’d be the type of friend to explain how to lightning a prostate.
What had Daddy done to have them showing up at my work?
He’d only been gone a few hours.
When they were finally in front of the register, still giving each other meaningful looks, I had several reasonable guesses, including that they were just nosy about Daddy’s new mate. His vague explanations had me assuming it’d be kind of a big deal, so it seemed like the most obvious one.
“How subtle should we be about the whole mate-Daddy-kinky-relationship thing?” The human’s whispered question had me rolling my eyes and sighing. He just smiled wider and glanced toward the stockroom door. “Aristotle said there was someone in the back?”
Well, at least they were nosy and careful.
“My assistant.” Trying not to sigh again and look like a disgruntled teenager, I waved my hand toward the back of the store. “He knows but as long as we’re quiet, he won’t hear any conversations. He was wearing headphones the last time I went back there, but he’s going to be coming out any moment so I can take a lunch break.”
He’d come in hungover as fuck and it’d been the best place to put him.
“Great.” The human bounced again and smiled even wider. “We’re not too late. We’re supposed to ask if you need help making lunch.”
When I just slumped over and crashed into the counter, the human giggled and the alien, Aristotle, hummed worriedly. “Is he…broken or dramatic? I am leaning toward dramatic.”
His understanding of humans was fascinating.
“That’s right. Good job telling the difference.” I heard the human give his partner a kiss and had to smile at his pride. “You didn’t even start worrying right off the bat.”
“Thank you, my Evan.” The tenderness in his voice as he talked to what was clearly his mate had me taking a deep breath and straightening.
“I promised him I wouldn’t make a sandwich.” Ignoring the human’s giggle, I shrugged. “There was a small issue with a butter knife and he worries.”
The human, who seemed to be Evan, nodded subtly like it wasn’t a surprise. “Once Wright started working earlier, he realized there were probably more dangerous things he should be worried about.”
Damn it.
“But he couldn’t get out of a meeting, so he sent backup.” Evan was obviously delighted at having been sent on a protect the human mission. “We can use butter knives and other sharp implements and even escort you up the stairs because Aristotle promised not to let you fall.”
Aristotle was nodding like he was taking the whole thing incredibly seriously, but Evan was just enjoying it all like he’d landed in a circus and was just going to have fun with the chaos. “Wright was adorable when he was talking about you, so we had to come help. Luckily, we had the afternoon free.”