Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
I wasn’t going to even ask how he knew that. People just seemed to randomly vomit stories to him like he pulled them out just by looking at them.
“He and I haven’t talked much about that kind of stuff.” Although come to think of it, one time he had asked me where I’d bought onesies.
I just thought his underwear choices had gotten a bit more interesting or that it might be for research.
“I make time for that kind of stuff on my own, though.” That seemed to be the wrong response because he frowned.
“With other littles like at a club or something like that?” He crossed his arms over his chest and I had to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. “Ian?”
How did he say that so…
He was a sub, right?
Swallowing, I shrugged, not sure what to say. “I’m happy with my life, but yes, I go up to a club in DC sometimes.”
Just not often.
Playing around strangers was weird even if everyone was nice.
He must’ve seen that on my face, though, because his expression grew more intent. “How often? When was the last time you went up to play?”
Shit.
“Um, last spring?” And considering the air was starting to get chilly at night…well, it’d been a while.
“That is terrible.” Bishop sat taller and gave me a look like he was charging into battle. I had to ignore how sexy it was and focus on his idea…his surprising idea. “We’re going to fix that, first thing.”
I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going.
“Oh, I don’t…” I wasn’t even sure what to say, but that didn’t seem to bother Bishop.
“Littles need playtime to relieve their stress.” He wasn’t wrong, but in this case, I wasn’t sure how right he was.
He was perceptive, though, and broke off his charge to study my probably confusing expression. “We’ll start slow.”
Was that better?
I liked the idea of having someone to play with or even just to be in charge while I colored. But that wasn’t…friends didn’t…right?
“What do you mean?” I was done trying to piece my random thoughts together. If Bishop wanted to be in control, I’d let him.
Subs took control sometimes, right?
“We’re going to have a…a little night.” He seemed more confident the longer he spoke, eyes shining with whatever he was imagining. “It’ll be great.”
We were?
It would?
“What does a little night entail?”
Wait.
I should’ve stopped this madness instead of agreeing to it.
Had I agreed to it?
He was so…Bishopy.
“I’ll play Daddy and make dinner and stuff like that. Then we’ll watch a movie or some cartoons and we’ll color.” He made it sound so logical, like we were both kids and he was pretending to be the dad. “I have friends that aren’t boyfriends, but one’s the little and one’s the Daddy.”
People did that?
I mean, real people, not just internet people.
Wait.
He really wanted to be my Daddy for the night?
He was the weirdest sub I’d ever met…but I wasn’t sure that was a bad thing.
I still wasn’t sure what to say, though.
“You don’t have to. I don’t mind playing by myself.” I had a great imagination and lots of toys…I was just missing a few things like confidence around strangers.
My polite response didn’t make him back down from his exciting new idea.
Daddying me.
“It’ll be fun. I haven’t had an excuse to make nuggets and mac and cheese in ages.” He paused, then charged right back in. “Oh, what about spaghetti?”
My stomach thought it all sounded wonderful, but I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea.
I meant to tell him that…I really did.
“I like nuggets and applesauce.” Shit. How had that escaped? “I mean—”
Bishop seemed to only hear the part he wanted to. “That’s a great plan. What’s your work schedule this week? We both know how flexible mine is.”
That got a chuckle out of me.
“Yeah.” A vacation would do that. He was just on vacation, right? “I’m pretty packed this week, but Friday is a lighter day for me. I could get off early.”
Shit.
Why had I told him that?
That sidetracked him. “Why are you that busy? I thought you were just exaggerating so we could have more time together this morning instead of rushing later in the week. Oh, did you decide to do on-camera work? I know you’d look fabulous in that red number Wesley wore a few weeks ago. I—”
“Wait.” I shook my head. “No red numbers.”
At least I managed to get that out without stumbling.
But as Bishop nodded, I knew there was a catch. “Pink. You’d look good in pink, you’re right.”
Good grief.
“We’re working on upgrading the site again. It’s giving us some headaches, though. We’re hoping to get it done by Thursday night so we can have a long weekend because it’s been a pain in the ass.” Thankfully, the work talk distracted him from the color discussion.
“Bigger pain in the ass than Eli or less than Eli?”