Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I knew I was right.
“Okay, I’m going to talk to Roman and probably Eli about this, and then I’ll figure out what to do next.” Emerson took a deep breath and seemed to push his worries to the back of his head as he stole Lane’s drink.
“Hey.” Lane reached out with gimme fingers, but Emerson just giggled and took a long sip of the fruity concoction.
“I need this more than you.” Emerson flashed me a teasing grin as he finally relaxed. “Besides, you should be interrogating Ian, not fighting with me. I haven’t heard anything about the sexy guy he was chatting up at the party.”
Lane went back to giggling, and it was my turn to sigh and turn into a drama queen. “He’s a sub.”
A big sexy, sweet pup who seemed smart and funny…and a sub.
Emerson winced. “Oh, that sucks.”
I knew a few subs who’d fallen in love with other subs and made it work, but that wasn’t me. I knew what I needed and what I wanted…
A Daddy.
I needed a Daddy.
I wanted a man to hold me tight while I watched cartoons, who’d give me a bath with bubbles and toys, and a tender Dom who’d take care of me and give me rules when he knew I needed them.
Imagining myself in a relationship without that was impossible…which was why I’d been perpetually single for the longest time.
“He didn’t say anything about being a switch either. He just talked about being a pup.” Deflecting a bit seemed like the best idea, so I kept going. “He’s a friend of Wesley’s…He’s Bishop.”
Gossip and good stories went through the company fast, so Emerson nodded, connecting the dots. “He looks just as happy and sexy as Wesley said he was.”
That had all of us giggling and I leaned back against the couch, sighing. “Yeah, he was really nice. He mentioned wanting to have lunch or something soon. He’s going to call me tomorrow. So maybe I’ll drag a few other guys along so he can meet more people?”
“You know…” Lane’s voice trailed off softly as he blushed. “I mean, if you have a lunch where it’s just the two of you, it might be more…romantic?”
Emerson snorted. “Coming from the guy who stalked his boyfriend, that’s not what I think you meant to say.”
Groaning, Lane frowned, stole his drink back, and helped himself to the wonderfully slushy contents. “I just made sure I was at the coffee shop when he took lunch. Stalking is walking by his work a thousand times a day or figuring out where he lived and being weird.”
Maybe.
“I’m not sure Bishop was looking for romance, though.” Sure, he’d been smiling and happy and once in a while something would twinkle in his eyes, but it wasn’t an I’m going to be your Dom look.
“You never know about that kind of stuff.” Emerson sighed, looking longingly at our drinks. “The right guy just might pop up at a surprise engagement party or a weird business meeting.”
Probably not…at least the engagement party one.
But the business meeting?
That was entirely possible as long as Emerson got a little bit of a push.
“Come on.” I managed to stand and look very stable, so I knew it was time for more slushies. “You need a drink and we need to hear more about your sexy sewing Dom.”
That had everyone giggling again and Lane nodded eagerly. “I bet he’s very creative.”
I wasn’t sure if Lane meant it in a dirty way or not, but Emerson and I certainly heard it that way because we started laughing so hard I had to sit down on the couch. When we could finally breathe, Lane connected the dots and blushed. “I didn’t mean that.”
We did.
“Any guy who’s into corsets and wants a living sex doll to pose had to be kinky, right?” I glanced between the two guys, who were both now shrugging.
I’d been aiming for light and teasing, but Emerson pouted and teased back. “Any guy who spends half the night talking to a little and smiling at him like he’s the cutest thing since sliced bread has to be at least a switch, right?”
We were both totally screwed.
Bishop was always going to be a sub and scary sewing Dom was going to end up being straight.
Chapter 6
Cohen
This was definitely the least logical way I’d ever gone about trying to date someone, but I wasn’t sure there’d been a better path.
There had to have been a more romantic one, though.
So as I pulled up in front of the house with Bishop parking behind me, I decided to shift gears. He might need to show me his pup side before we went too far, but that didn’t mean we had to rush to get there.
I had a basic plan in place by the time I got out of the car and a more complete one as he finally climbed out of his and brought the duffel bag with the mysterious contents up to the door. He looked sheepish or maybe nervous, so I did my best to look relaxed as I raised one eyebrow. “Are you okay?”