Page 7 of Taste Me Daddy

Maybe it’s a chance I just have to take?

Chapter 3

Korben

‘So… are you in or not?’ Korben asked, not entirely sure whether Michael was on board with Korben’s Kandies.

‘I’m thinking,’ Michael said, a somewhat gruff tone in his voice. ‘Wait here. I’ll be back in a moment.’

With that, Korben watched on in astonishment as Michael turned and left the studio.

Who does he think he is?

He should feel lucky to have the chance to invest!

And why does he have to be so handsome too?

Korben stomped his foot in frustration. Having given it his all in describing the various flavors, designs, and potential of his business, Korben was feeling sure that Michael would immediately respond with a big, fat YES.

But watching Michael leave the workshop with a stern look on his face, Korben was beginning to wonder whether he was going to be getting any investment whatsoever.

Somehow, Korben’s impending sense of disappointment was made worse by the fact that Michael was the most handsome, dashing man he’d clapped eyes on in… well, pretty much ever.

The way that Michael towered over him in his sharp suit was one thing, and the fact that the shape and sturdiness of his body was so clearly evident was something else. Korben had felt his cock tingle and twitch each and every time they made eye contact, and Korben was now beginning to wonder whether Michael had noticed this…

‘OMG, I’m such a dork,’ Korben said, shaking his head. ‘This t-shirt is so thin and flimsy. Michael probably saw me and thought I’m some kind of dumb hipster. I’m so silly. I knew I should have worn something more formal. Argh.’

Korben wanted to jump up and down in frustration, and it was only the threat of Michael walking back in that stopped his from doing this.

In that moment, Korben’s mind was cast back to his days at Law School. Everything was always so serious and formal, and Korben hated the fact that he had to dress so soberly at his internships. One of the things he loved most about being his own boss was wearing creative and easy fit clothes and not worrying about what a boss or colleague would think.

But with the possibility that Michael had taken one glance at his outfit and judged his as some kind of himbo hipster was enough to make Korben want to run into the nearest department store and put on a hundred business suits all at once.

‘Jazz, I think this has been a disaster,’ Korben said. ‘At least he didn’t seem phased by you. That’s one thing, I suppose. He probably thought you were just my little mascot. But don’t worry, you and I both know that you’re my best friend in the whole world.’

Korben picked Jazz up and gave him a big squeeze.

The two of them had been partners in candy and fun for so long, going all the way back to Korben’s childhood. Korben and Jazz had been through good times and bad together, and that was always going to be the case. Korben knew that pretty much any situation could be made better by giving his most cherished stuffie a big hug.

‘Squeeze any harder and you might make the little guy wish he was back in the Pacific,’ Michael chuckled, walking back into the workshop with a knowing look on his face. ‘So. I’ve given it some thought.’

‘Yes?’ Korben asked, a hundred thoughts all flying around his head at once as he desperately tried to process exactly what direction Michael was about to take the conversation.

‘I think your presentation was unusual,’ Michael said, stepping toward Korben but keeping a professional distance. ‘But sometimes, unusual is good. It lets me know that I’m dealing with a singular voice, someone who isn’t afraid of doing things differently. And as an investor, that can be a very, very good sign.’

‘So you’re saying, you’re going to…’ Korben said, afraid to finish off the sentence for fear of jinxing it.

‘I’m saying I want to invest,’ Michael said. ‘But I’ll do it on the understanding that you’ll allow me to guide you on areas of business where I know best. I’ll never interfere with your flavors, your designs, or your quite wonderful candy wrappings. But when it comes to money, suppliers, and distribution deals, I’ll expect to take a firm, controlling hand over matters.’

Korben wasn’t sure how to respond to what Michael was saying.

On the one hand, it sounded like Michael was offering up his money and giving Korben carte blanche to keep doing what he loved. But on the other hand, there was no denying that Michael wouldn’t exactly be the silent partner that Korben had been so personally insistent upon having.

There was one other thing to contend with too… and that was just how insanely attracted Korben was to Michael. Michael was big, strong, and his ease with Jazz was strongly suggestive of the fact that he could be a Daddy too.

But it was Michael’s green eyes that did it for Korben.

All his life, Korben had dreamed of a Daddy with green eyes. It was inexplicable, but true. Korben had met many handsome Daddies when he was out with his fellow Little friends. Nice, sexy, grumpy, kinky, dominant, and pretty much every other variety of Daddy you could think of. But somehow Korben had never met a green eyed Daddy… until now.

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