Page 6 of Colby's Lost Binky

He was chatting with Hudson, Bridger, and a woman who had just sat with them. For a split second, I wondered if I had read him wrong, if he was possibly interested in women and not men. But then the woman’s partner, or at least I assumed he was her partner based on their interactions, had her get up so he could sit down and pulled her onto his lap.

I wanted to call Hudson over and ask him some stupid question about work that I already knew the answer to just to get him alone long enough to find out the details of this daddy-vibes man. It wouldn’t be too hard for me to get the information from Hudson who he was. The thing was, Hudson didn’t know I was little and by asking the questions that were brewing about this man, he was definitely not going to answer with that lense. That was unless I told him about myself, and that had the potential to make things at work very awkward. Even in kink circles, age play wasn’t always accepted the same as other kinks. It could easily be a turnoff for Hudson. For all I knew, he was into rope play or something very different from my likes. I didn’t think so, but the conversation would for sure be a risk.

The more I thought about the man, the more confused I got. But there was one thing I knew; I might not have a clue what to do about my attraction, but I knew I wanted to do something. And in between making coffees and cleaning and delivering food, I couldn’t help but enjoy watching him. Maybe if I stared long enough, all the answers would appear. Doubtful, but it could happen.

Part of me wanted to slip my binky hero my number, let him know I was interested. But he was dressed well, really well. He wasn’t wearing discount store jeans. The man had money. He wasn’t showing it off by donning all designer clothes that new money had or anything like that, but he wasn’t struggling. And me? I pretty much moved on to the struggle bus. I was couch-surfing, for goodness’ sake.

What would he see in me? Somebody looking for his money, as a sugar baby? I never would be that boy, but I could see how it would look that way to pretty much anyone, especially since I was working here.

The night ticked on, and people from the munch started to leave. It was now or never. If I was going to do something to thank him, my window was closing.

Sure, it probably wasn’t time for us to explore possibly going out or even doing a scene, but he was owed a thank-you. That was for sure. I took out my wallet and grabbed a ten-dollar bill. It wasn’t much, but it would be a good thank-you. It was the thought that counted, right?

I loaded it onto a gift card and ran out back to fill out the actual thank-you card I was going to give to him without my coworkers seeing it. But when I came back out, he was gone. Almost everybody from the munch was. I hemmed and hawed over the words too long and now I was too late.

“Hey.” Hudson stood at the counter. It was weird seeing him as a customer. “Do you mind if I get a couple of bagels to go? I don’t want to have to worry about breakfast in the morning.”

“Oh yeah, sure. I’ll grab them and bring them out to you.” I got his order, the gift card burning a hole in my pocket. When I reached his table, Bridger was there, and I figured it was time to shoot my shot.

“This is for your friend. He found something of mine, and I wanted to thank him.”

Hudson laughed.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He took his boyfriend’s hand. “It’s just... Did I ever tell you about how I met Bridger?”

Chapter Six

Barrister

“He wasn’t interested.”

Stan sat in the chair opposite my desk—his old desk—one leg crossed over the other. “What makes you so sure?”

“Well, he didn’t act like it.” I reached into my top drawer and pulled out the gift card. “Look what he sent me via Bridger. A gift card. How does that say, Be my daddy?

“No wonder you’re all alone.” He tsked and reached for his coffee cup on the desk. “Son, when you came into this practice, I knew you were a talented doctor with a lot to learn.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He took a long sip. “Virginia still makes awful coffee.”

“So, why are you drinking it?”

“Oh, you get used to it. I kind of miss the bitterness. Anyway, back to you.” He raised one gray brow. “You’re also a talented daddy with a lot to learn.”

“What do you mean by that?” I got that he’d had to teach me about being in private practice. It was sure different from being a military doctor where my patients for the most part had to take my advice as orders. But a daddy with a lot to learn?

“I mean, I heard all about the other night. How that cute little flushed and stammered and did everything but hop in your lap.”

“Uh, no. He was very clear that he did not want to see me again, just gave me the brush-off. And what was I supposed to do? Drag him out on a date to play at Chained?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of a hint? If he didn’t want to see you again, why would he have sent you a card that was guaranteed to have you visit his workplace? Presumably to see him?”

“I am not so sure about that. It was more a finder’s reward. Just a thank-you.”

Dr. Stan fixed me with a stare I suspected had only been bestowed upon his most recalcitrant patients. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. I felt about seven years old and not too bright.

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