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“It’s okay to say it sounds scary and confusing.” I just grinned when he nodded seriously. “Austin was just being helpful, though. I’m not his type and Silas has never even thought about making a move on me. He’ll hug me and stuff like that but his hands have never wandered.”

Even if Austin had told him to feel my ass one time.

They had a weird relationship.

Chapter 5

Tyson

So far. So good.

No glaring red flags.

No confusing answers to questions like what do you do for a living.

No unexplainable eating habits or confusing hobbies.

He hadn’t even screamed at me that I’d glared at him.

Or that I’d smiled at him wrong.

“You look confused.” One glass of wine was all it had taken to help Dessie forget that he’d been nervous when we’d first met. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. I’m sorry.” Confessing I was being ridiculous seemed like a better idea than making him think he was the problem.

Because that was where his mind went every time there was a hiccup.

“I was actually thinking that everything had been going so smoothly that I was pleasantly surprised…and kind of wondering when things would explode?” Before I could apologize for that, he had his lips pressed together and was trying not to smile.

“You haven’t told me that I’m not aiming high enough in my career or told me that I’m not supposed to like little food when I’m big, oh, and you haven’t told me that my limits are inappropriate for a first date.” Dessie laughed when I nodded. “Yeah, I had the same thoughts a few minutes ago.”

Looking down at his glass, he sighed. “I wouldn’t have said it before the wine, though.”

Dinner had been wonderful, but yes, the wine had been the best idea when it came to actually getting to know him without his worries getting in the way.

“I’m glad it’s not just me.” He was a nice guy and a sweet omega, so I was honestly surprised at how hard it’d been for him to meet someone. “Dating has been a struggle.”

Dessie blinked, clearly thinking about the main issue, but he kept it to himself. “Yeah, people have just been…they haven’t had a lot of patience or common sense lately.”

“I would have to agree with you there.” Holding up my glass to toast him with the last of my wine, I winked. “To sane dates, no matter what happens next.”

He mirrored my toast but gave me a rueful grin. “I’m not the one who’s going to be difficult. I’m cute when I’m little, and I’ll only whine about desserts and attention.”

Dessie pointed to the last of his cheesecake before nodding in my direction. “You, on the other hand…”

Wine had definitely loosened his tongue and given his confidence a boost.

“I know.” Shrugging, I refused to back down from the conversation we needed to have if we were going to move forward. “If it helps to ignore how much of a pain in the ass I’mgoing to be, I think you’re sexy as hell when you smile and I’ve been trying to imagine how you’ll react when I spank you for the first time.”

The adorable brat sighed like I’d spouted off poetry. “It does. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Not sure what to say next, I nodded toward the mostly empty wineglass he was currently playing with and rolling between his fingers. “Would you like another glass?”

I expected him to say no, but he frowned at his glass for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know. One makes me chatty, which you can tell. I’m pretending I’m not going to be embarrassed about this in the morning. But two, it…well, it might make me little or naughty. It could go either way. Or both ways.”

Groaning out something about regretting life choices once he sobered up, Dessie took a deep breath before I could decide how to respond…or if I’d heard him correctly. “As my date, what would you like me to do? If you were my Daddy, what would you have me do?”

Going right to giving him another glass would probably make me a bad person.

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