Page 27 of Who's Your Daddy

“That’s right.” I almost smiled as he tipped over and landed on the bed. “And does it matter if you’re big or little?”

Shaking his head, Terrence looked slightly skeptical even though he seemed to be trying to hide it. “Nope.”

“That’s right.” Deciding that he needed more information, I shrugged. “Because it’s owned by another cousin and he knows how to mind his own business.”

“Oh.” Curiosity and relief flashed over his face. “Naughty cousin?”

“Yep.” But we weren’t at the point where I should be sharing other people’s secrets, so I leaned over and tickled him for a few seconds. “Dinner. I’m starving, little boy.”

Laughing, he flopped around like a wiggly octopus even after I stopped teasing him. “You knew I was little.”

It wasn’t really a question but it seemed like one. “Yes. You were not as sneaky as you thought you were.” That earned me an adorably confused look and I wanted to laugh again. “We helped you empty out your kitchen. You had bottles in there and one of them said Daddy’s Little Slut.”

“Oh. Leander gave it to me.” Huffing, he made a dramatic flop on the bed. “I forgot.”

“It’s okay.” It’d made us feel a lot more relaxed about being ourselves, so I’d never had an issue with it. “I liked knowing you wouldn’t be shocked that I was a Daddy.”

Back to giggling, Terrence flopped over onto me again, knocking me back so I was lying on the bed. “You do good Daddy frowns.”

Rolling my eyes got more snickers from the silly boy. “Because you’re always doing naughty things.”

“No.” Dragging out his denial, he couldn’t make it believable no matter how serious he tried to look. “I’m Daddy’s good boy.”

It still wasn’t believable.

“Alright then. Let’s see if my good boy can behave while we have dinner.” And while I got to know him better.

I knew my client Terrence and I knew the nutty cutie who kept trying to pretend he was boringly normal…but neither of those was the real Terrence. I’d gotten peeks at him, but it was time to see him without any pretense.

“Good boys get rewards.” Wiggling excitedly, he climbed off me and scampered off the bed. “Clothes time, Daddy.”

Because he was recharged and starving.

“Did you eat lunch?” I knew my question wasn’t too far off base when he froze and slowly turned around to face me at a snail’s pace. “Did you eat anything with protein and vegetables in it?”

“Do peanuts count? Are they a vegetable?” His confused expression made the question believable and not like he was doing his best to waste time, but it answered my question without him meaning to.

“Cookies or a candy bar?” Sitting up, I did my best to look serious and not laugh. He was just so dramatic and had the best expressions.

I definitely hadn’t paid enough attention to him today, though, or I’d have already known the answer to that question.

It was taking him entirely too long to think of a good way to answer me, which made me sigh. “You need real food and at least one vegetable.”

“People don’t die of scurvy after missing one meal of veggies, Daddy. I checked.” His expression was serious enough that I had no doubt he’d googled that fact. “But veggies and noodles are happy together, so I’ll be very good.”

“I’m glad.” I wasn’t going to argue with him about when scurvy set in, though. “Alright. Show me what your clothes choices are and do you want a shower before we go to dinner? I need to change clothes at the very least.”

Instead of considering the question like I’d expected, he lifted one arm and sniffed. “No. I don’t stink.”

We should probably think about taking a detour to buy bubble bath on the way home.

“Perfect.” I could’ve told him that, though. “Clothes time.”

Then it was off to get dinner because I was pretty sure I was hearing his stomach growling from halfway across the room.

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“So you’re all bi. You’re a Daddy. The cousins you work with are cool with that. Oh, and my kitchen is almost done.” Terrence just seemed to be listing off facts he knew as he rocked side to side in his booth.

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