Page 42 of Who's Your Daddy

“Wow, there’s a notes app on here.” Terrence’s shocked tone echoing through the house had me fighting not to laugh as I made my way downstairs. “Oh, that’s amazing. I’m so smart.”

There wasn’t a damned bit of humility in his entire body.

He did, however, do a wonderful job of playing hide-and-seek with the fucking coffee machine.

“Found it.” Somehow it’d migrated to his downstairs bathroom, but I relocated it to someplace less disgusting andstarted making coffee in the corner of the kitchen that was technically completely done. “There we go.”

My to-do list had gotten slightly out of order but that was probably because I should’ve put caffeine at the top. “Now clothes.”

Before the guys arrived.

Normally I wouldn’t have worried because it was ridiculously early thanks to Terrence’s excitable bladder and natural curiosity, but my phone had been suspiciously quiet, so I knew they’d show up before too long.

It would’ve been too much to hope otherwise.

Yep, I was right.

They started showing up nearly thirty minutes earlier than usual, but the muffins were done and I was on my second cup of coffee and my third stack of random shit, so I didn’t mind. Terrence probably wouldn’t care either since he was well caffeinated and on his second round of congratulating himself over being smart in his sleep.

“The guys are here.” The thud and quietly whispered “Fuck” coming from Terrence’s office said he’d forgotten that they would show up eventually. “If I’m supposed to be subtle, you need to let me know.”

I thought it was a reasonable question but he made a confused sound and then there was nothing but silence for entirely too long.

“About what? You didn’t penetrate me yet.” Terrence’s logic was amazing as always, but my favorite part about the whole situation was that he managed to time it perfectly.

I’d opened the door just as Orlando made it up to the porch.

My cutie walked out of his office in his dentist jammies and for some reason was looking down the front of his pants, frowning at his penis…or maybe his underwear…it was hard to tell from my angle.

Not laughing at his antics would kill me one day.

Orlando started coughing and giving him a wide-eyed expression that made him look like a cartoon character.

The drama made Terrence sigh as he looked up and frowned. “I’m starting to understand why he always giggles when I walk into a room.”

And that started the giggles.

Shaking his head, Terrence turned around and headed toward the stairs. “I’m going to get a shower and pretend to restart the day. When I come back downstairs, you guys are going to thank me for the muffins and no one is going to ask anything ridiculous.”

I had every intention of obeying his dramatic edict and keeping my delight to myself…until he started muttering. “I do that well enough on my own. We don’t need anyone else helping with it.”

My laughter didn’t help his mood but it seemed to give him a small orgasm based on his moan.

That definitely didn’t help Orlando’s ability to control himself, but he bounced off toward the kitchen, which would hopefully muffle the sound. “Muffin time. I’ll behave.”

Probably not, but we’d see.

“Do I want to know?” Carlo followed just far enough behind Orlando that he’d missed the drama, but his expression said he knew something was up. “He’s already laughing.”

“No.” I’d give Orlando the chance to explain the situation later since it would definitely be funnier from his perspective. “But you can start working on the touch-ups.”

No matter how much my cutie complained, I was pretty sure we’d finish up everything today and get his appliances back in place.

I was hoping we could transition right to work, but as Sergio followed Carlo in and we headed for the kitchen, everyone stopped and stared at me as we got there. “Fine. What do you want to know?”

With Terrence in the shower, it was probably the most privacy we’d have all day. “Quietly. If you’re loud, you go right to work without muffins.”

Pointing at them and taking one more proved my point…and it also got me a two-minute reprieve while they cleaned out the last of the muffins.

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