Page 59 of Who's Your Daddy

I only worked for the public.

Chapter 17

Terrence

Yep, Daddy needed me to be his big boy helper so his family didn’t flatten him. They had severe naughty problems, but I could fix it…and if I couldn’t, I’d make Leander do it.

He’d fix them once he realized they were a problem manners couldn’t fix.

“Daddy, do doorbells come in different sounds?” I was pretty sure they did but not sure enough to start off asking for him to buy a new one right off the bat.

He managed not to laugh but it looked hard. “Yes. Would you like us to pick out something that’s a bit more relaxing?”

“Yes, please.” The ding-dong sound was going to make me crazy. “Thank you, D—”

Oops.

“Enzo. Thank you, Enzo.” Daddy lost control of his giggles and they made me shiver. “You can’t do that.”

If I had to do my best to stay big and polite, he couldn’t laugh.

“Sorry.” Going back to his bored face, he let out a deep breath. “You’re just so cute and they’re so insane.”

They’d broken Daddy.

It was okay, though, because I was going to keep him safe.

“I’m not cute. I’m your grown-up boyfriend.” Hmm. “You can’t tell them we’re just dating or something. If I can’t call you Daddy, I’m going to call you boyfriend.”

Or partner if he was a pain in the butt about the boyfriend thing.

Daddy must’ve realized I could get clingier because he nodded quickly. “Boyfriend. Got it. That’s very reasonable considering how stressful they are and how serious we are.”

Good Daddy.

“Yes.” Kissing his cheek was my first instinct, but as I stepped back, I frowned. “We’re going to try that again.”

His lips twitched as I leaned in and gave him aboring dating guykiss, but I knew I’d done better. “Thank you, Enzo.”

Daddy’s eyes got wide. “That’s weird.”

Ha.

Got it right.

“I can be a boring grown-up.” It was just weird. And boring. And felt stupid. “I do it for work on a regular basis.”

I just had to think of it like work and not like real life.

Daddy scrunched his face up. “I don’t like that. You should be able to be yourself.”

It was kind of sweet that he thought people wanted to see the real me all the time. That wasn’t a good idea, though. “This is the not-personal me. I’m professional and I do my best to be boring. Sports confuse me because I’m very smart, but I like reading books about World War II, and I hint that I’m into D and D. People understand that enough to nod along and then they wander off.”

His head tilted. “Do you own anything related to Dungeons and Dragons?”

“No.” I shrugged. “I don’t let people in my house unless they can see me little. Well, contractors don’t count.”

That had him flashing me a grin. “Luckily for me.”

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