Page 7 of Awakening His Daddy

“Maybe, I don’t know, but what are you doing here?” His words turn accusatory to me.

I almost panic. He can’t know I’m a part of the group, if that’s even why he’s here, but then I remember the real reason I’m here.

“Leo called me to pick him up, but then he found the lumberjack and left before I got here. So, I decided to stay and have a drink.”

“You need another one it seems.” He raises two fingers to the bartender, who comes back with two whiskeys.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“I just got here! Yours was my second one.”

I bet he was at work all day, and he’s probably tired as hell.

“Fine, but only one more. I don’t want you to get into an accident or try to drive home.”

“I didn’t drive here.”

“Then we’ll see how you feel after one more.” If he wanted to come out and let off some steam or find a hook-up, I shouldn’t interfere.

“Yes, sir.” He salutes me.

“I thought I was Daddy?” I did not just say that.

“I wish you were.” He leans over and rests his head on my bicep. “I would be such a good boy, and I would suck you so good.” He moves back, clearly oblivious to the effect his words have on me. “But I know you’re not into me. I’m just an annoying kid, and I have a dick.”

“Hey.” I turn him to look at me with a finger under his chin. “You’re not annoying. You’re smart, sweet, and hardworking.” His eyes hold so much hope as I look at him. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”

“But not you?”

“Well, as you mentioned, you have a dick.” I try to lighten the moment and end up looking down at his tight jeans, which aren’t hiding anything.

“It’s just a dick. It doesn’t bite.” He adjusts himself, and I find the movement enticing. Itisjust a dick. I have one too.

Nope. No dicks.

“But it spits.” I wrinkle my nose and hope he giggles to relieve whatever this tension is.

“Good one.” He takes a sip of his drink. “How was work today?”

“Fine.” I give him the generic response, but it doesn’t seem right to stop at that. “Actually, there was a pair of officers getting lunch at a restaurant when someone cut in front of them in line.”

“Is that a crime?” he asks with wide eyes.

“No, but attempting to rob the place is.”

“He tried to rob the restaurant? With the cops there? He doesn’t seem too smart.”

“Nope, the officers arrested him before the cashier even noticed what was happening.” I laugh lightly. “How was yours?”

“It was good. It’s fun to start a new project. I love the planning part almost as much as the doing part, but some people are just mean.”

“Who’s mean to you? I’ll kick their butts.”

He giggles and takes another sip.

“Not all of them, but sometimes people are just jerks. Like they don’t want me to tear up their yard, but I can’t fix it if I don’t build it. It’s not like I have a magic wand. I’m not your fairy godmother.” He squints. “Godfather, god-landscape architect? Which would be right?” He cocks his head to think about it.

I’m about to answer that I have no clue, but he gasps.

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