Page 62 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
He crossed his arms, eyeing me for a few eternal seconds before releasing them to his lap. “Okay, you’re forgiven. Just don’t do it again.”
His glare only made me want to smile, and I wasn’t sure if I was just immune to his Daddy charms because I was one, too, or if he wasn’t really a Daddy like he thought. Or maybe he just didn’t fully lean into it around me, at work.
That could make sense. Hmm.
“Okay, I promise.”
“Good.” His face split into a grin. “So what happened at the club?”
My shoulders fell as I let out a full-body exhale. “Cameron was there. Apparently, that’s the club he attends.” A month later, I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t put two and two together and realized it was Cameron’s meetup. “We, uh . . . well, he was pretty mad, so he yelled at me for a bit before he kissed me.”
Alex squealed abruptly, but he quickly covered the sound up so all anyone would’ve heard was a less-than-a-second squeak. “What?” he whisper-yelled.
I let my grin make an appearance. “Yeah. And it was even better than I’d imagined.”
He danced in his seat, his sparkling eyes and barely muted shrieks belying his excitement. “Gah! I bet! So what happened after that?”
Still smiling, I gave him a brief rundown of the evening, of Cameron claiming me in front of his friends, whatever that would end up meaning. But it of course ended on a low note, on how guilty I felt in the aftermath, leading to me sending that email. And of the silence that had followed.
Alex stared at the low-pile carpet as I fell silent, letting him process. Then he spoke, and I never could’ve predicted what he said next. “Okay—we’re going out.”
It was my turn to whisper-yell. “What?!”
His eyes narrowed at me. “You need to get out of your head. You’re obsessing, right? I can tell. So come with me to Mix It Up tonight.”
I blinked, gulping once. “Mix It Up?”
Alex grinned. “Yeah. Seattle’s best-kept secret, an upscale gay bar in Capitol Hill. You been?”
I felt myself blushing and couldn’t stop it. “Um, yeah. That’s where the club was. Where Cameron and I kissed.”
“Damn, man!” Alex whistled lowly, and I snickered. “My boy is growing up!”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile. I just turned back toward my computer so he wouldn’t notice it.
“Okay, then,” Alex started, spinning in his chair to face his computer as well. “Let’s focus. We’ve gotta get this clientpackage finished up for final review first thing tomorrow, and doors open in three hours. Chop, chop!”
***
Our work took longer than expected, but Alex insisted we stop by his place to change anyway. In no time at all, I was wearing Alex’s sparkly, skintight, almost see-through long-sleeved black shirt that hid the binder I was wearing—I’d changed out of it at work hours ago to give myself a breather before putting it back on for tonight.
Alex’s shirt showed a sliver of skin at my waist with a ridiculous yet weirdly comfortable pair of black leather pants I’d had to squeeze into. Alex was built like a twink, for sure, but I’d somehow not crushed on him when we’d met. The universe had known what it was doing—we never would’ve worked. He was too bossy for that. But whether that meant he was a Daddy or a brat remained to be seen. I suspected brat, though he professed otherwise. Time would tell.
Alex was in a pair of white leather booty shorts and an off-the-shoulder oversized T-shirt in a rainbow ombre. He wore matching white thigh-high boots.
He’d signed off on the black laced boots I’d worn to work. He said they went well with the pants—leather pants that would likely generate curious and jealous looks, because, let’s be honest, my ass was perfection—and I wasn’t going to argue. I was glad to have a piece of myself with me tonight.
We barely made it to the club before eight. Our longer work hours today would make for a shorter day tomorrow, so I wasn’t complaining, but I wasn’t sure how much fun we’d have time for tonight.
After paying the cover charge at the door and filling out name tags with our gender preferences—that was odd—and“availability to play,” whatever that meant, we stepped inside. And my mouth dropped.
This was not the understated, chill, almost cozy Mix It Up I’d experienced last month. Not even close.
“Alex . . .” I warned loud enough for him to hear me over the pulsing dance music.
He grabbed my upper arm. “I swear, I didn’t know!”
