Page 40 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
His eyes shot wide. “Sam?”
Now my eyes mirrored his. “What—how did you guess that?”
He squeezed me into his side in a half-hug. “First, your entire face lit up. Second, he’s the only guy I’ve ever seen you this gone for, and you’ve barely even had a conversation. And third . . . well, that’s enough.” He grinned. “So how was it?”
“Well . . .” I averted my gaze, swirling the cocktail straws in my rum and coke.
“Camothy.”
“Okay, so I kinda . . .yelledat him.” I scrunched down in my seat, bracing for his reaction.
Tris smacked my arm, as I knew he would. “Cameron! What the hell?”
“I know! I know, okay? He was just there looking all hot and perfect and delicious—”
“So you yelled at him like you were on the middle school playground?”
“When you put it that way . . .” I mumbled, still chasing the ice around my glass with my straw.
“What the hell other way am I supposed to put it? Cameron, I told you to put yourself out there, and I’m proud of you for doing so and going to that class, but the universe gifted you a second chance by seeing Sam again, and you take his head off? What. The. Hell?” He punctuated his last words with more smacks to my arm, which was starting to get sore.
I yanked my arm back as he was still swinging at it. “I was nicer after that, and I gave him my number, so chill!”
He abruptly froze. “You . . . you what?! You gave him your number? Really?”
Grinning, I nodded, knowing what was coming next.
He started bouncing up and down in his seat. “Aw, Cammy, that’s amazing! Itwasmy advice, wasn’t it? I knew it! How did that happen? Tell meeverything.”
I leaned in, prepared to spill the tea, but as I did, I glanced at my phone. Had it been a half hour already? “Hold that thought—I need to go to the restroom.”
I shoved at Tris, who had me blocked in, but he wouldn’t move. “Just when it was getting good!”
Pressing on his chest, I promised, “I’ll finish when I get back, but I’ve got to go right now.”
Tristan finally stood but grabbed my hand before I could make my exit, his face suddenly serious. “You okay, Cameron? You’re going to the bathroom a lot. Are you getting sick?” His hand flew to my forehead.
Fighting the urge to blush, I waved his hand away. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “I just need to go.”
He eyed me, nodding warily. “Okay, whatever you say, man.” Thankfully, he turned to chat with Nate and Anson across the table, two guys who had been best friends since they’d met as teenagers. Everyone in our group knew they would one day get together, but so far, they seemed to be the only ones who hadn’t sensed the chemistry between them.
Ethan, our group’s fearless leader, stopped me before I could get any farther with a gentle hand to my arm. “Cameron, are you okay?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “I’m okay, Ethan, thanks. I appreciate you checking in.”
“Having fun tonight?”
I stifled a groan, knowing he was just being kind. How could I wrap this up quickly? “I am. You know I always love hanging out with you guys. I just kinda need to . . .” I let my voice trail off as I nodded meaningfully toward the bathroom hallway.
“Ah.” He took a deliberate step out of my way, lowering his hand. “Please, don’t let me keep you.”
With a single nod and a quiet “thanks,” I ducked around him, hurrying now. I didn’t want to be late. I couldn’t be late. Not for Daddy.
My feet carried me to the bathroom quickly, the base rubbing between my cheeks, reminding me it was still there.
As if I could forget.
Every movement, every shift in my stance, in my seat, brought the plug’s presence front and center in my mind. And because Daddy had ordered it, he was always on my mind, too.
