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Chapter seventeen
Sam
Mid-October
“Sam!”
My heart stuttered as I jumped so high off my office chair that it nearly slid out from under me. I clutched my chest gingerly, hoping I wasn’t about to have a heart attack as I spun in my chair to see Alex smirking at me from a few feet away. It’d been weeks since I’d sent Cameron that fateful email, and I hadn’t heard a word from him, so my emotions were on a hair trigger.
“Shit, dude!” I hissed at him, keeping my voice down, because of course we were at work. And because we were goddamn professionals. “You just took five years off my life.”
He grabbed the back of my chair and twirled me in it. I let the chair spin and enjoyed the slightly weightless feeling. I’d finally found binders I felt comfortable in and the T had already redistributed a lot of the fat in my body, so I felt the weightlessthing on a soul level. Though I couldn’t wait until I was eligible for top surgery in December.
“You’re fine, man.” Then all joviality disappeared from his features as he dropped lightly into his seat with the grace of a bird. “Wait—youarefine, right? I didn’t really give you a heart attack, did I?”
I kept a straight face for a few seconds too long just to fuck with him. Then, abruptly, I grinned. “Just messing with you, dude. I’m totally fine.”
“Oh, good.” He sighed dramatically as he logged into his computer after being gone so long at his mid-morning meeting. “So how are things with Cameron?”
I turned back to my computer and quickly responded to an instant message that had just come in. IT, at HR’s insistence, had finally figured out how to change my display name in all our programs a few weeks ago, and I still got a rush of euphoria every time I saw it. “They’re great. He’s . . . he’s incredible.”
“Your heart eyes are adorable, schmoopy.”
“Shut it,” I grumbled under my breath. “But yeah, he’s amazing.”
“Seriously, I’m so glad to hear it. You deserve everything he can give you and more.”
“Thanks,” I mumbled, trying to hide my smile and failing as I skimmed the email that just came in. “But . . .”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex’s head whip toward me like a shark smelling blood. “But what, dude?”
I sighed, archiving the email. “I told him.”
Alex was silent for a minute before I heard him gasp. At the sound, I turned to him. “You told him you’re S.M.C.?”
I just nodded, holding his gaze. “Yeah. We, uh . . .” I realized then that I hadn’t told Alex this story, so I gave him the abridged version. “Remember you telling me about the Daddy’s Boy app and how they had meetups and everything?”
He nodded.
“So I finally went to one, a meeting for transgender Daddies, actually.”
Alex’s eyes widened, but he stayed uncharacteristically silent.
“I met some really amazing people there, and one of them—Ethan, actually, who isn’t trans but is the founder of the app—invited me to his Daddies and Subs Club.”
This time, Alex’s gasps were laced with excitement. “You met Ethan? That’s amazing! Not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous.”
I chuckled. “He’s a great guy. I finally took him up on his offer and went last month.”
His eyes flashed. Uh-oh. “This has been going on for over a month, and you haven’t told me?”
I raised my hands, palms out, between us. “Hey, man—it’s been a lot to process. Sorry I didn’t fill you in sooner.”
