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“I…I like rewards.” That was probably important to make sure he knew. “And…and I’m not scared.”
Of spankings or anything else Terrence had talked about.
Some of the stuff I’d seen online might’ve made me nervous, but nothing I’d talked about with Bastian scared me.
“I’m glad you’re not scared, but a few butterflies in your stomach isn’t a bad thing.” Bastian smirked as his gaze dropped, so it looked like he could see through the table.
Wiggling.
I was wiggling.
Had he guessed the problem wasn’t butterflies?
Shoot. I did it again.
Sitting still was painful and so were my pants…but I did it and didn’t grab myself.
Just to fix my pants…not to play with myself.
Either way, it meant I should get another reward for being good, though.
I just had to figure out how to explain that without talking about orgasms in public. I wasn’t sure exactly what made a boy good enough to get that kind of reward, but I was fairly certaintalking about it when our waiter was coming up wouldn’t be a good idea.
Oh dear.
When had cousin Emilia started working there?
I really had too many relatives.
Chapter 12
Bastian
“I was very polite even when Emilia was a pain in the butt.” Aiming wide eyes at me that were definitely over-the-top, Orlando glanced between the houses as I finally pulled up in the driveway. “And we both played dumb really well, so it didn’t look manufactured at all.”
I was pretty sure that was because we both considered it a real date and not a fake one. But he wasn’t ready to stop the game yet, so I wasn’t in any rush to bring up reality. His brand of ridiculousness was much more entertaining than his family’s.
“We both did very well, you’re right, and you were polite and answered my questions.” Even when they made him squirm because his family had a truly mystifying list of what grown-ups did.
I couldn’t even put it down to homophobia or old-schoolreal mennonsense because it was all just insane and there was no logic to it.
White milk was for kids but chocolate was only for adults?
“I was very polite and agreed to have dessert here instead of at the restaurant.” Orlando seemed to think he got a reward for that but it’d been his idea.
However, one dry look had him smiling wider and pretending not to remember that part. “I was making our date easier on you.”
“You wanted to get us out before your mother showed up.” When he’d gone to the bathroom, he’d caught his cousin making a very excited phone call. So he’d tattled on her to her boss and we’d gotten the hell out of Dodge before we’d gone down the street to play at the old-school arcade that had everything from Skee ball machines to pinball, and everything in between.
“See? I was taking good care of you.” His view of taking care of me was fascinating. “You didn’t even have to grab my ass to make our date look real.”
Probably because it’d been real.
God only knew what we were doing, though.
“I’m not sure that was something you should be rewarded for.” Turning off the car, I frowned and shook my head. “I was promised kisses and ass grabs in exchange for a date to save you from your mother.”
And from the library lady…who may or may not know what was going on…that was still kind of unclear since Orlando didn’t think asking was safe.
