Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Aww.
How was I supposed to be frustrated with someone who was such a cute pain in the butt?
I nodded and whispered back. “Thank you, Daddy. Me too.”
He gave a decisive nod and straightened like we were in a business meeting and millions of dollars were at stake. “I hope that your day was productive and you accomplished your goals, Dane?”
How was that even cuter?
“Yes. Thank you for asking, Wright.” Making sure I didn’t say Daddy seemed like it would be harder than I’d thought it would because the word almost jumped out. “Let me double-check a few things with James, and then I’m going to ask about your day when we go upstairs.”
I was more than ready for my part of the workday to be over.
Giving him a quick peck, I hurried over to James and gave him some last-minute instructions as I waved at another one of my nosy neighbors who was buying something she didn’t need. Sales were incredible today but I was starting to worry about how the refunds would look over the next few days.
When he was set for the afternoon, I smiled at Ms. Adams as I took one of Daddy’s smaller limbs and led him toward the stairs near the door to the storeroom. She was doing her best to listen in, so I chattered about how busy we’d been until we made it upstairs.
Freedom.
As soon as we had privacy, Daddy swept me up in his arms and cuddled me tight. It was another too-sweet-to-complain-about moment, so I curled into him and tried not to send mixed signals with my emotions. “Was your day productive, Daddy?”
He nodded and seemed relieved to be able to snuggle me close. “Yes, my Dane. Too productive, however. I was unable to attend to you as much as I had planned. I feel I must apologize for not being able to contact you via text message as often as I would have liked.”
Aww.
“That’s okay, Daddy.” I kissed his cheek, feeling slightly guilty about the relief that flashed through me. Hoping he’d missed that emotion, I focused on happy thoughts and on being glad to see him again. “You texted me as often as you could and you sent your friends to meet me. You did great.”
And I’d been polite to them.
And my odd praise hadn’t even come out snarky.
I was a fabulous little and mate.
Daddy’s relief was obvious as his limbs petted over me and he took me right to the playroom. When he’d snuggled us into what had become the cuddle chair, he curled me up like a baby and started the gentle glide back and forth. “You are a very good mate and did not complain about my lack of caretaking.”
Before I could ask him if this was a mate thing, because he was more worked up than I’d expected, he petted over my head and seemed to relax even more. “It was not my personal attention. However, I hoped by sending friends, you would understand your value to me, little human.”
Aww, now I couldn’t even be pissed at the strangers showing up to make me coffee.
“They were very nice and I liked meeting your friends.” Giving up on being able to complain effectively, I closed my eyes and let him rock me. “They were very interesting and Evan made me coffee.”
I decided I didn’t need to mention that he’d giggled the whole time, mostly because I didn’t think Daddy would understand why it’d been so funny.
“They are highly educated. I knew you would appreciate meeting such career-focused individuals.” Daddy’s description of them was so perfectly Daddy that it chased the last of my frustration away.
“Yeah, Evan talked about his degree and Aristotle said something about humans having fascinating physiological and emotional responses to stimuli. He seemed really smart too.” I couldn’t decide if all porn stars were bored smart people or if it was just a them thing, but they’d seemed nice.
Did Daddy see them as some kind of unique small business owners?
Deciding not to ask at the moment, I pushed that question to the back of my head. “They visited while I had lunch and they made sure I was safe.”
And at least Evan had realized how funny it was.
Aristotle had just started reading up on how dangerous the microwave was as Evan told me about their job and how they’d met. To say that Daddy knew the most interesting people would’ve been an understatement.
“I am glad to see you were unhurt.” Daddy didn’t seem to believe it, though, because he was trying to somewhat discreetly study my hands and arms. “The human world can be dangerous.”
“But I was safe today.” Not even a papercut or glue gun accident.
Thank God.
“Yes, you were a very good boy today, my little human, but we shall review microwave and food safety instructions as humans say just in case.” He patted my head again as I sighed, probably expecting the drama, because he didn’t even comment on it.