Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Having an easier question to answer had some of the color in his cheeks fading and his brain engaged again. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
It wasn’t much but it was approval and a full sentence, so I was going to claim it as a win. “Good boy. I approve of your manners.”
And I’d gotten the blush back.
After a quiet groan, he gave me the cutest glare and pout. “You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Yes, and it still hasn’t gotten boring yet, so don’t be surprised when I keep doing it for a while.” That got me another sigh and he rolled his eyes, but he followed me as I led him into the room and started working our way around the side over toward the buffet.
Once we started to move, we were much less interesting, and for the most part, everyone went back to their conversations. Milo must’ve felt more at ease because he started swinging our hands back and forth just enough to give me a peek at his little side.
“Alright, do you need a big snack or a small one?” I’d taken a guess at approaching the situation from a Daddy point of view and was happy when his hand swung wider and his head cocked into a very adorable thinking position.
“A big one. I didn’t have a snack earlier because my tummy was feeling yucky.” The way his face scrunched up implied yucky equaled nervous.
“It’s feeling better now?” I appreciated his nod and felt my own nerves receding. “I’m glad.”
Under other circumstances I wouldn’t have continued with that line of questioning, but there was nothing typical about Milo. “Were you nervous about meeting the men in the group?”
Based on what Dally had said, I wasn’t surprised when Milo shrugged. “Kinda?”
“I think most of the men in here are nervous about meeting people.” My response had him giving me a curious side-eye. “Honest. They’re all different than most of the people in their regular life and they’re looking for people who’ll like them and understand them.”
“Like being little or something like that.” Nodding slowly, he looked thoughtful still but his fingers started wiggling against mine like he was tapping out some kind of song in his head. “Sometimes when people worry, they’re not nice.”
Ahh.
“I can understand that but I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore. You’ve got me to talk to and you know Victor. Even if you decide you don’t want to hang out with me any longer, he’d have fun talking to you and it looks like Dally knows everyone.”
That got a giggle from Milo. “He always knows people and no one ever hates him. It’s magic.”
I wouldn’t have described it that way but the end result was the same. “No matter how he does it, I think it means he’ll have people to introduce you to.”
“But you want to talk to me?” Milo gave me another slightly nervous look but smiled when I nodded.
“Yes. Big you. Little you. Naughty you.” The last one had his giggle sounding slightly wicked, but he clamped his lips together once we got to the food. “Here we go. What looks good?”
The spread was varied and everything looked great this week. The last time I’d come it’d been half-assed at best, so it was nice to see the new catering company doing better. “What about the meatballs?”
That got a giggle from Milo like the word was dirty but he nodded. “Yes, please.”
After working our way down the table and piling up a plate with a variety of fun things to eat, Milo and I made our way over to the corner of the room, claiming a small bistro table that had enough privacy around it to make both of us happy. “Will you guard our food? I’m going to go get some water for me and some juice for you.”
Once he’d started talking, little Milo had been a helpful wealth of information about what he liked to eat and drink.
“Yes.” Sitting straighter but somehow looking younger, Milo put on a serious face. “I’ll protect it.”
“Thank you.” Resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, I did my best to stay on topic. “I’ll get some silverware too.”
I wasn’t sure if Milo was an eat with his hands little or not, but he didn’t seem little enough at the moment to be at that point. Besides, no matter what he wanted, I wasn’t going to eat the meatballs with my fingers under any circumstances.
He was cute but not that cute.
The juice selection was limited, but thankfully someone was a lush and had decided on adding orange juice to the options so that people could get drunk. Because of course that was a good idea when people were talking about embarrassing topics.
“Juice. Water.” The water had come bottled, so I tucked two of those between my arm and my chest. “No alcohol for littles or bigs that aren’t comfortable enough to share yet.”