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)
“Yeah, I’ll give you that.” Begrudgingly.
“Besides, he’s curious about being a Daddy and Victor said he’d just run into wannabe brats and drama queens.” Somehow Dally managed to say that without realizing he was a brat drama queen. “Victor said he was really frustrated the little thing hadn’t worked out before.”
He’d talked a lot about Victor…and to Victor.
“And a lot of the guys in there don’t talk about lactating even though that’s what they have in common. Some find it too sexual to talk about and some are still really shy about it.” Dally made a thinking sound and tapped his chin. “I think your Daddy has a mix of both of those. And I did tell him that he couldn’t have sex with you, so that might be my fault.”
“Please don’t remind me about what we said last night.” I might die of embarrassment if he kept reminding me how comfortable I’d been with Elias.
Dally just giggled, not willing to save my sanity at all. “Having a Daddy or even boyfriend with a real job isn’t something to hide from. Would you rather he was a bum who couch surfed instead?”
When he put it that way…
“Besides, it’s some kind of ist or phobe to refuse to date someone because of their job.” He scoffed like it was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “You’re smarter than that and you’re not jobist or workaphobic. And the having his life together thing? Don’t lie to me or yourself. Just saying that about him made you hard.”
Not that I was going to admit it.
“You’re making up words and you know it.” My comeback was weak but I told myself at least I’d tried.
“You’re making up worries. That’s even worse.” Springing up like he had a hinge in his belly, Dally hopped off the bed. “But I’m amazing and knew you’d do this. So. Stand up and let me see what you’re wearing. You need to leave in a few minutes if you’re going to catch the bus.”
He was a pain in the butt.
“But if you’re willing to tell everyone about your date at the next family dinner, my dad said he’ll pay for a cab. He said he needs a distraction and he’s willing to pay big for it as long as we don’t tell my mother.” Dally didn’t seem to think there was anything crazy about that, but he was the kid who’d only come out because his dad had needed to be saved because he’d bought a timeshare.
It was a really nice timeshare, though.
“Deal.” I didn’t want to have to take the bus. “And I’ll even tell them we met at a work thing you dragged me to.”
It wasn’t a lie because Dally worked for the company who’d done the catering. They just couldn’t put him out in a customer-facing position because he liked talking to customers.
“Perfect.” Digging money out of his pocket, Dally handed over a couple of twenties. “And he said to make sure you had just in case money. He didn’t like it when that asshole left you on the other side of town because you wouldn’t suck his dick.”
“You have to stop telling your parents about every bad date I go on.” He only did it to save himself but they were starting to think I was a bigger trouble magnet than Dally.
“It was either that or tell them that I got left in Vegas.” Dally shrugged. “Yours was a story that wouldn’t have them trying to make me move home again.”
They only kept making him move home because he did stupid shit.
“Fine. But no more.” Glaring, I managed to look stern as I went over and put my shoes on. “Or I’ll tell them about the Disney guy.”
Dally sucked in a breath. “That’s so mean.”
“I’ll do it. I don’t want your mother to think I’m searching for every loser in the city.” It felt like that some days, but I wasn’t doing it deliberately.
“She thinks you’re an attention whore, not that you’re looking for losers.” Dally said that so reasonably I couldn’t decide if he was fucking with me or being serious. “But happy thoughts for your date tonight, so since we have at least ten minutes before you have to leave now, what underwear do you have on?”
For fuck’s sake.
“Dally.” He had no boundaries. “I’m not telling you that.”
I should’ve told him that.
He reached out and tugged on the waistband of my pants. “Oh, those?”
I wasn’t sure what to bitch about first, so I went with the stupidest. “They’re clean and they look very grown-up.”
Dally looked like someone had shoved a lemon in his mouth again. “You can look cute and little or you can look sexy, but I’m not letting you leave the house in grandpa undies.”
How he managed to say that sounding like his mother I’d never know. “They’re not grandpa undies. They’re not boxers or anything like that.”