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)
He was a delusional pain in the ass but everyone usually liked him, so he could have a fun time going to the dentist.
Hell, I was pretty sure he’d dated his dentist.
“This is a terrible idea.” For a moment, I thought my words were being quietly projected out of my head like we’d landed in a sci-fi movie.
So did Dally because he didn’t even turn around before he started lecturing me. “You’re so dramatic. The sexy men are going to think you’re adorable and the not sexy ones will be nice because they have manners.”
“That wasn’t me that time.” Admitting that got a groan coming from behind us as well as a snicker.
Great.
“Oops.” Dally didn’t seem to feel the same level of embarrassment as other humans because he turned around, dragging me in a circle as he nodded at the men behind us. “I’m basically going to tell you the same thing I told Milo. You’re sexy. The subs and bottoms are going to like you. Just be polite and you’ll have fun.”
The frowning man was definitely the one who was regretting his life choices the same way I was, but he didn’t seem to know what to do with Dally. I didn’t blame him when he turned to his friend the giggler. “Do I look gay?”
Oh dear.
“Yes, you do.” Dally didn’t have any problem answering since the giggler wasn’t much help. “You’ve had at least one badly timed bi phase but you’re mostly gay. You’re kinky even though you don’t seem to think you are and your personal skills need some work.”
For fuck’s sake.
“Dally!” My strangled whisper scream just had him turning toward me and frowning.
“What? Being into BDSM makes someone kinky. I don’t care if everyone and their brother is exploring it.” Dally shrugged. “Just because it’s on social media doesn’t make it vanilla.”
Someone had to save me before he pissed off the confused-looking frowning guy.
“Milo here works in retail and while he has no self-esteem whatsoever, he can help you learn to project a happier countenance and show you how to make people feel more at ease.” Dally released my hand and shoved me at the strange, still frowning man. “Here you go. He needs a drink before he can open up, but just one or I’ll cut off your nuts. I’m sparkly gay, but I grew up with redneck hunters. No one would ever find your body.”
I was dead…as dead as the stupid deer his family tried to make me eat every year.
Dally immediately turned to the happy man. “Would you like to keep me company? I’m Dalton but most people call me Dally. I’m not as kinky as Milo but I am very open-minded.”
The laughing guy was now just grinning. “How kinky is he?”
Fuck.
“He’s a little and he’s very curious about the Lactin side of the Lactin Brotherhood, if you get my meaning. He also likes spankings and will overshare after that second drink, which is one of the reasons why he has a limit.” Beaming at his new friend, Dally tucked his arm through the smiling man’s. “I, on the other hand, overshare sober and I’m highly entertaining even if you’re mostly on the straight side of bi.”
For some reason, that was what startled Frowning Guy and his mouth dropped open as Dally led smiling guy toward the back of the building. “Mostly?”
I was going to kill him once I stopped being dead.
Being dead had my feet stuck in one place, though, and that was the only reason I just stood there looking stupid. I’d have come back to life and moved eventually, but the stunned guy made his brain work first.
When he turned to me, it took him a few blinks and a long exhale before he got a sentence out. “Would…would you like a drink, Milo?”
Looking around the lobby area, he nodded toward the direction Dally and the giggler had gone. “You seem to be new, so let me show you around.”
Well, at least that meant he wasn’t new.
“Your manners are better than Dally said, so don’t let him boss you around.” Or make you feel bad—but I wasn’t sure if I needed to say that.
Frowning Guy actually chuckled. “No, he’s right, but while my manners with regular people are a bit gruff, I do remember how to treat a shocked little.”
A shocked little who was now a blushing one.
“I…” There were no good responses to that, so I shrugged. “Yeah. Shocked little. But I can function on my own. I promise. You don’t have to take care of me just because I got dumped on your lap.”
Shoot.
“At your feet.”
God, that wasn’t any better.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried again. “You don’t have to take care of me just because Dally wandered off.”
Yes. I’d gotten a sentence out that wasn’t embarrassing.
Trying for another, I did my best to make sure Frowning Guy didn’t feel like he was stuck with me. “He likes meeting new people.”