Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I needed to have breakfast before I started day drinking.
Would mimosas count as day drinking?
Just as I reached the point where I knew I had to say something, a nosy little old lady next to us sighed, drawing my attention.
As I turned and looked in her direction, knowing no one in here would give up, she sighed again. “He thought you were one of the lookie-loos and not in the lifestyle. The pool’s been about fifty-fifty on if you were vanilla or not. You’re hard to read and Skyler’s been refusing to give any hints. But Loki is a little and I think you might’ve broken him.”
Oh dear.
Now I was the one staring in shock.
He was a little?
How had our night together gone so fucking badly then?
“But really, couldn’t you have waited until next Tuesday? I’d have won the pool.” Rolling her eyes, she went back to her tea, leaving the two of us staring at each other and me wondering how to fix this and if there was anything I needed to fix.
I was a Daddy and he was a little…but now what?
Chapter 2
Loki
(aka Hunter)
“I can understand now why you didn’t want sidekick jokes.” It might’ve been the stupidest response I could’ve made, but at least my brain found something, so I decided not to complain.
It’d been under a bit of stress lately when it came to Tony, so I was going to cut it some slack.
Robyn blinked, took a sip of his coffee, and nodded. “It’s frustrating, and most people aren’t as funny as they think they are.”
He paused, making a vague gesture toward me. “Present company excluded, of course.”
Just as I was debating whether he meant that or not, he smiled. “Everyone holds their breath as soon as you come in.”
Grin meant not angry…right?
“I like Marvel.”
I was a fucking idiot.
Where had my brains gone?
Robyn laughed quietly. “I have to admit, I don’t remember a lot of the details about your profile, but I know it had all kinds of comic references I didn’t understand.”
“Oh.” Clutching my chest, I leaned my head back and gave him a surprised look, like I was in shock. “That’s a terrible thing to say.”
He snorted out laughter, drawing every eye to us.
Ignoring the nosy customers, I couldn’t deny how good it made me feel to see him laugh. “You’re just trying to punish me.”
I gave him what I knew was a very cute pout and barely managed to hold back a smile as he grinned, shaking his head. “I should.”
The million-dollar question was how would he punish me…but I wasn’t sure I should ask that. I also wasn’t sure I should or could ask the thousand questions running through my head.
How had I misread the situation so badly?
“I mostly set up the profile as a joke.” All I’d dated before that were duds who were boring or Doms who thought that title meant they should be an asshole.
“You were one of the only guys who responded to it.” At first I’d thought it’d been fate that he’d thought it was funny…especially once I realized he’d been looking at it while in the same club as me. But when it’d bombed so badly, I’d decided fate had just been fucking with me.
Now I was questioning that assessment.
He shrugged, not giving me much to go on about how he was feeling. “I thought it was lighthearted and funny.”
Pausing, he got a thoughtful look as he took a sip of his coffee and picked at the top of his blueberry muffin. After a moment, he leaned back and studied me. “Maybe not understanding the references you made in the profile was part of the problem? I honestly had no idea you were into the lifestyle at all. You were very…confident isn’t the right word, but it’ll have to do.”
Oh…
He’d taken flirty and horny and it’d translated into top and vanilla?
Okay, miscommunication there on several levels.
Well, technically I’d listed vers on my profile, but I was, like, ten percent vers…and he’d clearly been reading that as fifty-fifty.
But now what?
“I can be a bit aggressive sometimes, but that’s not…I mean it’s…” Goddamn it. “Um, yeah…”
He was going to think I was a moron.
Or worse…boring.
But as he went back to quietly studying me, I realized I’d made some of my own incorrect assumptions. I’d thought he was cute, and I’d enjoyed talking to him, but once we’d jumped to sexy times, I’d panicked when I realized I wanted to be dominated and he was being sweet and vanilla.
I’d mentally freaked out over what would happen if I called him Sir or, god forbid, Daddy, and that’d started the ball rolling downhill rapidly.
And for me, the little head didn’t work when the big head was panicking.
“Um, I don’t always talk about the kink stuff when I meet guys in regular clubs because I’ve had a couple react really badly.” Like, weirdly bad, as in I’d obviously hit some kind of hidden panic button without realizing it. “So, yeah, when you seemed nice and didn’t say anything that triggered the kink conversation…”