Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
It was ridiculous, but I’d loved the time I’d spent at the different traditional museums and living history museums around the area.
“So you won’t be moving far?” Ruslan came back to that point like he was working his way through something in his head, so I didn’t mind clarifying the answer.
“No. I’m probably even going to be staying in the same rental next year to save money. I’ve got a great landlord and I’d rather save up to buy a house than rent something bigger.” Plans for that might have to be adjusted depending on what I needed to make a partner happy, but so far, that hadn’t changed even when I’d been dating other people.
“That sounds like a good plan.” Ruslan went back to fidgeting again, sliding his hands in his pocket when he started to pick at a button on his shirt. “Um, I never had that much privacy as a student, so I was glad when I bought my house.”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking around, so I did my best to guess.
“I’ve been lucky to find a great group of guys to share the house with.” To share or not to share? “We’re renting from one of the professors on campus who’s in the lifestyle, so I never had to worry about hiding who I was, even around the other tenants.”
They were all fun and kinky in different ways, so it wasn’t like a regular rental situation.
He blinked a few times and I could see more dots connecting. “You’re renting Professor Donaldson’s old house…the one he owned before he met…his partner.”
And the little that Ruslan played with on a weekly basis.
“Yes.” Trying to make sure Ruslan knew I wasn’t shocked, worried, or even confused, I smiled. “They’ve been great landlords, and it’s been good to have a knowledgeable Dom around to talk about things with.”
Because Professor Donaldson was a first-rate Daddy.
Ruslan slowly opened his mouth but before he could work up the confidence to respond, something crashed.
Fuck.
“Sorry.” The pitiful voice that called out had both of us wincing and I knew the moment was lost.
“It’s okay.” Ruslan couldn’t help trying to fix the stressful situation even before he’d seen what’d happened. “We’ll get it cleaned up.”
Macaroni and cheese was a pain in the ass to clean up…but losing the moment with Ruslan was even worse.
As he walked away, all I could do was hope that he liked his presents.
Chapter 3
Ruslan
“Okay, panic or presents first?” Sitting at the table looking between my phone and my second present from my Secret Santa, deciding wasn’t as easy as it should’ve been.
“I should probably worry first. That’s the smart thing to do.” I wasn’t sure who I was debating with, but I was losing because I slowly reached for the bag. “I can always freak out later.”
It was decided…present first, panic second.
“Oh.” An ornament. “It’s mac-n-cheese.”
I wasn’t sure what kind of Christmas tree should have a mac-n-cheese bowl hanging from it, but I knew I’d figure out the best one ever.
“What else?” This bag was even bigger than last time, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was more socks. “Oh, that’s so cute.”
The oversized T-shirt said Just Give Me The Mac-n-Cheese And No One Gets Hurt. I was going to be so cute…and so funny. I could get all dressed up and have mac-n-cheese anytime I wanted.
Doing presents first was a much better idea than panicking would’ve been.
I was so smart.
And I was going to be so cute.
“Dress-up time and then dinnertime and then worry time.” Yes, that was a much better plan.
Ignoring my phone, I picked up my new shirt and ran to the playroom where my fun socks were waiting for me. “Gonna be so cute. Mac-n-Cheese Man to the rescue.”
Socks and T-shirt and my blue shorts.
Best superhero ever…so I flew back to the kitchen because superheroes always zoomed through the air.
“Gonna make mac-n-cheese nuggety things and chicken nuggets and ’cumbers. Dip. Dip. Dip.” Pulling out all my goodies from the freezer and the ’cumbers I’d cut up earlier, I put the best dippy stuff in the air fryer and laid out the ’cumbers on a plate so they were all pretty.
“Next time I gotta remember to fight for more food. Superheroes shouldn’t leave mac-n-cheese parties hungry.” Yes, I was going to remember to be big and fast and get lots of goodies next time. “Or I could ask a Daddy to do it for me?”
Hmm…
I had lots of minutes left on my goodies and my phone was right there…
“Ugh.” Going over to the table, I picked up my phone and pushed the buttons.
Buzz.
Buzz.
“Hello?”
“Jacki?” He wasn’t little yet, but he liked being little so I didn’t worry. “I gots questions.”
“Were you naughty?” He giggled, not thinking that was a bad idea at all. “Daddy, Russie was naughty.”