Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“My kind of rock-star treatment.” Santiago put his arm around me and eyed the menu screens.
“Good Christ, that’s a lot of options,” Professor Aavik noted. Dean. Dean. Sir. “My mouth is watering at the mere smell. I don’t know what to choose.”
“I recommend the sampler,” Santiago said. “You get a little bit of everything.”
Dean was sold, and once I’d given him a brief explanation about the sweet versus savory, he requested most of them sweet and just a couple savory. Santiago wanted the same fifty-fifty split as last time, and they gave me free rein to decide the toppings.
Given the number of people crowding the counter, and those waiting for their orders, I decided to give Santiago my keys. Thank goodness I’d tidied up properly. The upside to sleeping poorly. I’d been vacuuming at three in the morning.
“Just go upstairs—I’ll be there soon,” I said. “The code for the alarm system is 7951, and press the OK button right after the code.”
“You got it. Let me know what we owe you for the food—”
“It’s on me,” I insisted.
“Nonsense,” Dean replied. “In fact, it’s on me.”
I suppressed an eye roll. “Fine. I’ll bring back the receipt.” For like a dollar. I looked up at Santiago next. “Would you mind bringing up my mail? I don’t want to drop the waffle containers later. There’s only one mailbox, and it’s right when you enter.” I showed him the smallest key on my key ring.
“No problem. See you soon.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and they made their way out again.
A burst of excitement tore through me, and I hurried behind the counter so I could get started. Des and Olivia were working today, and I made sure not to get in the way.
It took me about five minutes to put together two extra-large samplers that we could share, and I prepared a to-go box with coffee too. I didn’t know what Dean preferred, so I made one black. I had milk upstairs, and I doubted he wanted sugar.
By the time I was ready, I noticed Santiago was waiting for me outside. Was something wrong with the alarm? Oh, maybe the top lock. It jammed sometimes, and you had to jiggle the key a bit.
I stacked three Styrofoam containers, the to-go box with coffees, and a bag of extra toppings in my arms and said goodbye to Des’s and Olivia’s curious faces. Then I returned outside.
“Is something wrong, Sir?”
“Not at all. I just didn’t want you to carry everything on your own.” He evidently thought he should carry everything instead because he didn’t leave me with anything, not even the bag with extra condiments. Instead, he only gave back my keys. “You had a lot of mail, by the way. Do you not check the mailbox every day?”
I snickered. “Uh, no, more like once a week.” I hurried next door and unlocked it, then held it open for him.
“Thank you, little sir.”
I grinned. “You’re welcome, big Sir.”
Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. And aside from a handful of embarrassing moments on my account, things were running fairly smoothly.
I followed him up the narrow stairs to my place, and I wrestled out of my jacket, shoes, mittens, and beanie as fast as I could. Because while I had cleaned the apartment well enough, I didn’t stow away the sheets and my duvet every morning. Kit was the only one who’d ever visited. We’d sat on my couch and painted 3-D figurines together, and I’d told a white lie that I turned the couch into a bed every night. I mean, it was a big pullout; I’d just never used it. What was the point when it was just me here?
Professor Aavik was inspecting my collection of books, so I made quick work of yanking off my bedding and stuffing it in the corner between the couch and the wall.
Whew.
I was a little out of breath now.
“Impressive library you have here, Gael.” Dean moved on to another shelf and came face-to-face with General. “And you have a cat.”
“Yes, Sir. That’s General. He guards the place.”
Dean chuckled and reached out his hand, and General let him pet him. “What a handsome boy.”
When Santiago set the containers on the coffee table, I took over.
“Please get comfortable, Sir. I’ll take care of this.” I brought out the coffee and then fetched plates and proper mugs and utensils in the kitchen.
It wasn’t every day I had two gorgeous Doms in my home. I had to show them I liked to do this—serve and be useful and caregiving.
When push came to shove, I was so ready to jump into playtime that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I’d fantasized about a life in BDSM for two years—well, I’d had some dreams far longer than that, but I hadn’t stumbled across actual kink communities until later.