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)
“It’s possible.” He smiled faintly and adjusted my tie. “He messaged me after I submitted our names to the Academy event. He and Macklin are attending too.”
Why would he message Joshua and not me?
“He seems to think you need a Daddy sometimes,” he said, smirking.
Never mind, I got my answer.
Gael found that funny.
“Hmpf.” I looked away from both of them and—thank fuck. I spotted Macklin next to the host just as he glanced my way, and his eyes flashed with surprise. Then he quickly gestured for us to approach. “I believe it’s our turn.”
I ushered Joshua and Gael past the other two couples, and we finally got to set foot inside the restaurant, where it was significantly warmer.
“Macklin—I’m surprised to see you’re working tonight,” I said.
“My date begins in—” He checked his watch. “Twenty minutes! I’m out of here in five.” He flashed a quick grin before grabbing three menus from the desk. “I’m sorry, by the way. I thought you were already seated, Sir. Come on, I’ll show you your table.” Before I could respond, he inched closer to the host and pointed at the computer screen. “You can cross off the Aaviks.”
“Yes, sir,” the young man replied.
It was certainly busy here tonight, and I caught a glimpse of three intimate, packed dining areas on the ground floor before we began climbing the creaking steps to the second floor. Gael rushed ahead.
“Hi, Macklin.” Aw, his shyness made a sweet return for the moment.
“Hey, you. Are we finally gonna see you more often?” Macklin was a natural at making people feel welcome.
“Yeah, I’m done hiding,” Gael responded sheepishly.
“Good.” Macklin sent him a grin as they reached the landing. “I saw you joined the Domestic Servitude group online. Archie and I are hosting a pasta-making class here next week—let me know if you want me to add your name to the list.”
“Oh, I would love to!” Gael turned back to Joshua and me, and the hope and joy in the boy’s eyes were just too beautiful for words. “May I go, please?”
Joshua and I exchanged a brief look. The answer was obvious; we were just both reveling in his submission.
“You absolutely may,” I answered.
“Thank you!” Gael returned his attention to Macklin, who led the way to another dining area down the hall. On this floor, it was most evident that the building had once been residential. The rooms were smaller, some only fitting three or four tables. “Um, how much is the class, Sir—wait, do I call you Sir?”
I chuckled under my breath.
Macklin’s smile turned wolfish. “I’d like that very much. The class is thirty bucks, and you get to bring home a big meal to your Owners.”
Owners.
How I loved the sound of that.
“That’s awesome. I’ll Venmo you—”
“You’ll do no such thing, Gael,” I said firmly, my protest drowning out Joshua’s. “I will handle that.”
“We will handle that,” Joshua corrected.
If the matter was domestic servitude, surely I could call dibs on whatever class or get-together Gael wanted to participate in. I wouldn’t budge on that.
“You’re both fucking adorable,” Macklin said, gesturing to the entrance of one of the dining areas.
“So are you, pet,” Joshua replied as he walked through with Gael. “It’s gonna be fun witnessing you as a Top.”
Had they discussed playtime?
“Dean clearly needs to see it—he doesn’t believe I am a Top,” Macklin laughed.
I shrugged and walked into the room as well, and it had a romantic atmosphere. Dim lighting, only four tables. Perfect.
As for Macklin… Of course I knew he was a switch, but I was used to seeing the slave side of him. He worshipped the ground my brother walked on, and though it was very much mutual, there was no question who was the Dominant.
While Joshua and Gael got seated at the only available table, Macklin put a hand on my arm and halted me in the doorway.
He smiled up at me. “Just wanted to say I’m happy for you, Sir. And don’t screw this up.”
He had to get that last bit in there.
I dipped down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, boy. I’ll do my best. Go home to Walker.”
“Will do, Sir. Your server will be right with you.” He handed me the menus. “Also, he’s so damn cute.” He nodded at Gael. “Do you think he’d be interested in playing with Franklin and Jack too?”
Oh hell. There’s an idea. I’d have to talk to Joshua and Gael. I’d have to think about it for myself as well. I wasn’t sure I was ready to share my men with Franklin and Jack. I’d only played with them once before; Franklin was a man closer to my age, who ran a very successful business by day and stripped down to be Jack’s whore by night. Jack was significantly younger but successful in his own right—and incredibly sharp and wicked.