Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Hmm.
“No.” I wasn’t sure honesty was always the best policy based on what Terrence had said, but I was pretty sure it would give Bastian a push in the right direction this time. “You can’t tell my family, but I’m a little and I don’t want to have to take my toys and move back to my mother’s house. That would not make me comfortable enough to be little.”
Blink.
Blink.
He opened his mouth and closed it several times, but since I’d already figured out he was a Daddy there wasn’t anything to worry about. I just had to be patient and that was painful enough. It only took him about ten seconds to reset his brain, though, and I just pretended not to notice how odd it was.
“I think you’re right then. That’s not a lifestyle that’s easy to live around people who don’t understand it.” Looking over at my flowers, he sighed dramatically.
It looked like Daddies were all as ridiculous as Enzo and it wasn’t just a family thing like I’d thought.
“She’s not going to like you being single and us chasing off someone she thought was a good match.” Frowning, Bastian stayed focused on the bouquet that was absolutely perfect. “Are you sure you can’t ask the guy who’s interested in you to go to a family dinner? Just once would make a big difference.”
He was technically right but that wouldn’t work.
My Secret Santa wasn’t real.
“He’s my Secret Santa.” I frowned and aimed to look really innocent as Bastian turned back to me. “I wasn’t going to rush it. We’ve still got two weeks until Christmas.”
Bastian got stuck thinking again for a few moments. “Yes, taking things slow until you get to know a stranger is a good idea, but maybe if we did some research I could help you figure out if he’s a good fit.”
Oh, I could make that work…kind of.
“I’m not ready to stop getting presents yet.” I was starting to agree with Terrence on dragging out the Secret Santa thing. Presents were fun, so there was no reason to rush. “But are you sure you’ll help me? I’m not sure that’s a good idea, but if you think it is…”
Yes, this was going to be his idea.
Still playing slightly dumb, I smiled at him. “You’re very smart and my mother really likes you. She’s not stupid, though. She’s just a pain in the ass and really stubborn, so we’ll have to make it look real.”
Bastian’s mouth dropped open as he realized what I’d implied that he’d suggested.
“Just up until Christmas? I think that would be reasonable and then I can meet my Secret Santa Daddy and he can spank me for being naughty.” Terrence seemed convinced most littles liked those and he wasn’t wrong about anything.
He was weird and kind of stubborn, but he was generally always right about BDSM and little stuff.
I just had to be patient until my slightly stubborn Daddy realized that Terrence was always right too. But with Bastian’s mouth opening and closing like we were in an anime, it took him a few long moments for his brain to decide what the rest of him was going to do. “A spanking?”
That was what he’d gotten stuck on?
What would Terrence say?
Oh.
Bastian liked my ass.
Ha.
“Yes.” As long as it wasn’t too hard I was pretty sure I was going to like it, so I nodded and didn’t have to lie. “I’m very curious about that, but you won’t have to go that far to prove that we’re dating.”
Not in front of my mother, at least.
“Just a few kisses and maybe grab my ass while the family thinks you don’t see them?” It’d worked for Terrence and Enzo. “You’re already really good at dealing with them, so we don’t have to worry about that. We just have to make them think you see me as a real boyfriend and not just a weird little brother kind of person.”
I wasn’t sure how easy that would be or not, but he huffed like he was offended. “I don’t see you as a little brother. That’s ridiculous.”
Really?
This was going to be easier than I’d thought.
“Perfect.” How should we start? “What do you think about going out on a date first? We’ll pretend to be subtle, but they’ll hear about it anyway and that will get the ball rolling.”
I was a genius.
Well, Terrence was a genius and it was easy to figure out what he’d do.
“A date?” Bastian was back to looking slightly braindead and just stopped.
Pretending to understand what he was asking, I rocked back and forth on my feet excitedly and nodded and made a few tiny assumptions about what he’d meant. “Yeah, we’ll go out to dinner tonight and you can flirt with me. You’re probably smart and a good actor, so I’m sure you can make it look believable.”