Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
It couldn’t personally get worse than soup, but I didn’t want to fuck with Dante’s relationship either. “Noted.”
I could fake it for short periods.
“You don’t mind if I help you make this edible, right?” Gary looked up from studying whatever soup was in the container and laughed at whatever he saw on my face. “I don’t even know why I asked.”
Me neither.
“You’re polite?” I could fake being a functional human for him too, so I sat down at the table and tried to shove back my attitude. “And you’re a good cook who likes tinkering in the kitchen?”
He barked out a laugh, probably not believing my change in attitude for a second. “You think I’m a sucker.”
“I think you’re nice and you like to see the best in people. You also don’t like seeing a hungry college student punished when he doesn’t know what he did.” Someone was very frustrated with me and very creative.
“Okay, I like that one, so I’ll help you.” Mumbling to himself about something that seemed to be related to my food, I watched as he grabbed a small pot and poured…yep, more lentils into it. “I can work with this.”
Hopefully.
“I would appreciate it.” The little beans themselves weren’t bad but there was so much broth. “With the dining hall closed, I’m not willing to throw it away.”
Gary glanced over at me and rolled his eyes as he scooped something from his big pot into the little one. “And you’re feeling bad about the money too. I know you, asshole.”
Fine.
Just because I grew up without having to worry about money didn’t mean everyone else was in the same situation.
“I’m going to feel even worse if they’re living in their car because I was a dick.” It didn’t feel like that was right, but worries weren’t rational.
“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t heard of anyone on campus in that kind of situation.” Gary seemed confident about that, and he would know because he’d spent the past year working in the admissions and housing offices. “We’ve got a few people we’re watching but no one in that position.”
Good.
“Okay, then I’m going to assume pissed off and at the very least saved up enough money to fuck with me.” Maybe it was their Christmas gift to themself? “This is getting ridiculous, though.”
Chuckling, Gary nodded. “Yeah, considering how often you’ve had soup lately, I’d say so.”
Duh.
“How are you going to figure out who you need to apologize to?” Gary grinned as I groaned, but he kept tinkering with my food, so I wasn’t going to be an ass about it.
“Maybe I can try to narrow it down since most people aren’t on campus?” I’d clearly been attacking this from the wrong angle considering the bark of laughter he let out. “What would you do?”
As he magically produced some kind of beans and rice meal from the soup he’d started with, Gary shrugged. “I’d start with figuring out who knew you’d be home to accept a delivery.”
Huh?
Fuck.
Chapter 2
Teddy
Oops.
When Olivia finally got off the floor where she was laughing hysterically, I was going to panic. “He’s. He finally. That’s.”
She was a bigger dick than I was, but I was more focused on the angry, albeit sexy man who was now standing on his porch as he glared at the neighborhood.
Yeah, he’d finally realized his souper bomber was a neighbor.
In my defense, I’d thought he’d figure it out the first couple of times, and when he hadn’t, I’d kept going. It was really Olivia’s fault for pushing me. Peer pressure took lots of terrible forms and I was just a sweet, innocent sub who couldn’t help himself.
Yep, it was her fault and I was going to keep repeating that as often as necessary.
“How angry do you think he looks?” His default expression for the past six months was angry old man, so it was hard to tell. “Stop laughing. You sound like a donkey. He’s going to hear you.”
This was her fault, so I didn’t have to be polite and her continued laughter said she knew it too.
“He’s sexy even when he looks like he’s growling and threatening to kill me.” I’d heard him talk to himself a lot over the years, so I knew how creative he was when he was pissed. “What do you think my chances of him calling me a naughty boy are?”
If she didn’t stop laughing at me, it was going to hurt my self-esteem.
“He charged back in.” He really was sexy even if he was a grumpy asshole. “He left the door open, though.”
Was he careless?
No, he was supposedly a good Dom and Daddy when he wasn’t in his angry against the world phase.
“What do you think he’s doing?” We had the best neighbors as far as being nosy went, but normally Levi and his roommates were the least weird people on the block. “The door is still open.”