Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Fucker!”
No. Not in any sense of the word…not yet anyway.
Unfortunately for my embarrassment levels, I remembered everything little me had asked Daddy and Papa about bottoming and it seemed like I’d get to figure that part of sex out as soon as I managed to ask for it.
Which might be never or just until the next time little me got overconfident.
He was entirely too curious for my own sanity sometimes, but they’d done a good job of answering my questions without making me feel silly.
Well, I’d felt silly once I’d started thinking about it, but that was on me, not them.
They’d been great and had treated it as normally as they could’ve. But looking back, I was pretty sure Santos had been worried about how to answer my questions. Little me hadn’t noticed but big me realized he hadn’t been as relaxed as he’d tried to pretend.
I could recognize how cute it was when I wasn’t embarrassed about the whole thing.
He’d even gotten me and Daddy pajamas with matching blankets.
I wasn’t sure how much money he’d spent getting them so fast but I remembered Daddy saying he wasn’t going to worry about Papa spending money on silly things. He couldn’t seem to decide if he was frustrated that he hadn’t gotten a sippy cup or not, though.
Papa just rolled his eyes and said to be careful what he complained about.
Little me hadn’t understood the threat and big me was still slightly confused, but it’d made Daddy stop complaining.
“Last call.” Barking out the words in a low tone and giving the bar a smack got sighs and pouts from the last stragglers who were thankfully behaving themselves, but it had little me rolling around in my head asking if we were done yet.
Nope.
But we got there after a while and I was eternally grateful for the fact that we closed early on Sundays. It was normally an easy shift with couples going on one last date for the weekend or singles psyching themselves up for the week, but it’d been wall-to-wall people for hours.
Most of the time I actually liked seeing the assortment of patrons we got because it was a true mix of genders and sexuality and personalities, but it’d been so busy I hadn’t been able to check my phone in hours and I’d missed dinner and I was tired of frowning.
It was really hard being a boring grown-up but I’d tried to be regular me when I’d first started working at bars and that hadn’t been a good decision at all. It made everyone nervous and they worried and it hadn’t been a good fit for a bar.
But badass me was great for the bar, it’d just taken me a while to find the right book characters to model my bar-self after.
I could almost let bar-self go, though, because it was finally empty and I was ready to escape, so I felt safe smiling when I checked my phone and saw Daddy’s texts.
Some people shouldn’t get married.
She’s nuts. She’s beyond the hot-to-crazy scale and he’s stupid.
Oh. I think he’s sleeping with the best man.
Oops. Yep he’s sleeping with the best man.
Good grief. She’s sleeping with him too.
She should know not to have sex once she’s gotten her makeup and hair done. She’s crazy and stupid.
After a while, the tone of his texts shifted and I had to fight back laughter.
You know…when we get married we should have one of us pretend to be the best man and interrupt the ceremony to demand that we both marry him since we’re in love. I think I’d do good at that role. What do you think about marrying Santos so I can object at your wedding?
My first thought was that his mother would be very angry with us for a stunt like that. From everything he’d said about her, she had lots of patience, but I was pretty sure that would push hers too far.
I wasn’t sure if it was too late to answer him, but I decided to anyway.
I’m pretty sure your mother would kill us if we did that.
His reply only took seconds.
Ugh. Great plans ruined by people with no sense of humor.
As I debated warning Papa about Daddy’s idea, he switched topics.
How was work? Did you have to frown too much? Any problems after firing that idiot? Did you forget to have dinner? You said you were going to call when you could fit in a break. I’m not good at being forgotten. I’m going to need extra attention to make up for it.
I was a pretty fast texter and had managed to keep my nosy Daddy updated on work stuff for the first half of my shift, but it seemed like he didn’t appreciate the radio silence on the last half of it. I started typing out an apology, but when I paused to decide if I had the mental reserves to figure out how to flirt and say something sexy, his next message popped up on my screen.