Page 7 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

“Fine, but just not over Christmas.”

“I know.”

I remain on call for serious emergencies every minute of every day, even when I’m off. If I take vacation, I’m on call. My two exceptions are my birthday and Christmas Day.

“I’ll leave tomorrow morning.”

“I’ve already got your flight booked, and yes, it’s first class.”

“Good.”

“You know no one else gets this kind of special treatment.”

“No one else does what I do. Besides, I know that the bosses only get the best too.”

“Yeah, but they’re your bosses.”

“If they want to take advantage of me being available twenty-four seven and ready to travel at a moment’s notice, then they should at least make me comfortable when I’m there.”

“You know they appreciate you, and Ha-eun loves you.”

“Yeah, she does.” She’s one of the owners of the company, so I’ve got that in good.

Minjun mumbles something before speaking again. “Have a safe trip and keep me updated.”

“Fine,” I huff.

We end the call, and I look at my personal phone again.

I’ve been thinking about Whit all day, and that’s not like me.

I usually forget their names before I’m even out of their ass.

What is it about this man? He’s sexy obviously, and a bottom, but more than that, I enjoyed my time with him; I enjoyed taking care of him when he was too tired.

That must be some of what Izzy wants with a Daddy.

Whit called me Daddy a few times last night.

I wonder what kind of Daddy he wants.

I pick up my phone and put it back down.

Get a grip, Leo. It’s only been like seven hours since you last saw him.

I need to be patient.

Ha! I don’t have a patient bone in my body.

Which is why I ran a search on him earlier using his license plate number.

Whit James Callaway.

Age thirty-two. Bank manager recently relocated from the east coast, away from his mom, dad, and two sisters.

Graduated from college with a degree in banking.

No children and has never been married. No arrests and no tickets.

He has a gym membership, two streaming subscriptions, no dating apps, and a tight ass that I want to bury myself in again.

The thought has my dick perking up, so I grab my phone to text him.

No.

I put the phone down. I don’t want to settle down and have only one guy to fuck. There are so many more guys out there just waiting for my amazing dick.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him then?

I pick up my phone again, and I’m typing Whit a message when my work phone rings.

I sigh and delete the text I was writing before I answer.

“Did you try restarting it?”

“If I have to explain this one more time, I’m going to lose my shit.” I rub my temples. “Get everyone in here who needs to be in here, and we will start again after I get more coffee.”

I storm out of the room.

I was told there were seven people working on this job. Only five of them are here, and every fricking manager in the building has come in since I got here an hour ago to check in.

My coffee is just finishing brewing when someone comes up to me. “Are you allowed to be up here?”

I turn to him with a fuck-you look on my face, and he flinches but recovers.

“Trust me, I don’t fucking want to be here, but all of you are idiots when it comes to computers, so here I am.”

“Excuse me?” He sounds offended. I take a sip and watch him. That’s when he looks down and notices my badge. “Maybe if your programs weren’t so slow, we wouldn’t have problems,” he throws back.

“Your computer’s running slow? There’s an easy way to fix it. It was in the last three monthly memos we sent out.”

“No one reads those.” He scoffs.

“And that’s why… Ge-off,” I purposely mispronounce his name, even though I know it’s Jeff. “Your computer is running slow.”

“Maybe if you fixed it, I wouldn’t need to do anything else.”

“Let’s go to your desk.” I head off, and he stumbles after me. I ask the first person I find where Ge-off’s desk is and sit at his locked computer.

“You don’t know my password.” He crosses his arms defiantly.

“Like that’s an issue.” I log into his computer and pull up his memos. “When using IX, any other open windows will slow the software down. This is to encourage proper use of your time and discourage time-wasting websites such as YouTube.”

“Well, I?—”

“If you want to fuck around at work, do it on your phone and don’t use the company Wi-Fi. We monitor that too.”

A crowd has gathered, and people are peeking out of their cubicles.

So I stand on a chair and shout. “I know that no one reads memos, but don’t have shit open in the background and your IX will work.

So stop searching for cat videos and easy Christmas decorations made from toilet paper tubes or whatever the fuck else. ”

“We’re ready for you now.” Someone comes in to grab me. She seems nervous, but I jump down and get a few nasty looks as I leave. They can all fuck themselves. This is their job. They don’t get paid to fuck around all day.

We made some progress on the program today, but since I had to explain things to everyone in the world, we’re not done yet.

Now I’m pacing the floor in my fancy-ass hotel room and antsy as shit. I already called my dad, and Izzy, and there’s nothing on TV. Stupid time zone change means it’s three hours later than I’m used to. What else am I going to do until I can fall asleep?

I could go out and find someone to fuck, but that means getting dressed and calling my driver. All of that sounds like too much work. Not that it ever stopped me before. I’d already be balls deep in someone, but…

I could text Whit,

Or I could read a book.

I grab my e-reader and get comfortable on my bed, but it isn’t long before I find my thoughts drifting back to a sexy lumberjack bottom. So I give in, grab my phone, and send him a text.

How’s your ass? That should let him know who this is.