Page 9 of Milk for His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #21)

LEO

“Are you feeling alright?”

My head snaps toward Stephanie. She’s the only person in this room besides me who has a brain. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re smiling,” she sing-songs.

I purse my lips to try to hide the smile. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh yeah, you are.” She leans in and whispers, “Did you get some last night?”

I almost answer yes out of habit, because I always go out and get some. But I haven’t even been tempted. Whit has been keeping all my attention.

“No.”

“Really? The last time you were here and we went out, you had to beat men off with a stick.” She giggles. “Beat men off. Anyway, and you still bagged three guys.”

That was a very fun night. My balls tingle at the memories. Not at work, though. No boners at work.

“Good times.” I smile and look toward the door as a bunch of idiots walk in and take their seats.

“Alright. Now that everyone’s here.” Head idiot points to me with steepled fingers. “Leo, why don’t you start from step five?”

It takes everything in me not to throw this idiot through the glass windows of this hundred-story building.

I hear Stephanie laugh and try to cover it with a cough.

“Sure.” I bite my cheek. “It will be good to review since we’re on step twelve now.”

“I’d appreciate that too. I’m having trouble with step four as well,” next-in-command idiot adds.

Maybe if I run and jump hard enough, I can throw myself through the glass windows of this hundred-story building.

After repeating myself for nine fucking hours, I think the idiots all finally get it and I can go home tomorrow. Well, Steph knows it, and she’ll be able to help them if any issues pop up.

I’m done , I text Minjun who calls me. I roll my eyes but answer it.

“Are you sure they have it under control?”

“Yeah. They’re not idiots.” I try to sound offended, and Minjun huffs.

“I bet you called them idiots at least ten times.”

“More like a hundred—” Minjun groans. “But never once to their idiot faces,” I add helpfully.

“Thank goodness for that.”

“I might hate idiots, but I know how to pretend to be nice.”

“Dale was very impressed with your knowledge and presentation skills.” I might preen a bit. Praise is still praise, even if it’s from idiots. “I may have heard about an incident with a Ge-off.”

I bust out laughing. “Ge-off.”

“Leo,” he whines.

“Fine, I wasn’t that mean, I just showed him what was wrong with his computer and then told everyone else on the floor to stop searching for ‘easy crafts made from used Q-Tips’ and your shit will work.”

“I heard it was toilet paper rolls,” he deadpans.

“Right. My bad.”

There’s a pause where I can hear Minjun questioning all of his life choices to this point before he sighs loudly.

“I’ve booked your flight for tomorrow morning and emailed you the details.”

“Awesome. I can’t wait to get home.”

“We’ll talk soon.”

Hopefully not too soon.

I don’t want to get back on the road so quick. Let’s not examine why that is and instead, let’s call the hot lumberjack.

“Hey!” Whit answers excitedly on the first ring.

“Hey, babe.”

“How was your day?”

“It sucked, but I think they got it, and I’ll be heading home tomorrow.”

“Nice. Can I see you?” He sounds hesitant to ask.

“I promised you a date.”

His sigh of relief whispers through the phone. It’s kinda cute the way he’s so into me. I’ve never had anyone cling to me like this. But really, I’ve never given anyone a chance to.

I just fuck and leave.

“I’m free any night this week,” he says.

“Eager, aren’t you?” I tease.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you un?—”

“No, babe, that’s not what I meant. It makes me happy that you want to spend time with me. It’s just all new to me.”

“Oh, okay. If I’m too needy, you can tell me to back off.”

“Have you been told that before?”

“Lots. I just want someone to pay attention to me, and I’m affectionate.”

I’m about to tell him that everyone who’s ever called him needy can fuck off into the sun, but what if I don’t like him being affectionate?

Again, it’s something I’ve never tried, but I am very touchy with Izzy and my dad, so I think I would like his touches.

“I’m sorry that people made you feel that way, but I want you to be yourself on our date. Hiding who you are never works.”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

“We can talk about it, but we need to be honest with each other.” Look at me sounding all in charge and shit.

“That sounds better than what I’m used to.”

“What do you mean?”

“My parents weren’t affectionate, and they discouraged talking about feelings, or you know, having feelings.”

“How can you not have feelings?”

“You need to be a man and hold it in.”

“I don’t think I like your parents.”

“You wouldn’t be the only one.” He laughs. “So what are you going to do tonight?”

“I’ll probably have a drink with my only co-worker who has a brain.”

“Oh, is he hot?” Whit sounds kinda pissy.

Jealous? I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I don’t like to share, so why should he?

“She’s gorgeous.”

“That’s okay then,” he says brightly.

“How do you know I’m not bi?” I ask with fake annoyance.

“Sorry, but you’re sparkly gay.”

A laugh bursts from me, and I’m almost out of breath before I can answer. “You’re not wrong.” I take a moment to get myself under control before asking him, “What about you? A man like you could have anyone he wants.”

“People are attracted to me, sure, but it’s mostly superficial.”

“Are you looking for more?” I’m almost scared to hear the answer.

“Yeah, I’ve had plenty of one-night stands, and don’t make fun of me…” he scolds playfully, “but I like snuggling.”

He probably didn’t get enough of that as a kid. Which is why he kept calling me Daddy.

“Do you like to snuggle?” he asks.

“I snuggle, but never with anyone but my family. I’ve never let anyone close enough to me to let them try.”

“I would let you snuggle me.”

“We’ll have to see how it goes when I get back.”

“I’ll snuggle you so good, you won’t have a choice but to like it.”

“Will you let me snuggle my dick into your ass?” I purr.

He thinks for a moment. “Can I have both?”

“We’ll see how the night goes.”