Page 125 of Monster Daddies

Alton

Now what?

Malik had been great when we’d first met, careful and radiating honesty, and playtime had been fun even if a lot of it was fuzzy because I’d been so tired.

But now what?

“You… you said that other people in the community wouldn’t mind my playing there?” It’d been something like that. “I know you mentioned it but I can’t recall your exact answer.”

Oops.

Probably shouldn’t have mentioned that.

Malik went all grumbly Daddy and crossed his impossibly large arms over his chest. Little me would’ve been sad he was upset or giggly because he was cute when he was frustrated, but big me was having to remember that he wasn’t trying to look sexy.

Something about his expression and the way he was frowning at me wasn’t giving the reaction he thought it would. It took him just a few seconds longer to realize why, though. Instead of being frustrated with me or weirded out, he rolled hiseyes, which was the craziest expression to see on his face. “You are not allowed to be turned on when I’m trying to fuss at you.”

Fuss.

He was so fucking cute.

“Yes, Sir.” He didn’t seem like the Master type and I wasn’t feeling Little enough for him to be Daddy, so it worked.

And it had him fighting not to smile.

“Stop trying to manipulate me. You’re not getting any more cookies.” He was still doing his best to look serious, and with the whole not human-looking thing, it could’ve been frightening if he weren’t so sexy. “You’re going to get dinner and a chance to convince me that you’re not doing anything else that unsafe on a road trip ever again.”

Since he seemed very serious about that, I nodded. “I won’t.”

I hadn’t intended to do it to begin with but everything had just gotten out of control and my anxiety had gone through the roof. “Meeting you wasn’t as nerve-racking as I’d expected?”

He raised one bushy eyebrow and frowned again. “I think I need to work on being a tad scarier.”

Trying not to smile, I shrugged and aimed for an apologetic look. “Sorry?”

Maybe?

“How about I work on pretending to be scared and you can chase me through the woods on our second date?” Oh. Too much?

My mouth always got away from me, but I was saved by his laughter that time.

“You are a handful.” Since that didn’t seem to be a bad thing, I relaxed back into the couch again. “But I like being kept on my toes.”

Good.

“I am, however, going to keep a better eye on your decision-making.” That was said in what seemed to be hisdon’t question Daddyvoice, so I nodded without arguing.

There’d be plenty of time to drive him crazy in the future, but doing it on what was technically our first date didn’t seem to be polite.

“I make better ones when I’m not nervous. Honest.” Usually. At the very least sometimes. “It… it just took all my… everything, I guess, to contact the matchmaker and talk to her and then all the sudden I had a date. It… it was a lot.”

And I kind of shut down when life got to be that much.

Which might’ve been the reason the matchmaker had been so insistent I email Malik immediately after the match had been made.

Clearly she hadn’t trusted my ability to make decisions either.

“And you were already running on empty before that.” When I nodded, he radiated more understanding and less frustration. “I think you might’ve underestimated how ready you were to submit and to let your Little side come out to play.”