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He liked both, too.

Daddy

For now, order some water, a goat cheese salad and the sautéed salmon

Nathan frowned. He wasn’t just going to order without at least reading the ingredients of what those things had.

A part of him wanted to curse and brat out when he saw that he liked both things. How would Ken know?

It wasn’t fair!

Nathan wasn’t so easy to read, was he?

He still texted back, though. Because he had manners.

Nathan

thank you, Daddy

CHAPTER19

ken

“You know,if you’re this stressed, I’m sure we can hook you up with Dale.” Micki spoke as soon as he made it into the resort. The girl had some tongue on her, that was for sure. “He’s going to be busier during the weekend, but you’re a VIP.”

“I think Dale has enough on his plate.”

From what he’d seen, the resort’s masseuse was going to be more than busy for the week. A massage sounded damn good, though. Perhaps he should call his usual spa and make a day out of it next week.

“You’re no fun.”

“I don’t intend to be fun. I intend to pick up my boy.”

“Ohh.”

Ken ignored Micki’s teasing, heading straight to the elevators. Nathan had given him his room number earlier, and he knew Lee would have no problem with letting him into the rooms. Definitely not after he’d spent all of last week volunteering around the resort as soon as he had spare time. He hadn’t realized that would mostly mean having Shane boss him around with whatever last-minute tasks needed to be completed, but it had been good to do more manual labor.

He’d also liked being around all the pets and handlers starting to swarm in the resort.

Lee had seemed to as well, the few times he managed to catch him outside of his office or business calls double checking everything would run smoothly.

Thankfully, Nathan hadn’t gone exploring after leaving the restaurant, so he was in his room when Ken knocked on the door.

“You look tired.” Nathan pouted.

“And you have to work on your greeting etiquette, brat.” The boy made him want to roll his eyes as he was allowed inside the spacious suite.

“You like it when I keep you on your toes.”

“Do I?”

Nathan nodded vehemently before sneaking into his space. The boy had a tendency to do that, too. “May I kiss you, Sir?”

“Are you in a Sir mood today?” Ken questioned. “But yes, boy, you may.”

Ken was impressed Nathan remembered that rule, in fact.

It was the main thing that kept him from rescinding it.