Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Your struggles are about all the sexy men in your house.” Somehow he seemed offended by that. “I’m not going to give you sympathy for dragging out the attention and presents thing so long they’re getting creative with torturing you.”
I should always get sympathy even if I’d done it to myself…anyone who said otherwise was some kind of sadist.
I was starting to see why finding a Dom hadn’t worked out for Leander lately.
But telling him that would be rude, so I tried to stay on track and be polite. “I understand that’s your view on the situation, so thank you.”
Being polite wasn’t as hard as everyone made it out to be.
“But I do need help figuring out how to have my afternoon orgasm without being interrupted.” That shouldn’t be hard either.
“What are they doing?” Leander’s disbelief was obvious, but he had a good starting point. “And just the facts, not your drama.”
I was not the dramatic one.
“Well, the other day it started with scheduling some specialists to come in and do something with the electrical system? The bored one tried to explain it to me but he mostly used words I’d never heard before and then grumbled more about my great-grandfather being a fucker who should’ve known better than to do any home improvement projects.”
I was starting to think I’d been lucky the whole house hadn’t just erupted in flames while I’d slept…and all the groans from the insurance inspector were making much more sense.
“So that caused a bit of a delay but it’s not bad.” At least that was what they’d said. “The grumpy one said I had to put on clothes and sent me back to my office so I didn’t scare the new subcontractor.”
The other one had been entirely too worried about his ass virginity and not enough about my house.
Leander groaned and rubbed his face. “Anyone who thinks cookies are going to attack him or that you look dangerous shouldn’t be working on your house.”
I appreciated him agreeing with me, but he just couldn’t resist being dramatic. “The shit you make me say. God.”
God did not help in our discussions, so either Leander needed to pray harder or go to church more.
“But I’m siding on the it might be in your head side so far.” Leander finally stopped being ridiculous and went back to his regular behavior of compulsively disagreeing with me. “You would probably say something ridiculous or get in the way. And sending you to your office makes sense since during the day most people work…in their office.”
“Maybe.” I’d been very careful about the whole afternoon relaxation time thing. They hadn’t even teased me about it and they teased about everything.
They were even giving me toys.
Well, someone was giving me toys.
“What else? You said there was more than one time they cockblocked you?” Leander made a thinking sound. “Yeah, that’s not the right word but I’m not sure I can think of a better one right off the bat.”
“I think I’m going to buy one of those words for authors books. Like a dirty thesaurus or something. There has to be a word I just haven’t heard enough.” There were some words that were hard to remember. “But it’ll work for now.”
Leander was back to shaking his head, but he didn’t let us get distracted by my good idea. “Your other story?”
“Yes.” It didn’t sound any more concrete than the first one, though. “For the past few days, they’ve been outside my office right when I’m getting ready to go upstairs and have asked me to do things. Yesterday the giggler asked me if I’d make him ice cream sandwich cookies. He’d seen someone make them on a TV cooking show and he thought it’d be fun.”
Leander was trying not to laugh and doing a terrible job of it. “Well, you always take a break at that time and you’ve taught them that you’ll make cookies any time day or night.”
Okay, that might’ve been my fault then.
“The tall one asked me to go get milkshakes for everyone. He gave me the money to go get them. He said he just couldn’t take a break to do it.” He’d been very excited about getting dessert…he’d smiled really big.
“I still have to say that it’s your habit of feeding them and taking a break at the same time.” After a few seconds, Leander frowned. “You’re sure they don’t know about your afternoon delight fun, right?”
“No. I’m very quiet. I don’t want to upset anyone or make them feel weird because I need a mental reset.” That wouldn’t be nice at all. “There’s no way they know.”
Leander didn’t look confident but he shrugged. “Then it’s probably just them having terrible timing. Like that roommate you had freshman year. He was so weird and he was always walking in on you.”