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Every member in the room was wondering if I’d suddenly been possessed by a demon, and unfortunately several assholes were staring at Milo.
He couldn’t help being adorable or having the strangest friend in the world, so I wasn’t going to let him feel uncomfortable because of the idiots who’d already made me uncomfortable.
“You can’t say things like that.” Milo was trying to sound stern but his blush and the bashful tone in his voice made it impossible. “I’ll get ideas.”
Trying not to laugh, I whispered again and didn’t bother trying to hide the desire in my voice. “I’m very curious about your ideas, but if you’re too shy to tell me, I’m sure Dally will help me.”
Because he was an oversharer with a severe lack of common sense.
It was no wonder Victor had wandered off with him, but my choices in friends and my choices in lovers were very different.
Milo groaned with his eyes closed as I straightened. “He’ll tell, though.”
“Yes, I realized that.” My response got another dramatic sound from the cutie, but he finally opened his eyes, so I rewarded him. “But if you do your best to talk to me and let me get to know you, I promise not to ask Dally invasive questions about you.”
He perked up for about three seconds before reality came crashing back into his mind. “But all you have to do is walk up to him and look curious and he’ll start talking.”
I’d realized that too.
“But I won’t ask invasive questions, so it won’t be my fault.” Thoroughly appreciating the loophole in that logic just as much as I would’ve enjoyed finding one at work, I grinned. “I think I like Dally.”
Milo rolled his eyes. “Everyone likes Dally.”
Even his redneck family…which was incredibly confusing considering I didn’t think my own fairly conservative family liked me very much.
“He has a certain charm.” Glancing around the room, I found him and Victor deep in conversation with several longtime members. Dally’s dramatic hand gestures made me laugh. “But he’s not as charming as a certain blushing little.”
And the blush was back.
“Really?” His skeptical tone and the earnest look on his face made it clear he wasn’t fishing for compliments.
“Yes.” It seemed like time for some honesty on my part. “I’ve never been a Daddy in a relationship like that, but I’ve beena more traditional Dom, and I’ve thought very logically about exploring that part of the lifestyle.”
When the logical part didn’t offend Milo, I kept going. “However, when I’m left to make my own introductions, I make the littles nervous. After one slightly frustrating trip to a BDSM club with a little night, I pulled back from that idea.”
“You weren’t scary tonight even if you were frowning.” Milo’s sweet answer made me smile.
“Your friend’s openness and Victor’s ridiculous behavior broke the ice and bridged the gap for me.” Otherwise, I’d have probably just stood there frowning. “I’ve been told I have a very stern resting bitch face.”
Milo was doing his best not to smile, but his straight face looked painful to maintain. “Now that I know what’s behind the frown, it won’t bother me. And…and I don’t mind that you’ve never been a Daddy as long as we can figure out things we have in common.”
Hmm.
To tease or not to tease?
“I think Dally already pointed out at least one thing we’ve got in common.” Teasing turned out to be more fun than I’d imagined. It earned me a deeper blush and a shocked face that would’ve fit on any cartoon show I’d ever seen. “Yes, I think we have at least one point in common.”
Milo was bouncing between shocked and scandalized, but his slight wiggle back and forth looked like he was trying to make very subtle adjustments to his erection. “I…”
Was going to grab his dick if he wasn’t more careful.
“Hands off.” Keeping my voice quiet since people were still watching us too closely, I tightened my grip on his hand and chuckled as his eyes went even wider. “Good boy. You know what I meant.”
A slow nod was all I got from him, but it didn’t look like his blush would ever fade. “Alright, let’s find a drink and look at the appetizers they set out, and then we’ll find a place to sit. How does that sound?”
Having an easier question to answer had some of the color in his cheeks fading and his brain engaged again. “Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
It wasn’t much but it was approval and a full sentence, so I was going to claim it as a win. “Good boy. I approve of your manners.”
