Page 18 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

Definitely time for a break. And a treat. He’d been here for four hours, and it wouldn’t be at all inappropriate to knock on Saul’s door to see what he was up to.

He stepped into the corridor to stretch, swinging his arms out to the sides and twisting at the waist.

Just as he was twisting back around, he spotted Saul at the very end of the corridor. And was he holding coffee cups?

He smirked, thinking about Christy’s Hanukkah miracles. Maybe this was a sign?

He twisted in the other direction while he waited for Saul to come closer, but when he turned back around, Saul was just standing there.

Watching him.

Hmmmm… Levi twisted back the first way, just to see what would happen. He was pretty sure that Saul didn’t realize he’d spotted him. After all, there were dozens of cubicles worth of space between them.

Broody Daddy’s eyebrows were knit into V. What was he thinking?

The professional thing would be for Levi to say hello and talk about the bug.

But Christy had been giving him ideas. Plus, he’d checked all three modules, so he deserved a treat. And he liked having Saul’s attention.

He stretched again, bending backward until his shirt rose up. He didn’t have a lot of assets to flaunt, but he could always tease.

He stole a glance at Saul. He still hadn’t moved, his gaze focused on that patch of skin, eyes stormy and intense.

It made Levi feel all shivery inside. Like his stringy physique and gangly limbs were actually sexy.

Saul had backed around the corner a bit, but he was still watching.

Levi wished he had more ideas for stretching, maybe some pole dancer moves. Yeah, no. But he could improvise.

He snagged his desk chair and wedged it against the wall, then put one foot on it and bent over to touch his toes. Or at least as close as he could reach. Totally legitimate stretch, right? Could he help it if his ass just happened to be in the air?

He shifted and twisted a little bit, hoping Saul was enjoying the show. And that he wasn’t making a complete fool of himself.

He stood up to check, keeping his head down and to the side.

Oh, that was exciting. He’d have to call this new expression dirty Daddy face, because Saul definitely liked what he saw.

He switched to the other side.

The stretch felt good. Having Saul’s eyes on him felt even better.

He could hear footsteps coming down the hall now, so he took his time bending first one knee and then the other. His ass was kind of flat, but he moved it sinuously.

Stupid? Maybe. Fun? Definitely. He sometimes didn’t think things through too well when Saul was around.

Saul had to feel the attraction too, right? Levi felt breathless just being around him.

When he sensed that Saul was just a couple feet away, he finally turned.

“Saul!” he squealed. OK, maybe he’d overdone that a little but, well, he was excited. He could hear Christy’s suggestion still playing in his mind. If he pretended Saul was his Daddy for the day, he wouldn’t actually have to know, right? “Did you bring me coffee?”

“Yeah, I um, got some coffee. If you want it. You’ve been working hard, so I think it would be a good rewa- thank you for coming in.”

Uh, huh. That word had definitely been reward. Maybe they were more on the same page than he thought.

If Christy could be trusted, well…. Maybe there wasn’t a Hanukkah miracle waiting for him, but at least he could spend an evening pretending.

“Oh, I do want it! I think my brain is melting. I need treats to sustain me.” Levi clapped his hands in delight.