Page 21 of Daddy’s Naughty Gamer

“Even all of them?”

“If I can.”

“And when you can’t?” He questions.

I smile. “Respawn?”

Christopher doesn’t smile back. Right. Because this is real life. No respawns.

“I figure it out,” I say.

He studies me for a moment. “You don’t have to prove it’s a real career to me,” he says, later, quieter. “If someone doesn’t consider what you do a career, that’s their problem. Not mine. You found something you love and you’re making a living at it. That’s something to be proud of, not make excuses for.”

My throat feels unexpectedly tight. Damn him. He’s supposed to be irritating. This is not irritating. This is dangerously close to kind.

“You really think that?” I ask him.

“Yes.” He says with zero hesitation.

I look down at my phone, needing a distraction from his beautiful brown eyes. “Most people think it’s childish.”

“I don’t.”

I look back up. Christopher shrugs one shoulder.

“You’ve earned a living doing it?”

I narrow my eyes. “Over six figures a year.”

“Then you’re considerably better at your supposedly fake job than most people are at their real ones.”

A laugh slips out. “There he is.” I say.

“Who?”

“The funny guy hiding inside the grumpy one.”