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I was not going to volunteer what I did for a living.
Ever.
“I…thank you for bringing it over.” Yes, that was polite and I sounded reasonable. “I appreciate it.”
Yes, I was professional and I took the box from him. I didn’t look stupid or too scared to function as I set it on the ground by the door.
I was brave and badass.
“He also said to tell you that he decided you were an inside tail kind of pup so he included that too. Oh, and to make sure you didn’t have questions or need to see it on a live person.” He was somehow wiggling and standing still all at the same time and watching him move almost distracted me from what he was saying. “I’m a model so I don’t mind getting naked. It’s nothing personal.”
My brain just wasn’t working.
“I did art modeling for a while. I understand. Sometimes naked is just naked.”
Oops.
Hadn’t meant to say that part out loud.
Kenton beamed at me and seemed to light up the whole space. “Most people don’t ever realize that. I’ve never met an art model in person. I’ve just seen them in porn.”
There was porn around art modeling?
Before I could decide if that sounded like it would give me nightmares or erections, he kept going. “I bet you did great. You look like you’d have a really pretty dick.”
What was the right response to that?
“Thank you.” When Kenton just smiled wider and his wiggles turned into a rocking bounce that had him moving back and forth, I knew I’d gotten it right.
“You’re welcome. I can see why Eli likes you so much. You’ll have to come hang out sometime.” His eyes somehow got wider as his bouncing stopped and he clapped his hands together. “We’ve got a big dinner thing planned next week. You and your Handler have to come.”
It took me a moment to realize what he was doing as he started patting himself down. “Shoot. These aren’t my pants. I had business cards earlier.”
With any other person that would’ve sounded insane, but I’d snooped enough to realize how normal it was for anyone who worked across the street at Leashes and Lace to end up naked.
Who had I seen wearing light-colored jeans earlier?
Oh.
But could I answer that without looking like a Peeping Tom?
“Um, I walked by the window when I was having coffee earlier and I think I saw a guy wearing similar pants. I don’t think he’s a model but he’s there a lot.”
I was pretty sure it’d been the guy who’d delivered packages to us a few times—he was hard to forget for a lot of reasons—but I wasn’t sure I should point that out.
“Oh, you’re right.” Shaking his head like that kind of stuff happened every day, Kenton sighed. “The struggles when everyone gets naked at work.”
Ugh.
Yeah.
“I hope you find your pants.” I wasn’t sure that was a reasonable response but it was what came out.
“Thanks. Me too.” He didn’t seem worried about it, so I decided it might be some kind of occupational hazard he’d run into before. “I’ll put my number in your phone instead.”
When he held out his hand, what he’d said before finally hit me.
He wanted us to come out to dinner with them?
