“Why? I mean, why go to a kink party?”
“Meet new people. There’s going to be single people looking for hookups or more.”
“I don’t want a hookup, Donny.”
I exhaled loudly. “Kay, we’ve talked about this. I can’t be your Daddy. I’m happy to play some, but you need—hell, we both need more than that.”
“You think we’ll find daddies there?”
“Maybe. At a minimum, we’ll meet new people.”
It was Kay’s turn to exhale. “What do I wear? Is it fancy?”
“No. There’s no dress code. It says be comfortable, and I imagine most people will be naked or nearly so by the end of the night.”
“Great. I guess. But…”
“Don’t overthink it. Wear your tightest jeans and your leather jacket. No shirt. That’s simple and emphasizes your fucking rock star vibes.”
“Jacket. Got it. I have to repack.”
“We’ve got this, Kay. It could be something really good for us. Worst case, it’ll be fun.”
“Better than a Gold record?”
“Probably not.” We both laughed with the tension broken. I had to figure out what I wanted to wear as well. I wanted to find daddies for both of us.
Chapter nine
Kay
I had to dump out nearly all my T-shirts and a pair of jeans to fit my leather jacket into my suitcase. My saving grace was buying new things and having them shipped to Don’s house. There was plenty of time to have them shipped there before the tour started, and if I needed an extra bag, it was fine since we were meeting at the buses in LA to ride together into the desert.I threw in two new pairs of jeans just in case. I still had plenty of clothes packed, including my softest T-shirts.
Don couldn’t meet me at the airport, which sucked. I hated traveling on commercial airlines. Traipsing around the country with Midnight Hunt and private jets had me spoiled. I had to go to baggage claim and get my suitcase and then take an Uber to Don’s work, since I didn’t have a key to his place. But then he promised to take the rest of the day off.
I checked in at his reception desk, and the receptionist led me to a breakroom. “Donovan will be with you in a few minutes. I’ll tell him you’re here.” It was weird hearing his full name. Most people called him Don, and I’d started calling him Donny, which felt right with my little side and his.
“Thank you.”
“Help yourself to whatever. There are drinks and snacks in the fridge.”
After dropping my bags off to the side, I found a soda and got comfy. I hated waiting, but at least I had a cold drink. I dug my Kindle out of my carry-on and picked up on my novel where I’d left off. It was a military, special forces romance from a new author, and it kept my attention. Though I did skim over the female sexy parts. Fortunately, this one had two male characters interested in each other as well as the chick. And plenty of action.
I made it a good third of the way through the book before Donny stuck his head in the door. “Hey, Kay. Sorry you had to wait so long.”
“Geez. You’re working, Donny.” I didn’t feel neglected. After all, how many times had he stood around while we performed, rehearsed, or did press day or signings? He was always patient. I wasn’t about to give him less than that. “I’m good.”
“I have one more short call to make, then we can go. Do you want to do a late lunch on the way home?”
“I’m hungry, but maybe we can get something to go? I’m feeling the jet lag.”
“That’s perfect.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a few paper menus. “Go ahead and call one of these places; they’re all on the way home. You know what I like.”
“Sure.” He left me staring at three choices. I went with Chinese since I could choose a few different options. We’d had Chinese before, so I picked some stuff he’d eaten with me. That seemed safe. Then I was back to reading, but it didn’t last long. Thankfully.
“Let’s go.”
I stood and walked into his space, needing a hug before we went any further. I squeezed him tight. “I missed you, Donny.”
