“Now, you never gave me a real answer, do you have plans tonight?”
“No,” I whispered, my stomach suddenly jumping all over the place.
“Yes, you do,” Andy said firmly. “Be here at seven.”
I grinned before I could stop it.
“Why?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t sound too fucking happy about it and scare him off. Also? I was really hoping the answer would be because he wanted me to ride that cock of his until dawn.
But instead—
“Because Daddy says so.”
Oh... fuck. I might have whimpered, because that was almost better.
I was definitely still going to douche, though. Just in case.
“Uh, yeah,” I finally remembered to say. “I can do that. Be there, I mean. Whatever you want. Seven o’clock. I, uh... yeah.”
I needed to stop talking, that was what. You’d think I’d never set up a fuck date before or something, the way I was suddenly babbling like a nervous virgin or some shit, but Andy just laughed... then made my dick go rock hard by murmuring, “Good boy.”
I licked my lips. “Should I…”
“What, baby?” he asked after I’d trailed off into a stupidly long pause.
I rolled my eyes at myself. “Nothing.”
Fuck. Like, it waslegitnothing. I’d literally just opened my mouth because I didn’t want to get off the phone yet, and if I didn’t get my shit together and stop doing dumb stuff like that, I really was going to fuck this up.
“You should be on time,” Andy said, the firm tone back, settling my nerves just as fast as if he’d been doing that stupidity addicting petting-me shit, or holding my hand like he was so into or whatever. “And you should bring a change of clothes.”
My heart started to pound again. Clothes? For… what? Something kinky? A sleepover?
I didn’t do that shit.
But if heinsisted...
“And baby?” Andy added softly.
I palmed my cock, then yanked my hand away, remembering all that shit he’d said before about leaving that for him to take care of.
“Yeah?” I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.
“It’s cold, so wear a coat,” Andy said, sounding like he was smiling again. “Or else you really will get a spanking.”
11
Jordan
I flewthrough the editing way faster than I’d meant to, but even after I got myself all ready to go it was still too early to leave, so I called Nic.
She didn’t answer.
I glared down at my phone, seriously considering being a dick and re-calling. She knew she had to answer if I hit her up more than once, because hello, emergencies fucking happened, but… shit. She’d also beenreallyinto this weekend thing her and Scott had planned, and technically, me feeling like I was going to bounce out of my skin with too much time on my hands and no idea what to expect once I got to Andy’s wasn’t anemergency, so… fine. I’d deal on my own.
I fiddled with one of my earrings... then thought about switching them out to another pair... then got caught up staring at some of the stupid Christmas decorations I still had up from that series I’d filmed with Dev... then, before I even knew what I was doing, I’d pulled up my mother’s contact info for no fucking reason at all and hit the call button.
“Shit,” I said, stabbing at the screen to shut that shit down as soon as I realized what I’d done. Like, what, I was going to wish her a Merry Christmas just to pass the time? We only ever talked a few times a year, which was basically whenever she decided to call me out of the blue because the whim had struck her. In other words, the same reason she ever did anything. But still, hearing from her was never about shit like holiday wishes or marking any occasion or whatnot, so there was no reason for me to bug her just because I was suddenly feeling antsy and had been hearing stupidly sentimental Christmas music everywhere for the last few weeks.
