“Here,” Daddy pulled cards from his pocket and handed them out. “Call my office tomorrow. I’ll let my secretary know you may be reaching out. Get a resume together and she’ll give you the email to send it to.”
I emptied my locker while Daddy talked to them. They’d all been nice to me so far, I figured it was because I’d been here forever. But if Daddy could help them, he will. Daddy Stanley was right, Daddy Crispin is a really nice guy. My nice guy, and it was time to tell him how I felt.
Chapter Two
Crispin
“Are you sure you’re okay, Bunny? You’re awfully quiet over there.” Since we left the club, he’d been radio silent. Did he regret quitting his job? Was he tired of me asking him to move in? Tired of me staying at the club while he worked? Had I overstepped? Mostly likely, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. I was a man who went for what he wanted and didn’t back down until I had it.
But was that too much for Beck?
He just sighed. “Yes, Daddy,” and left it at that. I didn’t buy that for a minute, but I wasn’t pressing and bringing him down any further right before work. Beck needed to bring his A-game and keep his eyes open. Many of the patrons there were less than desirable and completely disregarded the rules and Beck spent most of the night dodging their grabby hands.
I seriously had issues with humans who tried to take what wasn’t theirs.
Hence, my insistence on being there when he worked. Was it kicking my ass the next day after only four hours of sleep? Hell ya, but there was no way I was leaving my Bunny there unattended. He had no idea how absolutely breathtaking he was. It was no wonder that his section of the bar always filled up.
I knew on the trip over that something more was going on.
I watched Beck all night, dancing when he was supposed to, serving the drinks but never once had his beautiful smile lit the room as it normally did. He’d occasionally glance my way and I’d wink, eliciting an adorable blush from my sweet boy.
But his mind wasn’t on the job.
How he managed to serve drinks with a smile while being totally in his head was a talent. He had a faraway look as he danced, his body moved to the beat but from the neck up he was somewhere else. But damnit if I wasn’t secretly hoping he’d up and quit. Selfish, yeah it was, but for all the right reasons and I was glad this fiasco was finally over.
“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry,” Beck said midway through our drive home.
“How do you mean?”
Beck sighed. “All night I just kept thinking, why am I here? I hate this job, I hate my boss, and I had pretty much decided to quit at the end of my shift before that whole thing happened.”
“Ah, so that’s why you didn’t see that guy reach for you. Usually, you divert their grabby hands with a sly dance move.”
“Yeah, I just wasn’t mentally there tonight. There’s a, there’s something I need to tell you, Daddy.”
Well, the good part of that was he called me Daddy, the bad part was the rest of that sentence. “You can tell me anything, Bunny.”
“Okay, here goes,” Beck gave himself a pep talk. “I love you. I’ve never said those words to anyone but Jobe and he’s my bestie, so it doesn’t mean the same as it does with you. But I’m like totally, how it is in the movies, my heart is all in, love you kind of love. Am I making any sense?”
Happy laughter burst out from me and Beck frowned. “Wipe that frowny face away, Bunny. I’m not laughing at you, really, I’m laughing at me and how ridiculous I’ve been tonight. I was worried you were gonna end it with me and instead you said those three words I’ve been dying to say to you but was afraid of scaring you away.”
“Y-you?” he stuttered.
“Me, yes, I love you, Beck. I’ve tried not to push, and I know I’ve failed but I want to go to bed with you, wake up with you, make you the silly bunny ear pancakes I butcher every time I try for breakfast for you. I want a future with you, and I don’t like it when we’re apart.” There, I laid it all on the line. Now it was up to him to determine our next steps.
He burst into tears. “No one but Jobe ever told me they loved me.” Beck struggled to remain seated and nearly choked himself with the seatbelt trying to get to me.
“Be careful with my Bunny, I can’t cuddle him if he’s tied up in the seatbelt. We’re almost home, sweetheart. Then Daddy can love the stuffing out of you.”
Beck hopped up and down in his seat as we passed through the guard shack at the subdivision I lived in while singing, “Daddy loves his Bunny. Daddy loves his Bunny.”
If I’d have known that sayingI love youwould have that effect on him, I’d have done it the first week we were together. Too soon? Perhaps, which is why I waited, but my heart knew exactly who it wanted and that was our little cotton tail bunny sitting beside me.
Now, would he finally consider moving in with me?
I’d barely reached his side of the car when the door flew open and out came my Bunny full speed. I barely had enough time to grasp what was going on and catch Beck as he launched himself at me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“Bunny, why are you crying?”
