“I need more than a hot body. I want someone who reallygetsme. I’m not attracted to jocks and gym rats. Problem is, a lot of artistic guys my age, they aren’t realists when it comes to the world. They’re not…balanced. And they’re either broke-ass, or trust-fund babies.” He grins. “I’m not looking to be a sugar daddy, either. I want a guy with common sense and experience.”
That makes me chuckle as I resume chopping the carrots. “Maybe you can buy us dinner next time.”
“I absolutely will, if that’s what you want.”
It’s not, because I take care of my boy, but I’ll let him make the offer before I take the check away from him. “You can cook for us Monday night. There’s nothing on my schedule. I’ll let you do the shopping.”
“Deal.”
“So what are your plans for tomorrow night after work?” Yep, I’m feeling a little…territorial.
“I’m going to a club to see a band.”
I pause. “What club? Where is it?” I belatedly realize I don’t yet have the right to demand that information. He’s not officially my boy, and he’s a grown-ass adult.
Apparently, my tone sails right over his head. “The band’s called Carlisle’s Caper. They’re sort of like the Arctic Monkeys but with a looser vibe that kinda veers into guitar rock. I’ve got the info back in my room.” He brightens. “Hey, you want to go with me?”
I want to say yes, if for no other reason than to keep an eye on him and protect him, but I can’t. “The senator’s hosting a large dinner for military families tomorrow evening at a hotel. It’s a yearly event. Both she and Congressman Woodley will be there, because he’s a veteran. She doesn’t have anything on the books for Sunday, so I’ve got the day off.” It’ll be my last full day off until Christmas or New Year’s, probably, based on Shae’s schedule.
Although I had planned try to finagle a way to see Elliot on Sunday. Probably use helping him pack as the excuse.
Unless Jordan has a better idea for how I can spend my time.
“Aw, bummer.” Horror washes over his features. “I mean, not that they’re military families—”
“I know what you meant.” I can’t help chuckling. He’s frickingadorable. “It’s all right.” I unapologetically nudge the subject back to my question. “No idea where it’s at? The club, I mean.” I hope I’m not being too obvious.
“I mapped it. It looks like it’s an easy walk from my hotel. Less than two miles. I’ll eat dinner at that place next door to my hotel before I head there.”
I hear the record screech in my brain. “Twomiles? What time is the concert?”
“Less than. And the main act doesn’t play until eleven. There’s two opening acts that go on ahead of them, though. I haven’t decided if I’m going to go see those or not.” He’s looking me right in the eyes with a playfully defiant gleam as he reaches out and snags a piece of carrot from the cutting board. “I promise I won’t stay out too late,Dad.”
That’sDaddy, to you.
But I don’tsaythat, even though that’swhatI want to say.
I want to round the counter, fist his hair, yank him off that barstool, put him on his knees, and make him beg Daddy to spank and fuck him.
Wait, what?
That’s what thesadistwants.
WhatLeowants is… Well, okay, that’s not abadidea, but Leo wantswaymore than that from Jordan.
Which is why tonight is about talking.
Thank god I’m standing on the other side of the counter, because my cock is fuckinghard, man. It’s struggling for freedom and uncomfortably pressing against my zipper.
“Tallahassee is a lot different than DC. Difference of a few blocks can be the difference between getting mugged and getting home safely.” I arch an eyebrow at him. “And, yes, I would go with you if the senator didn’t need me. I strongly recommend a cab, or ride share. Or at least a bus.”
“I already looked. No bus running close by that time of night. Just as easy to walk.” He shrugs. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. I walk all over the place at home, if I’m not taking the bus. I’d rather not spend the extra money on a cab. Besides, I like to explore.”
I literally have to take a breath when I catch myself almost stepping out of the kitchen and around the breakfast bar so I can grab him and spank him and make him promise to call for a cab, even if I have to pay for it for him.
But…I don’t.
I behave myself, and you havenofucking idea how difficultthatis.
