“W-what?”
“Two can play this game.”
The sudden understanding and outrage in his gaze was wonderful. I laughed as I pulled him even closer and began to slow-dance with him.
“If I didn’t love Death Cab For Cutie, I’d so stomp on your foot right now,” he grumbled at me.
“Good thing you do, then.”
He relaxed against me, and we swayed together while the colorful lights and reflections of the disco ball swirled around us and the others who had chosen to slow dance.
The song changed, another slow one that Bear hummed along with. After that, the familiar intro to ‘The Ballad of Mona Lisa’ began, and Bear took a step back, still holding onto my arms and kept dancing with me. Then he began to sing along, and I couldn’t resist it, I joined in during the chorus.
The utter joy on his face when we bopped along with the guitar and sang took my breath away.
I was falling in love with the man I was just supposed to get out of a bad situation. The realization should’ve scared me, but somehow, it didn’t.
Bear
Dancing with Daddy was the best thing ever. The fact that he recognized the music was awesome, too!
We chatted quietly about the bands. I’d gotten introduced to emo music at college because my first boyfriend had been into it—although he’d been too straight-laced to look anything like Daddy did now—and part of our friend group had been into it too.
Daddy was… delicious. Like a wet dream, really. I was sure my jaw was still somewhere on the floor, being kicked around by people dancing and bouncing around us.
If I thought my stern Daddy with the “resting boss-face” like Sara had called it was hot, this emofied version of him was scorching. He’d taken time to get dressed for me and he even had makeup and painted nails! How cool was that?
“Daddy, I’m thirsty, can I get a drink?” I asked, batting my lashes at him to let him know I meant something alcoholic.
Grinning, he pecked my lips. “Sure, let’s go get some drinks.”
He never let go of my hand as he led me to the bar. Paul was all smiles; he really liked his job, I could tell. When I’d chatted with him earlier, he’d said something about it being very different from his previous career and that he was forever grateful for Master Allen and his business partners for giving him the job.
“Can I get another beer, and the little one wants…?” Daddy glanced at me with his eyebrow raised.
“A mojito, please.”
Paul got to work, and in no time at all, he handed us our drinks and Daddy tipped him handsomely.
“Let’s go sit with the guys.” He led me to the booth where my friends were now on their Daddies’ laps and Master Allen observed them indulgently.
I slid in to go right next to Master Allen.
“Hi, Uncle Allen!” I rubbed my head against his shoulder like an affectionate cat or something.
“Well, hello there, cub.” He smiled at me and ruffled my hair gently.
“Are you having fun?”
He chuckled. “I’m having as much fun as a man my age can in an… what did you call it? Emo disco?”
I giggled and took my drink Daddy had set on the table. I leaned back on Daddy so I could comfortably talk with Uncle Allen and sipped at my limey minty goodness.
“It’s good music; don’t you even try to tell me it’s not!”
“I have to admit it’s catchy. A bit screechy occasionally, but otherwise it’s not too bad.”
I rolled my eyes at “screechy.”
