Becoming buddies with my employee had really worked out for me.
Two weeks later
Arlington
Nathan Riley
Ash should’ve landed by now.
I bet he’d come home with a tan.
Fucker.
Had he slept with anyone on the cruise? Met a bunch of Littles who piqued his interest?
Focus.
I swallowed and glanced around me. Hallie would be out in a few minutes. Not that I didn’t love waiting for her while she hunted down a dress for a school dance. She’d literally forbidden me to help her.
“Not this time, Dad. I love you, and I will save the receipt if you’ll end up insisting I return it, but you’re not coming inside. Okay? I forbid you. I’ll be back in half an hour. And yes, I remember the budget. Wait in the car.”
I released a breath, feeling sorry for myself, and killed some time by checking my Mclean app. I was part of a group that was hosting an event for newbies soon, and it looked like we’d have a good turnout.
My next event after that was a smaller one, up in the dojo, and I noticed we had a new member joining us.
I clicked on their profile, curious.
@Lilducky
Little
Brat
Sadomasochist
Primal prey
Switch
Boy
Hello, I’m Lil ducky!!!!! I love my husband, birds, humiliation, monkey bread, drawing, tattoos, rape play/CNC, and domestic servitude with my own twist. And I’m curious about cuckolding, bondage, and orgies. You’ll find me in the brat group!
#TeamHouseMclean
He was incredibly cute in his profile photo.
I hadn’t seen him around before, so he must be new to the community. At least where physical visits were concerned. I could see he’d been a member of the online community since last year.
Over the next few days, I grew increasingly unsettled whenever I saw Ash. Screw the tan—what bothered me was his demeanor.
He was back in the kink community, full throttle, and I could tell he was putting on a charade when he came over to the house. It was his week to do pickups and drop-offs, and I happened to be working from home because I didn’t have any patients. Not this week anyway. I was catching up on paperwork and bookkeeping. And that meant I was sitting at the kitchen table every morning when he stopped by at six, in order to make it look like he lived here.
“Don’t you have an office nook upstairs?” He yawned and poured himself a cup of coffee.
“It became a place to dump laundry and trash.”
He snorted and leaned back against the counter. “We should probably start demanding more of Hallie and Dylan. Hell, even the other two. I feel like you do too much for them.”
