“Hey, Doms can make bad decisions too.” Preston’s response wasn’t making me any less frustrated but I appreciated the glare he sent to someone in the back of the crowd. “Tattle on them but don’t bring the business into it. Eli will—”
The click of heels had Preston stopping mid-sentence and then shaking his head as he sighed and finished his sentence. “Will be angry.”
Yep.
Eli was not pleased and frustration and curiosity dripped from his voice.
“This day just keeps getting more and more interesting.”
That was one word for it.
“Pretty boy? How about we go home and we’ll find something for you to do while I get a bit more work done?” The damned thing had to be finished so I could start a new project…and buy new goodies for Cece.
Instead of answering, he scrunched his face up and huffed. “As long as we’re in agreement I didn’t do anything wrong and you explain how this went sideways. It’s very confusing.”
“We’re in agreement and I will explain it as soon as I figure it out.” I had a few more questions before I could make any promises.
“Perfect.” Ignoring everyone around us, probably because he had no idea what to do with them, Cece smiled at me. “I bought a cookie, and you’re right, people are weird about raisins.”
Well, at least I looked smart about that.
“Can they move in together already?” Emerson’s questions came from the floor, but he wasn’t my doll or my employee, so I didn’t have to answer. “Owner said we needed more dates than that. Why does he only have to do one?”
“One?” Another voice spoke up but I couldn’t put a name with the face. “I thought the rule was three?”
For fuck’s sake.
“He’s only stalking us, not actually employed here, so he doesn’t have to follow those rules.” Eli seemed to be getting himself up to speed. I trusted his ability to interrogate everyone enough to get the rest of the details, so I started leading Cece toward the stairs. “Why was I not involved in this hijack?”
Was that the right word?
“You were getting fucked in the closet.”
Emerson really needed to know when to stay quiet.
****
“My day didn’t go as planned, Master.” My boy was definitely frustrated but clearly playing up the situation for attention considering he’d plopped himself on my lap when we’d finally gotten home. “But I was very good.”
“That’s right.” It was everyone else that hadn’t behaved. “Putting aside their strange behavior, did our practice this morning help?”
I’d have quizzed him on the ride home, but unfortunately, he had his own car so that hadn’t been possible. Driving his back to my place was the most practical way to handle it, but I’d have rather driven him home in his car seat. He probably could’veused the mental reset it would’ve given him, but I knew we could work on that now that we were home.
“Yes.” Beaming, he kissed my cheek. “I ran my errands like we talked about, then I went to the coffee shop.”
Well, something had gone right even if we’d started out the morning questionably. My boy should’ve never left in a rideshare of all things, but he’d been insistent he wanted me to get started on my work so we could have the afternoon free.
I was going to keep a closer eye on him in the future.
“I picked out a cookie like we planned and I moved the chair so that I didn’t look like I was inviting anyone to sit down with me.” His fading smile made it clear this was the point where his plans hit a snag. “They don’t make decisions like real people.”
“I would have to agree with that.” Snuggling him tighter, I smiled as he gave me another cute peck. “It sounds like you did a good job of handling a difficult situation, though. Walk me through what happened.”
Ridiculousness happened.
“I’m still going to agree with you on not having done anything wrong and handling the situation as best you could.” Technically I could see where the situation had been distracting to Emerson but his solution had not been appropriate.
My boy was having a hard time understanding their insanity, though. He’d curled into me and was petting my chest as he sighed. “They were even worried about us. Emerson knew you were the perfect Owner for me, but then he started to worry? I don’t get it.”
