Page 55 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Did you just refer to yourself as Daddy?”

“Hey, I don’t kink shame.” He shot me a wink. “Daddy loves everyone equally.”

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“Da—”

“Nope,” I shook my head. “Never again, or I swear to God, I will beat you to death with a spatula.”

“Like I said, I don’t kink shame.”

Oh, my god.

I pointed over to the closet in the corner of the classroom. “Go and get the oven mitts.”

The asshole snapped his back straight, gave me a salute, sang, “Yes ma’am,” and skipped off. And I meant skipped. Atlee hopped across the room with his arms swinging like a happy child. It was seriously annoying. Or at least I found it annoying. The two giggling girls next to me, did not.

“He’s so cute.” One sighed.

The other tipped her head. “I know, look at how happy he is.”

Happy? I don’t know about that. He looked stupid to me.

Number one nodded in agreement. “And did you see how he was joking around with her?”

“So, sweet…” They both said in unison.

“I bet he’s a great boyfriend.”

Some girls would never learn. Atlee had a reputation for a reason. And the word girlfriend was not part of that reputation.

I rolled my eyes and began putting ingredients back in the cupboard.

“How do you think she did it?”

I grunted and hoisted up the large bag. Why was flour so heavy? It came from a plant. And why were those girls still talking about Atlee? Yeah, okay, so he was alright to look at, but he wasn’t that great.

“I don’t know… Nova?”

Great, now they were talking to me.

“Yeah?” I sighed while sliding the bag on a shelf.

“How did you tie him down?”

That was a weird question.

“I guess I’d use a knot?” That was kind of implicated in the word tie.

Let me just say, their combined laugh was much more annoying than Atlee’s smile.

“That’s funny.”

Of course it was, I was a comical genius.

“He does seem like the type who would enjoy being tied up…”

“Or tying someone up…” The other girl finished.

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