Page 10 of Their Little Helper

From what I’d heard, the first visit hadn’t gone smoothly and it’d gone downhill from there. Unfortunately, I hadn’t beenthere until late on the next one and had to hear about the problems second-hand. The janitorial staff were confused by us, but watched everything incredibly closely and were a wonderful source of information.

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry.” Dally frowned, kissing my boy’s cheek again. “I missed a few meetings because of work stuff. I knew I should’ve been here. It’s where I’m most needed.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Stop kissing my boy.” It was just so rude. “Just because you’re technically attractive and wiggling on his lap doesn’t mean you get to keep doing that.”

I was never going to get a chance if he kept making my boy horny.

It was cheating.

“I was going to talk to him today and ask him out for coffee next week. He’s shy.” And seemed to be a complete introvert who’d somehow worked up the courage to come to the Lactin Brotherhood meetup.

“So?” Dally’s head cocked. “Just because he’s shy doesn’t mean I can’t get to know him.”

“This isn’t getting to know him. This is bulldozing your way into his life.” They were two different things. “He’s not a toy or an ice cream cone. He’s a person I want to get to know.”

That got a blush from the sweet sub but a frown from Dally. “I’m not stopping you. I’m just not moving.”

“If you say finders keepers one more time I’m going to call the fucking catering company.” That threat had him stopping in his verbal tracks.

“That’s cheating.” He wasn’t being dramatic but he glared at me. “We fight fair.”

“Then stop deliberately pushing my buttons to chase me off.” He was one step away from licking my boy’s dick and I wasn’t going to let it get that far without a fight.

Whatever nonsense Dally was going to say was halted when my boy touched a yellow line on the god-awful shirt.

Shit.

We both took a deep breath and let the situation deescalate so my boy could let us know what the problem was.

Well,wewere clearly the problem but we needed more information before we could handle it.

Hmm.

All we got to begin with was a deep breath, more curious glances, and another tap on the yellow line. It wasn’t a lot to go on but it was a start, so I did my best to gently poke at it as Dally seemed to be processing the situation. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say our behavior is just a bit stressful for you.”

He gave me a slow nod and peeked over to see Dally’s reaction.

I knew it was going to be weird and ridiculous, but I was quiet and patient until it came out.

Yep.

I was always right.

“But he’s sexy when he’s losing his marbles.” Dally gave my boy what he thought was an adorable pouty frown. “One more good poke and he was going to come after me. Then I was going to kiss him because he can’t complain about consent when he’s strangling me.”

For fuck’s sake.

Thankfully, my boy had more common sense and poked yellow again.

That got a dramatic sigh from Dally and he collapsed against my boy. “Aww, just one kiss? He’s not homicidal yet. I’ve learned the signs. Corporate types hire someone when they actually want you dead. We’re not at that point yet.”

God.

Refusing to ask, I was glad when my boy took the same path. It just took him a few long moments of curious staring before he gave his head a shake. Dally seemed to understand the clues and gave another slightly toned-down sigh. “Fine. Okay, what are our options?”

For him to get off my boy’s lap.

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