Page 16 of Soothed By Daddy
“Into what?”
“Something you like wearing.” I furrowed my forehead, confused. “Georgie, do you like this outfit?”
“No.”
“Then it’s not what you’re gonna wear on a Georgie Day.” My stomach did a little somersault. I messed with the top button on my polo that I hated but was expected in Zoom meetings in case someone much higher than my boss popped in.
“What’s a Georgie Day?” Warmth fizzed through me like sunshine poured straight into my bones. Whatever it was, I knew I’d liked the idea that it was something with Cyrus.
“It’s a day when you get to be little and do all the fun little things a boy should do.”
“Are you a Daddy?”
“Nah, I know you’re stressed and you’re a little, and that’s what you need.”
“Says who?”
“Says Tye.”
“Who’s Tye?”
“A guy from the crew.”
“You told him I was a little?” I knew my voice had risen several octaves, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that.
“Of course not,” Cyrus answered in a placating tone, but there was an undercurrent of offense. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“How’d it come up?”
“He was telling me about a club he’d worked on here in town called Wilde Dandies and about the littles there. He seemed to know a lot about them, so I asked some questions.”
“I haven’t heard of it.”
“Me neither. I guess it’s not very well advertised, but I suppose it doesn’t have to be. Anyway, Tye said that being little is a stress reliever for some people, and you’re a littleandyou’re stressed.”
“What if I say no?”
“Then we’ll stick around here and stare at each other,” Cyrus answered with a smile.
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
“I do think a Georgie Day sounds better, but it’s up to you. Wanna do it?”
“Yeah, okay.”
We smiled at each other, but one of us held a secret. I had a crush on him, but Cyrus was a nice guy doing a nice-guy thing. “But get your groceries ordered so you have some food around so I don’t worry about you starving.”
“Silly, I’m not gonna starve.”
“You say that now, but tomorrow, you’ll be knocking on my door asking me to share my peanut butter.”
“You don’t wanna share?”
“I’ll always share with you.”
With that, Cyrus kissed my forehead, and I tried not to swoon.
“How’d you find this place?”
