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Kawan made himself focus as he entered the offices of Lambert, Urbanski, and Reed. This was not the place to be thinking about his social life. The receptionist sitting behind the desk, Mrs. Connelly, looked up and smiled at him in welcome.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Park," she said. "Mr. Reed asked that you go straight back to his office."
"Thank you," he said, giving her a smile.
"Also, Ms. Davis asked me to give you this." The older woman's eyes danced with amusement as she held up what looked very much like a donut wrapped up in a napkin.
Kawan grinned as he took the offering from her. "Thank youverymuch, Mrs. Connelly."
“Ah, there’s our resident knight-in-shining armor.” Alexander’s voice preceded him into the lobby. His eyes twinkled with mirth as he shifted the files in his arms so he could hold out his hand in greeting to Kawan. “Walk with me, talk with me. How is the damsel in distress? Did the dragon eat her?”
Kawan scoffed, walking alongside Alexander down the hall toward the other man’s office. “Of course not. The only thing being eaten is this donut.” Holding it up, he took a healthy bite. Mmm. Sugary goodness.
“I knew she hid one from me,” Alexander muttered, shaking his head. Putting the files down on his desk, he took a seat in the leather chair behind it, leaving Kawan to sit in the comfortable armchair across from him. “I should spank her for lying to me.”
“I’m sure she’ll enjoy that.” Kawan shook his head, his mind going back to Ms. Williams. “My client this morning could have used one.”
Alexander shot him a sharp look, and not because he was worried that Kawan might be unprofessional with a client. They knew each other better than that. “Submissive?”
“No idea,” Kawan said, and even he could hear the wistfulness in his tone.
Which was why, despite his strong attraction to Ms. Melody Williams, he wasn't truly interested in her. Just because she had instinctively called him 'Sir' didn't mean she was submissive, and it definitely didn't automatically make her a baby girl. And that was what Kawan wanted. He’d learned his lesson with Krissy—heneededa submissive who was also a baby girl, not just someone who enjoyed playing the part every so often. Definitely not someone who would only pretend and use the role to manipulate him.
He liked fulfilling the Daddy role. Loved the total control it gave him. Loved seeing the woman under his care unwind, relaxing into being able to just enjoy herself while he managed everything. Loved setting down rules and meting out discipline for broken ones. Loved the pretended innocence that usually masked a very horny little girl.
While he wasn't a 24/7 Daddy Dom, he definitely wasn't just an in-the-bedroom Daddy Dom either. But with all the submissives available in the city, and hopefully no gossip following him from Richmond, surely he'd be able to find a good match for himself. He hoped.
“We’ll find you someone,” Alexander said, looking more serious. “Black Light is your best bet to find what you’re looking for.”
“I know.” He just couldn’t help but wish that Ms. Williams had been what he was looking for.
“Now, enough about the pathetic state of your love life,” Alexander teased, leaning back in his chair. “We’ve got work to do.”
Shooting him a glare, Kawan took another huge bite out of his donut.
