Page 23 of For All It's Worth
Noticing the doctor was a great first step, though I doubted that someone that hot, with the tattoos, piercings, the silky soft looking hair, wouldn’t already have someone at home. I wasn’t even sure he was gay, I just had a feeling. I bet that if he had someone they were totally spoiled. He looked like the type to need a partner to care for and cherish.
Just thinking about it caused a pang in my chest. A longing to have someone. I got the appeal of the Daddy/boy thing. The idea of having a Daddy to take care of me was lovely, but I wasn’t sure it was the right lifestyle for me. I was pretty independent after being on my own for so long and didn’t think that I’d be able to give over control easily. I didn’t think I could be the caregiver either, needing not to be depended on constantly.
My previous relationships had all been complicated, not just because of my feelings for my best friend but because of my preferences in the bedroom. With usually being the shorter partner, it was always assumed that I would bottom, and yeah, that was great, but I loved the control that topping gave me. I loved to take control and have them follow my lead. There were a few other quirks that partners weren’t keen on too, a certain fastidiousness with condoms that pissed off some guys. I was expected to be a little more passive than I could manage convincingly. Partners never considered that though, and I bottomed and bit my tongue rather than argue about what I liked. I’d learned that bringing it up would prematurely end something before it got going. This answered the question of why a lot of my sex life was dull and left me wanting. I’d never met anyone that I properly clicked with in bed.
A good fifteen minutes had passed so I decided to head back out and sure enough, Dr. Cross was at his usual table with a cookie instead of a pastry today. He preferred the teas that we stocked over coffee, so his orders were always easy to do.
“Got it,” I said to Kristen brandishing the folder as I rejoined her at the counter. She gave me a meaningful look which I ignored. “When do you think is best to get Charlie in?”
We took a few minutes to go over the schedule, resting the book in between us so we could keep an eye on our customers, before deciding that since Tuesday mornings were usually slow going, we’d have him come in then. It meant that Kristen could have the day off since we had a couple of part-time staff over the day. Easy, a quiet day to settle him in a bit and for us to get time to catch up.
Max: Can you come in tomorrow? Tuesdays are usually quiet.
Together, Kristen and I worked on the line that was forming before I had the chance to see if he had replied.
Charlie: Sure, I have a therapist appointment in the afternoon though, sorry I should’ve said.
Max: You can just do the morning or have a couple hours off and help in the afternoon. See what you make of it first. You might hate it lol
Charlie: Cool. Will do
My head snapped up as Dr. Cross walked by the counter, saying goodbye to Kristen before offering me a smile and a light, “See you tomorrow, Max.”
Face heating at the twinkle in those light blue eyes of his that were perfectly framed by black-rimmed glasses, I managed to stutter out a quick, “Bye!”
“So,” Kristen said as she sidled up to me, “You want a Daddy, do ya?” She gave me a cheeky wink and laughed before going to clear Dr. Cross’ table.
“Not my kink!” I called after her and she just snorted in reply. I blushed as a couple looked at me questioningly and I gave them a quick smile before making myself busy to stifle my nerves. I couldn’t wait to see Charlie.
