Page 28 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Good luck, Tris, I hope it goes well.”
He guffawed, tossing his mess of curly brown hair through the air. “Oh, it will. I’ve already had several requests for today’s, er,topic, so I know I already have a bunch of men—and probably women; let’s be honest—already primed to spend some money. College loans are a bitch.”
“Preach,” I joked, not joking at all. I was still paying on mine nearly twenty years later, and college had only gotten more expensive since then. “So . . .” I bit my lip, considering the wisdom of asking this question.
Screw it. I needed the distraction.
“Whatisyour topic tonight, as you so aptly put it?”
He laughed again. “I’ve been promoting a line of silicone dildos on my feed. Everyone started going crazy, asking me to demonstrate different ones. Apparently, the Behemoth is up today.”
I gasped—I couldn’t help it. I could guess the size of the thing by the name. I wassonot the size queen Tristan was.
He cracked up. “I’m actually super excited. It’ll be a fun challenge for me. Speaking of which . . . I gotta go in a few minutes. I go on in an hour, and I have some prep work to do.”
I scoffed. “I don’t need to hear about your prep work to take the Behemoth, man.”
He waved me off. “Don’t pretend like you don’t knowallabout it, Mr. Gay Romance Writer. I know for a fact that you’ve written about way more kinky things than that.”
“I plead the fifth.”
He snickered, knowing I was kidding. When I was in the right mood, we shared just about everything.
“So are you okay now about the book dedication to S.M.C.?”
I nodded. “I’d actually completely forgotten about it. Your Behemoth talk was sufficiently distracting, Tris, thank you.”
“Anytime.” He winked, and it was my turn to laugh. “But seriously, man, I know we haven’t known each other our whole lives or anything, but wearebesties. And as your BFF, it’s my job to make sure you’re happy with your life. From where I sit, I don’t think you are.”
When I opened my mouth to speak, he put up a finger.
“All I mean is, Cameron, I know you’ve been hurt. Some guys are just assholes. But you have to keep trying if you’re going to find the Daddy you know you need. The right guy will come along, I promise—maybe that’s Sam, who I know you’re still hung up on. Or who knows? It could even be your secret email admirer.”
I felt my face flush but kept silent.
“Can I give you a challenge for this week before I go?”
I nodded. We were both boys, but he knew how to give me guidance when I needed it. I didn’t know what I would do without him.
“Keep putting yourself out there. And hell, maybe try to go deeper with S.M.C. See if you can get a gender out of them at least. I think that’s only fair of them to share since they already know you so well from your author newsletters and your books. Does that sound doable?”
My throat was suddenly tight, and I swallowed against the lump I found there. “You make it sound so simple.”
“Simple, yes. Easy? Probably not.” He offered a compassionate smile. “But you’ve got this, man. I promise.”
I smiled back, fighting tears. “God, Tris, you know how to make a guy feel good.”
“Nah, if I wanted to make you feel good, we’d be going about this in an entirely different way.”
I snickered. “I’ll do my best this week. Thanks, Tris. You’re amazing. Have fun today.”
The flirt winked again. “Oh, you know I will. I’ll let you know how it goes later.”
I rolled my eyes again, but I had to admit I loved hearing at least some of the details of his exploits. I got to live vicariously through his sex life, and I usually picked up a few good tidbits I could use in my books.Win, win.“Can’t wait.”
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The rest of the day was spent on bookkeeping, so I didn’t get much chance to work on my next book. I’d made good progress on it over the past several weeks, but I’d hit a plot snag, and my subconscious needed some time to work on it. If I didn’t get it worked out soon, I’d need to make it a holiday romance, because this bad boy wouldn’t release until December.
