Page 19 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“No. I can't wait for the festivities to begin.”
“It does look like it's going to be a wonderful day. Are you going to decorate a tree?”
“Ozzy says he did it last year and that I get to help him this time if I want to.”
“That sounds like fun. I can't wait to see what you two come up with.”
“We can't really win a prize. I mean Ozzy and I are family and the competition is for outsiders.”
“Well, that doesn't seem fair.”
“It's okay.” He scooped some scrambled eggs into his mouth.
I began to eat. Everything was so flavorful and crisp. That singing chef of Trent’s was worth his weight in gold.
Rivi turned to me, fork poised over a bite of sausage. “Are you going to the party after Christmas?”
“I'd hope to. Are you?”
“I've never been to one before. A kink one, I mean. I'm not sure what to expect. Like what do I wear? I feel weird asking Uncle Trent.”
“Well, it seems to me you can wear whatever you want.”
“What do you do?” His cheeks got a little red after he asked that, but I was glad to talk to him about it. What a cutie.
“I like leather. I have a favorite pair of pants. Sometimes I like to wear a white shirt or no shirt. I also have a silver studded harness." I smiled at him. “That one's fun.”
“Ohh.” He put his hand up to his mouth as if to muffle what he was about to say. “I don't have anything like that.”
“What do you have?”
“I have new onesie pajamas. I haven't worn them yet. I want to wear them but I'm afraid. I'm a little and I want to fit in. Maybe play clothes would be better?”
His innocent speech wasn't contrived. What a breath of fresh air. It went straight to my heart.
“Sweetie, I've been to many parties. I work at Trent's club. I've seen it all including littles in the cutest jammies ever.”
“You have?”
“Certainly. When you say onesie, do you mean pajamas with feet?”
“Yeah. And the special way they fasten.” His cheeks got pinker. “There's a flap with buttons in the back. Just like the littlest boy Michael wore in Peter Pan.”
Immediately, I pictured him running around in a pink onesie and I could barely contain myself. If Trent wanted me to stay away from this boy, it was going to be a very difficult week. Because I was not going to be able to resist him.
Already, Rivi was asking me questions and responding to me the way a good boy would to a daddy. It was in his nature and in my nature. Trent was just going to have to deal with it.
Together, we finished our breakfast and talked more about decorating trees.
9
Rivi
Briar’s voice didn't match his bad boy looks. He was soft spoken. Patient. And very polite to answer my newbie questions about the kink party.
While his jaw was sharp and the muscles around his eyes hard, his voice was all furry and nice. It went straight through me like a flame. Only when he smiled, did Briar's face become less hard-edged with a mesmerizing dimple in his left cheek.
I wouldn't have thought just looking at him that he would be, well, nice. His shoulders were so broad, his forearms bulging out of his black three-quarter length sweater sleeves. And he was so tall. I literally had to bend back my neck to look at him in the face when he stood up. He glanced around the dining room as if looking for someone. Then he spoke.
