And the confused look was back.
“You think I’m cute? Was that what you were saying?”
That was where he’d gotten stuck?
Was me finding him cute a good thing or something I had to apologize for?
Chapter 2
Probable Sub/Definitely Confused
Why hadn’t anyone told me some men could be so easy to get along with?
“Yes.” A hint of a smile peeked out but it was the way his eyes almost sparkled that I decided I liked best. “I find you cute but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Because of my lack of male-on-male contact in the past.
“I don’t think that will make me uncomfortable.” It was slightly confusing but nothing in me felt negative about the idea. “I think I like it.”
At the very least it was neutral and that was nice.
This wasn’t nearly as stressful as dealing with the lawyers or with Conner.
“How do you feel about the idea of my touching your hands or your head?” My temporary Dom scanned his eyes over me like he was cataloging my features. “Also, how do you feel about using the stoplight colors as safewords?”
“Fine. Those are easy to remember.” Most people had used them in children’s games growing up, so they couldn’t be hard to forget. “I think I’m neutral about being touched in those places.”
I shook hands with people on a regular basis, so it couldn’t be that different.
But that wasn’t his favorite way to touch a sub.
“Would I be sitting on your lap for that part of our...I guess research is the best term?” I wasn’t sure I liked it being an experiment, but unfortunately, the wording fit.
“You shift quite a lot as you talk and I’m already attracted to you. So you need to decide if my getting an erection while you’re sitting on my lap would make you uncomfortable in a negative way.” His logical tone and not making me guess at what he wasthinking made him the most likeable person I’d talked to in a very long time.
“I have no idea how I’ll feel about that. I’ve never been in a situation remotely like that before.” People just didn’t randomly ask me to sit on their laps. “I will use my safewords and appropriately communicate how I feel, though.”
He nodded slowly, still studying me. “So you’re still interested in exploring with me what might make you happy? I’m going to touch base with you a lot, so don’t think I’m questioning your decision. I want you to be constantly coming back to how you’re feeling in different situations.”
Logical...frustrating but logical.
“I will do my best not to get frustrated at the question, but yes, I’m still interested in exploring this with you.” Would he get upset if I walked through my thought process or would he appreciate it? “Thank you.”
There was no point in testing the waters on that one.
“Why?”
For Pete’s sake.
“You are not allowed to get angry with me when I answer a question you asked. I was polite and left my explanation at a point that wasn’t offensive.” I’d done my best to make sure of that because I’d needed to work very hard to figure out where to stop in conversations.
Good grief.
He smiled.
“I agree to that stipulation but later we’ll come back to sassy answers getting appropriate consequences.” He was still looking pleased or like the situation was funny in some way, but there was also an undercurrent of sternness I thought I might like.
Maybe because it made him feel very grounded?
