Zero complications.
I aimed for my house first, needing to check on Paws. I might bring him, actually. I didn’t want him to be alone that much when we were still new to each other.
I might as well take a shower too…
And heat his soup. At this hour, Panera’s finest came from a grocery store.
I sent Jordan a text.
Hey, kiddo. I just got home. I’m gonna take a shower, and then I’ll be there with Panera and a kitten. Sound good?
He replied as I headed into my bathroom.
YES! Thank you, Sir. Thank you, thank you. I don’t wanna be alone tonight.
He wasn’t going to be alone.
It wouldn’t kill me to test the waters and get used to the idea of finally being a Daddy Dom.
I’d shake the guilt at some point, right?
I wasn’t with Nate anymore. I’d asked for second chances, and he had turned me down. He had, in a roundabout way, confirmed he didn’t love me.
I rang the doorbell and positioned Paws on my shoulder. He liked to sit there. And sometimes slide right down into the hood of my hoodie.
His blue eyes had already captured my heart.
His sharp little teeth, less so.
Jordan opened the door with a timid smile, which spoke volumes. He usually lit up like a Christmas tree. So he must really be having a shit day.
He was wearing one of his cute onesie PJs, this one with countless baby penguins on it.
Do you happen to have one with ducks, brat?
I’d find a good moment to interrogate him.
“Hi, Sir. Thank you for coming.” He opened the door wider and reached up to touch Paws. “He’s so precious. Maybe I gave him extra treats earlier.”
“I’m sure he deserved it. How’re you doin’? James told me about the job.”
He made a face and closed the door after me. “I didn’t really think I’d get it, but it still bummed me out. I think the main problem is that I’m not very happy with my current position. It’s too unpredictable, and I need stability.”
I wasn’t surprised to hear the last part. Most subs I encountered craved structure and stability to some degree.
“You didn’t bring a litter box.”
“Oh hell. I didn’t even think about?—”
“No, no, no—it’s okay. I bought one.” He smiled up at me. “I’m hoping you’ll let me babysit a lot. I’m trying to convince James I should have a pet too. You know?”
I chuckled, finding him too fucking sweet. “Isn’t the whole thing about cats that they don’t need constant attention?”
“Pffft. I still think it’s better I check in on the little guy when you’re at work,” he insisted. “And maybe bring him over here for cuddles if he’s in that mood.”
Time would tell. So far, Paws was heavily into headbutts and biting toes. “You have work too, don’t you?”
I followed Jordan into the kitchen and set Paws down on the floor.
