“No, you’ll go in that office and eat lunch like I said you would do when you got back,” I said, shooting her a pointed look. The little brat rolled her eyes, but a small smile played at her lips. She was a Domme through and through, but she also loved submitting to me. And Ilovedbeing in charge. Taking care of her.
I arched a brow at her, and she huffed. “Fine. Looks like we’rebothgoing into the office,” she said, turning on her heel and marching toward the door.
The boy smirked as he watched her walk away. I came up beside him and gently pressed on the middle of his back, making him jolt in surprise.
“Come on,” I urged. “There’s enough pizza to go around if you’re hungry.”
“Um, sure,” he said. “I just need to make a phone call first, so I can get a ride home.”
I nodded in understanding and dropped my hand from his back, leaving him to do just that as I pushed open the door to the office. Michelle was already sitting behind the desk, a pizza slice in her hand. She looked up when I entered, frowning when she noticed the boy didn’t come in behind me. “Where is he?”
“Outside making a phone call.” I opened the pizza box. “What’s his name?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t ask. Didn’t want to be too forward and potentially scare him off. I figured I’d get his name when we put his information into the system for his car.”
I nodded, agreeing with her. The door opened behind me just as I grabbed a slice of pizza, and I turned, watching as the boy walked inside, looking frustrated. When he noticed us watching, he quickly wiped the expression off his face with practiced easeand smiled. If I hadn’t just seen how irritated he looked, I’d have thought his smile was real.
It was unsettling how… true it looked.
I pointed to the chair on the other side of the desk.
“Sit. Eat. Everything okay?” I asked, propping my hip on the desk.
He nodded and grabbed a slice of pizza from the box. “Thanks for the food. I’m starving. And yeah, everything is fine. Just my best friend being a dick.”
Michelle frowned. “Not very much of a friend if he’s being a dick, bub.”
He flushed a little at the nickname she’d given him, andfuck, the way his pale skin turned just a tiny bit pink… Damn, what did the rest of his body look like when it was that color? Did he blush like that when someone was worshiping his perfect as fuck body?
“No, it’s not like that,” he rushed to say. “Hudson is just… rich. And he and his fiancé feel the need to take care of every financial thing that comes up in my life. It’s endearing but also a bit frustrating. Makes me feel like a burden, I guess? I don’t know.” He frowned then, staring at the pizza like it’d offended him. “I don’t know why I just dumped all my shit out like that. I don’t normally do that. Sorry.”
I huffed a quiet laugh. “Nothing to be sorry for,chibi.” Little just seemed to fit him. Because while he definitely wasn’t a small man—he was taller than Michelle and broad shouldered—he just seemed… small in so many other ways.
Hereallypulled out the protective instincts in me.
“What’s your name?” Michelle asked, wiping her hands on a napkin before turning to the computer. “I need to put your information into the system, so we can keep you up to date on your car.”
“Oh.” Corvus sighed. “Sorry. I’m not usually this fucking stupid. It’s been a long day.”
I frowned at the boy but didn’t reprimand him on his negative view of himself. But if he were mine, I’d have put him over my knee and spanked him for saying a thing like that. He wasn’t stupid. I could sense that, but hewastired, and not in the way sleep could help.
“My name is Corvus. Corvus Rushing.” He rattled off his phone number. “I’d give you my debit card information, so you could just charge me whatever it costs to fix my car, but Hudson is on his way, and I know he’ll end up giving you his credit card info anyway.”
Corvus… It fit him. It was a different name. Perfect for a boy who was definitely unlike any other.
The sound of a car riding onto the gravel lot reached my ears, and I looked out the glass door to the parking lot, where a young man about Corvus’s age got out of the driver’s seat of a Porsche 718 Spyder.
Impressed, I whistled low, my brows rising. “That your friend?”
Corvus turned and nodded. “Yep. That’s Hudson.”
The guy slid a pair of expensive shades to the top of his head as he opened the door to the office and stepped inside. He wore worn, faded jeans, expensive sneakers, and a plain black t-shirt. It was odd to see a mix of normal and expensive items and accessories on the man, but when I saw the diamond glinting on his ring finger, I realized his fiancé was probably the reason he wore shades that probably cost as much as my car and drove a vehicle that cost over one hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
“I don’t appreciate being hung up on. Why didn’t you call me first?” Hudson demanded.
Corvus rolled his eyes. “Because I can take care of this myself.”
Hudson grunted in annoyance and pulled out his wallet. “Yeah, well, I was going to let you until you hung up on me. Then, I called Kreed to bitch, and he told me to make sure the tow and repairs are taken care of. So, take it up with him.”
