Page 17 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

He read over the text and the other details. Was this… was this supposed to be a message? The Talmud reference, funny as it was, had to refer to their earlier conversation. And everything else about PerfectDaddy, like his eye color and height, described him perfectly.

So what was that? Wishful thinking? An invitation?

Saul did the obvious thing and checked the match list for each profile. JewBoy1 showed up immediately. That was when he noticed the Dear Santa letter.

Snarky and witty, that was Levi. Saul slipped his headphones into his ears to listen to the song that Levi had linked. He wasn’t sure how he’d missed it, since he watched South Park sometimes, but it was funny and irreverent, just the type of thing that Levi would enjoy.

Saul smiled to himself, thinking of Levi singing along and hamming it up. Even knowing what Levi liked in his coffee felt like a little gift.

When the song ended, Saul went back to read the letter and profile again, scouring them for clues. It was clear that Levi had filled them out quickly, and he even had the time stamps to check.

He flipped to JewBoy2’s profile and read the second Dear Santa letter, which was just as funny, but not very helpful. Well, it cleared up one thing: Levi was definitely looking for a Daddy.

No, he read it again. There was something else there. What did Levi mean about being too greedy? And why was he serious about it when everything else seemed like a joke? Levi was one of the most generous people he knew. And if he meant “greedy” in a needy, sexy sense, that was good, right?

He logged in to the JewBoy3 profile, which at this point he was certain just held random selections because Levi was changing them all the time. The letter, though, felt like a personalized invitation.

Levi might still be joking about the holidays, but finding a “nice Jewish man” who would join his family on Passover and do depraved things to him in bed? That had to be Saul, right?

Or was he reading too much into it? Levi was Jewish and all of his letters had been about Jewish stuff. This wasn’t such a big stretch. It could be anyone.

He read through the few lines again. Just the idea of Levi thinking about him made his pulse beat faster.

It was on the third read that he found it. JewBoy1 had selected a height preference that went just below and above Saul’s stature. It was probably stupid, but now he was certain that it was a message intended for him to find. Or if not that, it at least meant Levi was thinking about him. Right? Didn’t it?

Levi was so slender and tall, but sometimes he almost ducked to make himself shorter. Saul, meanwhile, barely cleared five-seven. So for Levi to click that as a preference…

Saul’s height was one of the things that bothered him most about his body. He’d missed the necessary hormonal surge in his teens, and no amount of T would fix that now. A lot of guys wouldn’t date a man who was so much shorter than they were, but apparently, hopefully, Levi didn’t care.

Saul clicked between the two profiles again. And again. There wasn’t anything new there. It was just him and his morals and the sexy project manager who worked for him and might not be comfortable with Saul’s frustrating body even though he’d practically put Saul’s name on his tester account.

He wanted Levi to have his PerfectDaddy to watch movies with and eat Mexican food.

He wanted to be that Daddy.

Not that that changed anything about the situation.

He read the profiles again, though, torturing himself with possibilities.

Then he closed it. He needed to stop reading them. Maybe take a break.

He looked out the window to find the usual icy Portland rain coming down. But going outside might clear his head. He could certainly brave the miserable weather for a coffee.

Because Levi had only asked for one thing. Or at least only one thing that Saul could provide under the guise of a professional relationship. A candy cane mocha, which sounded more or less like a bucket of sugar with nostalgia sprinkled on top.

And he was damn well going to get that for his boy.

Well, not his boy.

His employee. Who was working overtime on a bug and deserved a thank you. Just like any other colleague. It was a perfectly reasonable thing to pick up.

And Levi would never have to know it was anything more. Right?

6

Levi

When Levi checked the clock, his eyes were dry and his neck was hurting. Another hour gone and nothing to show for it.