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He’d spent nearly all of his free time at my house for the last week and had only gone back to his place long enough to water a plant.
God, that’d nearly taken a thesaurus and a biology degree to figure out.
Who called plants by their Latin names anymore?
It’d sounded like he was hydrating a demon, not talking about a fucking flower he’d been given at some kind of work event.
The way he cocked his head said he didn’t understand where the odd question had come from, but he seemed to chalk it up to some kind of human thing because he answered right away. “I am renting a room from my immediate supervisor at my place of employment. For some reason, he found my initial house-hunting journey in this city to be…cumbersome and advised me to move into the miniature building that he calls a pool house.”
Before I could respond, he leaned down and frowned at me. “Did you know that does not mean the house contains a pool but that it is a house beside a pool? I am not even certain a pool is necessary. Human naming conventions are curious.”
He had a good point, so I didn’t laugh.
“I’m glad you found a place to live, Daddy.” Well, at least it meant he didn’t have a lease to break when we stopped pretending he wasn’t living with me already. “Why was your house hunting cumbersome?”
He used the best words.
Based on his frown, Daddy didn’t seem to understand what had gone wrong. “I was told that choosing rental housing should not be based on the varied nature of the local inhabitants and that safety was a factor I was not taking into consideration.”
Oh.
“However, I have not interacted with humans who made me unsafe.” He shrugged like the thought was weird. “As long as I am firm and use my inflection to indicate their inappropriate behavior, most humans make good decisions and keep their weapons holstered securely.”
Where the fuck had he tried to rent?
Nope.
“I’m glad you found a safe place to live and I’m sorry it’s not as interesting as your other options.” God, his boss must’ve freaked the fuck out when he realized his brilliant new employee was going to get himself killed before he’d made them millions of dollars.
“Maybe you should explain that you’re moving in with your partner and into a very safe neighborhood when you get around to telling him you’re leaving.” The comment kind of went off from the plan of pretending he wasn’t living with me, but giving his boss a heart attack was not a good idea either.
I’d hoped that Daddy would kind of miss that aspect of what I’d said, but he went very still and then very squiggly.
I’d broken Daddy.
Petting his chest, I went back to basics and thought about happy things and silly memories and added in a few delightful fantasies about lightning.
Bingo.
He went back to his normal consistency and started petting me again as he carefully rocked us like he was keeping track of the rhythm in his head. “I have a firm grasp on human dating rituals and I have also extensively researched average timelines for major events in human relationships.”
He paused like he was either trying to let that sink in or figure out what to say next, but I wasn’t sure how to help. “However, I will keep your advice in mind when we approach that relationship event. In a long time, of course, because I am not rushing my mate into making commitments he might find to be troubling if introduced in too quick succession.”
Huh?
So it was okay to take over my life as long as we both pretended he wasn’t taking over my life?
Doms were fascinating creatures.
“We’re not both human, Daddy.” Had he thought I’d forgotten that?
What the fuck did that chapter in the book say about moving in together?
Not sure how to fix this, I tried to focus on logic he couldn’t argue with. “We’re mates, so we’re not just dating. You’re also very trustworthy and you can’t take good care of me if you’re too far away.”
Got it in one try.
His limbs squeezed me so tight I almost popped like a balloon before he remembered humans weren’t that squishy. “Oh, my Dane. Yes. You are a very smart submissive human. We are both unique individuals and must set boundaries and timeline goals based on our specific relationship. Good boy, my Dane.”
Weirdest conversation ever.
“We must reinforce your appropriate behavior and smart decision-making, my Dane.” As Daddy scooped me up in his limbs and started carrying me out of the playroom, I remembered what reinforcing good behaviors meant.
Yay.
But eventually, I was going to have to finish sweeping.
I was a good sub, though, so pleasing my Dom had to come first.
Yep, there was nothing I could do about that.
