Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,20

business…my first was a teasing thought that Daddy was asking about my homework. Yep, that was going to be the fantasy that lulled me to sleep tonight, but as the seconds ticked by, I knew I had to respond.

But what to say…be honest and see what he did or lie and keep my work to myself?

It was too much temptation and his stern look made me want to squirm.

“Um, I’ve got a lot to do this weekend, but I’m good tonight.” So a mix of both.

His face tightened even more. “You’ve been staying up all hours. We’ll work out a schedule for you this weekend, but I guess tonight it’s okay.”

He was so hot I wanted to come right there…but Destin groaned dramatically.

“Do you see what I had to live with? Destin, did you eat your vegetables? Destin, did you try to hook up with a Dom off the internet? Destin, stop reading out that list of kinks.” He sighed and threw himself into my lap again. “Do you see how he tortured me?”

When I nodded stupidly, Destin grinned. “But now he gets to torture you too. You’re going to love it.”

Probably more than Destin realized…or maybe not. The wicked gleam in his eyes said he’d at least guessed how much I wanted a Dom to take control.

But admitting that out loud in front of Leon seemed like a good way to make the bossy straight guy very uncomfortable. “You’re incredibly dramatic.”

It was random and could’ve been a bit mean, but he grinned, realizing that I was teasing. “I know. It makes me much more interesting.”

That was one word for it.

But Leon didn’t seem to be willing to indulge him at the moment. “Sit up and stop squishing him.”

I wasn’t squished, but it was nice that he was taking care of me…I just wasn’t sure how else that caretaking side of him would come out. I had a feeling the days of hiding in my room were over.

But I’d have to wait and see if that was going to be a good thing or not.

Chapter 7

Leon

Morgan was hiding again.

Well, we’d talked about that last night and I had a feeling he’d understood my position, so I wasn’t going to second-guess changing the way we operated around the apartment. He’d had a chance to say something last night when Destin was teasing and driving everyone nuts, and he hadn’t argued with me. If anything, he seemed to have a very similar look to Destin’s when he first wanted someone to steer him in a better direction.

Refusing to even wonder what that meant, I checked the clock and decided nine in the morning was a fine time to make breakfast since he’d gone to bed at a reasonable hour. I hadn’t even seen any lights on in his room when I’d gone to bed around eleven.

He’d slept in until about eight, which was good considering the odd hours he’d been keeping lately, but after sneaking out to go to the bathroom he’d dashed right back to his room. It’d been silent since then, but I could see the light on under his door.

Taking a pan out from under the counter, I started moving about the kitchen being just a bit louder than I really needed to be. It was a trick I’d learned from one of our housekeepers. Just a bit more noise made people curious and they’d come see what was happening.

She’d used it to get me out of bed at a sensible hour, so it was only fair that I passed down the tradition.

Bingo.

Just as I started cracking the eggs, I heard his door peep open. It had the faintest squeak that was only noticeable when the apartment was very quiet. Which wasn’t that often considering how loud the neighbors were.

“Did you know there’s a man next door that sings Italian love songs in the shower?” It wasn’t a terribly good conversation starter, but I looked up to see him smiling and nodding as he walked out into the living room.

“Yes.” He crossed the room and sat down on one of the stools at the counter. “He does that a lot.”

Shaking my head, I started beating the eggs. “It’s terribly distracting.”

Morgan shrugged but was still smiling. “But he has a nice voice.”

I snorted. “I do not need to hear a strange man singing in the shower.”

Relaxing enough to jerk off was almost impossible when some guy was next door pretending that he was the next Andrea Bocelli. I appreciated a