get started.”
His gaze darted from the dishes to the sink. “But you cooked, so I really should—”
I cut him off before he could finish. “We’ll figure out some kind of chore chart another time. You need to catch up on your schoolwork first, then we’ll talk about dividing up kitchen duties.”
Morgan was giving me the strangest look but finally nodded and relaxed. “Okay.”
Glad he wasn’t arguing, I smiled and pointed toward his room. “Homework. But leave the door open this time. I have a feeling you’ll find something much more fun to do if you hide away again.”
And I got another one of his odd looks and a faint blush.
I knew I was right, though, so I refused to back down, only raising one eyebrow and giving him a firm stare. He finally nodded, but his blush just got deeper as he walked toward his bedroom. “You’re going to do great—just stay focused.”
I got a smile as he headed into his room and made a show of not closing the door. “See, I can behave.”
Rolling my eyes, I sighed dramatically. “I’m starting to think I have another Destin on my hands. You’re just quieter about it.”
Giggles came from his room as he ducked back inside.
What had I said?
Realizing I probably didn’t want to know, I started cleaning the kitchen. I might not have gotten as boring a roommate as I’d hoped for, but I had a feeling his brand of interesting wouldn’t end up giving me a concussion.
Chapter 8
Morgan
“But I don’t want to read it again.” Writing a paper the first time took forever, but reading through it over and over was beyond painful.
Leon snorted and handed me the paper back. “I’ve marked a few places you need to read through. You’ve got a good grasp of the information, but you’ve gotten lazy with that third argument.”
Because I hadn’t wanted to put it in to begin with.
The professor had only required two as the minimum, but Leon had taken one look at the information about the paper and put his foot down. He was bossy, but what had made it worse was that he’d been right.
Pouting, because I just couldn’t help it, I nodded. “Fine.”
All I wanted to be doing was playing with my toys and maybe cuddling with Barry while we pushed the trains around. I didn’t want to be a grown-up college student who was spending his entire Saturday studying.
“This is the last thing on your list. Don’t blow it now. You’ve done a great job today.” Leon stepped back toward the doorway and looked over at my desk. “I know this has been a long day, but you’re almost caught up.”
But my trains were calling me.
“You go fix those sections and read through it for spelling mistakes one more time and I’ll go make a snack.” He really had no idea how much like a Daddy he sounded when he said things like that.
It made it nearly impossible to push my little side back all the way…hence the pouting.
But surprisingly, Leon didn’t seem to mind.
I wasn’t sure if it was because he was so used to Destin or that he was so used to being the most grown-up person in the room, but he took everything in stride and seemed to see it as completely normal.
“Okay, but just one more time.” Yeah, he should’ve pointed out my crazy behavior when I’d pouted over the salad he’d made for lunch, but he’d just stood his ground and given me a lecture on the lack of vegetables in my diet and the amount of processed food I ate.
He’d been kind of sexy.
Which had made the whole situation even harder.
Literally.
“We’ll see.” And then giving me another of his Daddy looks, he headed out of the room. “Don’t dawdle.”
But I wanted to dawdle.
I’d have taken a break hours ago and played and napped and maybe even watched cartoons…but no, Leon had made me stay focused with the door open so he’d see that I was working.
Strict Daddies were difficult to deal with…Destin was crazy.
Taking a deep breath and pushing my toys out of my mind, I sat back down at my desk and started going over the notes he’d made on the printed copy.
“Okay, maybe he was right.” Sighing, I turned to my laptop and started reading through what I’d thought would be my final copy.
When the changes were made and I’d cleaned up the paragraphs that were giving him ulcers, I saved the document and leaned back. “Leon, I’m done.”
Daddy,