Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Nodding, I snuggled closer and pretended not to see his penis because that was just good manners.
“Do I need to bury their body?”
Shaking my head, I heard him sigh. “I never get to bury bodies anymore.”
He was so silly.
Austin made a thinking sound. “Alright, was it an accident?”
Oh, I wasn’t sure…I shrugged.
It just made Austin sneaky. “Gideon said he was sorry he upset you.”
Now I had to talk.
Shoot.
I didn’t want Gideon in trouble.
Taking out my binkie, I told him what happened and didn’t worry that it was in a whisper. He’d never tell me to talk like a grown-up. “He was pushing me to be more…well…brave. Then Papa Ansel touched my shoulder and he heard Gideon and I squealed and then I…I panicked? I’m sorry?”
I might’ve left out a few things but it sounded almost right.
“You don’t like being startled, cutie. That’s not something you need to apologize for.” Austin pulled me closer until I was almost on his lap. “Now, was Gideon pushing you because you like Papa Ansel? Did he name himself that? I thought he’d be Uncle Ansel too.”
That made me giggle. “Yes, he wanted to be different than Uncle Jarrett?”
Austin seemed to think that was silly but he didn’t get distracted. He was very smart and very focused. “Well, it’s cute, so I approve. But let’s go back to that last point again. Do you think Ansel was nice?”
I kind of wished he’d asked a harder question so I could’ve hidden again.
Nodding, I managed words even if they were quiet. “Yes. He…he wanted my picture?”
“Brave boy.” Austin hugged me tight again. “I think if he wanted your picture, he thought you were a very sweet little he wanted to get to know.”
Really?
“Some…some alphas don’t like shy littles.” Or shy omegas. Or ones that got overwhelmed at stupid times and hid.
“I know.” Austin shrugged. “It’s crazy but it happens.”
Austin knew everything, so I wasn’t surprised that he knew some alphas were…frustrating. But that meant he also knew things about Papa Ansel. “However, I’ve seen Ansel downstairs talking to the other subs and he hasn’t met any loud ones that he likes. He even thinks I’m dramatic and high-maintenance. Can you believe that?”
Hmm, Papa Ansel really did know Austin?
“No, he’s so silly.”
My answer made Austin happy and I could hear his smile. “I agree but there’s no accounting for taste. However, I think it means he would like a sweet little to watch over and play with. And he’s very big. Did you notice that?”
Giggling, I nodded. “He’s very big.”
Austin dropped his voice and made me listen hard. “I’ve heard…and this is just a rumor…but I’ve heard he’s got a tattoo.”
Oh.
The giggle slipped out before I could stop it.
“I know. He’d look lovely all nice and decorated. But I don’t know for sure.” Austin sounded like I should believe him, but he always knew everything, so he was probably just being silly and pretending.
“What…what if he always wants me to be shy all the time?” Some alphas were weird.
“Okay, that’s a legitimate question.” Austin made thinking sounds. “What else do we need to know to make a good decision here?”
Ugh, he was back to asking reasonable questions.
“Um, if he thinks I’m cute? Does me being little little sometimes scare him? Do…do I ever have to be a grown-up sub at the club? I don’t think I could do that.” It wasn’t public but it was almost public and that was…nope. I couldn’t do that.
Everyone would be looking at me.
“I think that gives me a very good place to start. Now, I can tell you that he already said you were very cute, and when I came in, he looked sad that he couldn’t hug you and make you feel better.” Austin gave me another hug since Papa Ansel hadn’t been able to before. “Is it okay if I tell Ansel a tiny bit about why you were nervous when I ask him the questions?”
Oh, that was…
“Austin? Can you…you tell him everything so I don’t have to?” Yes, that was a much better plan even if I had to hear him tell the story. Hearing was less bad than telling.
I could plug my ears and I could hum and I could—
“Yes, cutie. I’ll handle everything. Don’t worry.”
That was much better.
I didn’t know why more people didn’t want him to control their life.
He was very good at it.
“Thank you, Austin.”
Chapter 3
Ansel
I’d never met anyone who was grateful to let Austin barrel over them and fix their life. I couldn’t decide if it was sweet or scary, but it gave me a lot to think about when it came to the painfully shy sub.
If I lived long enough to have that mental debate.
Austin was still trying to decide if he was going to kill me or not, but I thought things were moving in my favor once I’d made it clear I was interested in Charlie.