Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Um, friend?
Shit.
Another conversation to add to my to-do list…after I got him all squeaky clean.
Chapter 9
Ian
Was there a polite way to ask if Bishop had slept in his clothes?
Wasn’t that what he’d been wearing to the party?
I wasn’t sure if I should be asking what he’d done last night or what he’d done after the party on Friday. It definitely wasn’t my place, but I couldn’t help wondering why he seemed so happy this morning.
Still struggling through the questions running circles in my head, I jumped when he laughed. “Just ask.”
Shit.
He knew I was nosy.
Wait.
Did that mean he really had slept in his clothes?
Where had he been since Friday?
Blinking, it took me a second to respond. “Ask what? I need more coffee, sorry. Some guys from work slept over on Friday and then Kenton was over late last night. I should’ve gotten more sleep.”
I didn’t mean to upset him, but something had Bishop frowning into his coffee. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think that this might be too early. You said breakfast worked into your schedule because you were so busy this week, and—”
Shit.
“No, it does.” Shit. Shit. Shit. “Some mornings just come earlier than others, and I basically had too many sleepovers this weekend.”
That hadn’t come out right.
I found myself blushing as he chuckled and gave me a teasing, almost…maybe flirty grin. “I don’t know if I should ask what sleepover means in this context or not. I wouldn’t want to pry.”
I was going to call bullshit on that once I stopped blushing.
Groaning, I picked up my cup and took a long sip of my coffee. I managed to buy myself a few seconds, but Bishop just laughed. “Come on. The fun kind or the fun kind?”
“You’re outrageous.” Shaking my head, I knew he could tell I wasn’t serious when his grin widened. “Neither if you must know. Just friends hanging out.”
I was assuming he meant little or naughty, and sadly it hadn’t been either.
“Well, as long as you had fun.” Leaning back in the tiny chair I wasn’t sure would support him, Bishop took another sip. “How did Kenton’s night go? He seemed confident it would end well when he left the party.”
Thankfully, that was easier to answer than the sleepover question had been. “It went great. They’re working on better communication and Kenton knows he has to open up more, but I think they’re going to work it out.”
And I wasn’t jealous at all…nope, not a bit.
“That’s great.” Bishop reached forward and broke off a piece of his muffin. “I still can’t believe he got that far into dating the guy and hadn’t told him.”
Me neither…but I could understand hiding from the possible drama.
“Do you really show a date your…” I glanced around to make sure we still had privacy before turning back to Bishop. “That side of you before you get serious with someone?”
He nodded, not seemingly bothered by my nosy question. “Yep, most of the time just explaining it is enough to chase off the wrong guys. But occasionally they actually see my pup and then walk away.”
That would suck.
“They just leave?” His nod and the look on his face made me realize he’d downplayed the problem. “But not all the time?”
He wasn’t making me want to be more open.
“Not all the time.” His smile peeked out again and he beamed. “Like after you left on Friday, I met a guy, Cohen. He took it great and we had a good time. So sometimes it works out.”
Cohen?
The business suit guy who hung around with Preston and Eli?
Had they gone out?
Not that I would begrudge Bishop if they had. Cohen seemed nice and he could keep eye contact no matter what a model was wearing. Not even Eli could distract him.
Wait.
Wasn’t he straight?
“What about you?” Bishop gave me a soft smile when I shrugged. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s not that.” For some reason, I didn’t mind sharing with Bishop, especially when it let me ignore the elephant in the room…his night with Cohen. “I just don’t have that many people who’ve seen that side of me. I date here and there, but most of the Doms I’ve met have been Doms, not Daddies.”
There was a difference, no matter what some people thought.
Bishop nodded like he understood. “I ran into similar situations. I met a few Doms in my area, but they weren’t into the same things and were…I’m not sure what the right word is, but just more intense than I was looking for.”
But…
There was something in his voice or the way it almost trailed off that made me curious. “But…”
He chuckled. “You read me pretty well for not having known me long.”
I shrugged, trying to play it off. “You’re Wesley’s Bishop. We all know you really well at this point.”