Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
When the two generous pieces of pizza were on a plate and I had a sippy cup full of milk that made my little side all happy and wiggly, I sat down and took a breath. “Gonna open my present. Oh, socks first.”
Kicking off my shoes, I quickly changed my socks to the new special ones.
“I’m so cute.” Stretching my legs out, I wiggled my toes and laughed as the noodles moved. “Mac-n-Cheese Man to the rescue.”
Best present ever but they’d probably never know.
“It has to be one of the freshmen.” They were the only ones who would’ve found the socks funny in a ridiculous kind of way. They were always laughing at the idea of the club even though they came every week and brought food they’d worried over making in the small dorm kitchens.
It was a fun way of pushing them to get more independence and improve their skills in the cooking, but they still thought it was silly.
But my little side loved silly, so I was going to enjoy them even while my Secret Santa laughed.
“Mac-n-Cheese Man to the present.” I had one more to go. “Real presents too. Not a gift card.”
Not even to Target where I could buy toys.
“Oh.” Pulling out a spoon and a fork with writing down the handles, I wiggled more and was quickly losing the stay-big battle. “My mac and cheese spoon and my mac and cheese fork. I gots a special fork and spoon just for mac and cheese.”
I had the bestest Secret Santa ever.
Mac-n-Cheese Club was the best.
“Oh, I gots a card too.” Wiggling, I pulled it out and carefully opened it as I looked at my pretty fork and spoon. They were shiny and just for eating the bestest food ever. “Oh, it’s got presents on it.”
Merry Christmas from your Secret Santa.
The best little deserves the best presents.
“Oh…I got a Secret Daddy?” My big side said I should probably be worried, but my little side was too excited and he won. He ’minded me that no one at the University cared and most of the club was probably Doms and subs, anyway.
“What’s Secret Daddy gonna get me next?”
Mac-n-Cheese Club just kept getting better and better. I got yummy pizza, a big brownie, and a Daddy.
Chapter 2
Dante
“You’re going to give him a heart attack.” Levi’s dry tone coming from behind me would’ve had me rolling my eyes if I hadn’t been watching the sexy professor walk home.
“He’s smart and he’ll realize right off the bat that no one cares about his preferences around this school.” The Secret Santa note might make him a bit nervous for a few minutes but just looking at him bouncing away and smiling at his goodies said that it wouldn’t last long.
He was laid-back in general and seemed to be a happy little. I was hoping that would work in my favor when it came to the Secret Santa surprise.
“People don’t always react like you think they will.” The condescending tone had me shaking my head and I thought about just walking away completely until he was in a less bitter mood.
“Ruslan will.” My possibly overconfident tone made Levi sigh.
“Professor Winslow.”
Fuddy duddy.
“Nope, my little should be called by his first name in social situations. He’s not a stickler for formality, and it won’t help him see me as a Dom if I call him Professor Winslow.” No, that definitely didn’t set the right mood for a social interaction.
Even if I wanted just a date from the sexy professor, I had to get him to see me as an equal, not a student he’s trying to keep at arm’s length.
Levi scoffed. “You’re going to end up scaring the hell out of him.”
He was making it very hard to remember that I liked him and because of that I wasn’t going to point out that he was the one who’d scared the incredibly shy little.
Ruslan couldn’t be defined as outgoing by any means, but he wasn’t painfully shy. I’d always imagined his little side as cheerful and outgoing to make up for his slightly more reserved grown-up side.
“It’s going to be fine.” One step at a time. “I’m going to give him some time to get used to the idea. By that point he’ll have probably guessed it’s me. Then I’ll give him his next presents and ask him out.”
It was a sound plan and I wasn’t going to let the crazy asshole talk me out of it. I’d put way too much work into setting up and rigging the Secret Santa exchange to let him fuck with it now.
“Come on.” A distraction was definitely in order before I did something drastic. “I want to run by the campus store. I need to grab a drink before it closes. I need more caffeine if I’m going to finish that paper and you’re even more behind than I am.”