Dear Daddy, Please Keep Me (Naughty or Nice #7) - Morticia Knight Page 0,1

Eric figured that was his punishment for being a responsible employee. That was why he preferred Daddies. They gave praise and cuddles instead.

With a heavy sigh, Eric slammed his laptop shut. He didn’t need this stress right now. It was time to live up to his reputation and get ready for work to make sure he arrived ten minutes early. Other than Kira, his bestie—who was in charge of packing everything for the events then setting it up—no one else at work knew about his secret life as a little.

He didn’t dare let them find out. As it was, they could be mean about showing their disdain for him. They’d make comments as if they were being said behind his back, but made sure they were in hearing range whenever he passed by. He was too femme, too small and girly, too childish. The last part hurt a lot. He did not behave like a little at work, not at all.

Not only that, he was more mature than many of his fellow workers when it came to goofing off or making crude jokes. He did his job, kept to himself and was excellent at helping to make decisions or coming up with solutions at the last minute if the cookies broke or a cake fell. Everyone else would be freaking out that an event would be ruined, but he could step in and be the calm in the storm.

Eric rifled through the section of his closet dedicated to his work clothing. Everything was separated by purpose. He wore a full-body apron over whatever outfit he had on so that stains would be minimized, but that didn’t mean he was going to prance around in anything boring to and from work.

He’d devised a system where anything he’d owned for more than a year would be relegated to the work side of his closet. That way, if a clothes-destroying stain landed on his pants or shirt, he wouldn’t have a meltdown.

After picking out one of his older My Little Pony T-shirts and a more faded than was artistically appropriate pair of jeans, he went through his grooming routine. A light dab of product in his dark hair, a few swipes of the mascara brush and a touch of tint on his lips was perfect. He’d already gone through his skin care regimen that morning.

Eric checked the time on his cell once more before leaving the crowded room he rented in an old house with three other subs. He was the only little, but they all understood each other and got along. He’d been lucky. The local club had allowed his roomies to put up a flyer when their last roommate had moved out to live with his Master. Otherwise, he would’ve been screwed. The rents in Boulder, even for a studio, were outside his budget.

Eric jogged to the bus stop, his chosen mode of transportation part of the reason he always arrived early. The schedule was out of his control, as was the randomness of the bus showing up late.

The trip seemed unusually short as they pulled up to his stop. That’s when he realized he’d been dwelling on the Santa letter and what he’d say in it. As he rose on the slowing bus, readying to jump off the rear exit, his stomach squeezed.

He had no idea what to write. None. Zilch. Eric sighed. Nada.

But it was time to concentrate on work. He could stress out about Santa letters later.

Right as Eric punched his timecard, there was a tap on his shoulder. He whipped around and broke into a grin.

“Hey Kiki, I thought you had today off.”

Eric was excited to see Kira, but bummed she’d had to show up at work.

She rolled her eyes. “Ol’ Grumpy McGrumperton called me in about the Henderson wedding tomorrow night.”

Eric retrieved his apron from the messenger bag he always carried with him. Just because it was pink, the guys at work always called it his purse.

“I don’t understand. Are you supposed to set up a day early or something?”

She shook her head and donned her famous pursed lip, arched eyebrows expression of sarcasm and replied, “Oh no. Not at all. Not something logical.” She crossed her arms. “Apparently, I need to practice folding and unfolding the banquet tables, because I’ve been taking too long at set up and costing him money.”

Eric blinked several times. “That doesn’t make any sense. Isn’t he paying you just to come down here and fold and unfold the tables?”

She smirked.