Dear Daddy, Please Keep Me (Naughty or Nice #7) - Morticia Knight Page 0,2

“Exactly. The guy’s a freak of nature.”

“Have you punched in?”

Eric jumped with a yelp as he whirled around to face his boss, Mr. Carvel. Eric’s cheeks flushed hot and his heart thundered as he wondered how much of his conversation with Kira he’d heard.

“Y-yes, sir. I was just putting on my apron, sir.”

He narrowed his eyes first at him then Kira. “What about you, missy? Why aren’t you practicing with the tables in the warehouse?”

Kira glanced around as if confused then pointed to her own chest. “Oh. You mean me?” She plastered on a huge fake smile. “I’m sorry, Mr. Carvel. I didn’t realize you were speaking to me. My name is Kira. Not Missy.”

Mr. Carvel muttered something offensive under his breath that related to female dogs. Eric hoped like hell Kira hadn’t heard him. She was barely holding back her disgust for the man as it was, and he’d hate for her to be out of a job during the holidays.

“Both of you, get to work now. Otherwise, you can count this little chat you’ve been having as your fifteen-minute break!”

As soon as Mr. Carvel was out of hearing range, Kira grunted. “God, I despise that man. I’m running out of excuses not to deck his halls, but if he calls me a bitch under his breath one more time, I’ll have no choice.”

Eric gasped. “You heard him?”

“Oh please. I always hear him.” She chuckled. “If only he could hear what I call him under my breath, then he’d probably want to deck me.”

Eric laughed, but he was still worried about his friend. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you to lose your job.”

Kira smiled and squeezed his shoulder. “You’re such a sweetheart. I can’t figure out why you don’t have a permanent Daddy yet.”

Kira might not be in the lifestyle, but she was so supportive and understanding.

“Ooh, that reminds me. I need your help to write a Dear Santa letter.”

She snorted. “Oh yeah? Sounds intriguing.”

Eric glanced over his shoulder and caught Mr. Carvel glaring. He figured getting a break that day wouldn’t be happening.

“I’ll tell you all about it later. We’d better get to work before we really get in trouble.”

Kira peered past him then broke into another fake smile and waved at Mr. Carvel. Eric couldn’t believe the nerves of steel she had.

Kira nudged him with your elbow. “You’re right. I’m probably pushing my luck. Get together after work?”

Eric finished tying his apron. “Thanks, Kiki.”

As he ambled off to his station, he let out a contented sigh. Kira would come through for him. Maybe by the time the new year started, he’d have a Daddy of his very own after all.

Chapter Two

Dalton scratched his beard as he scrolled through all the Dear Santa letters on the Cuffd site. Man, it was like an all-you-can eat buffet of beautiful boys—the type where you wanted to take five desserts, even though you knew you couldn’t handle them. But overall, whoever had come up with the holiday matchmaking idea was a genius.

Squinting his eyes, Dalton leaned forward to get a better look at one of the boys. Binkie_Lover23. His belly, that he swore was getting more rounded every year, bumped the edge of his computer desk.

Hmm. He’s a cutie.

That was the whole problem, though. So far, they were all cuties. Dalton read the letter and pondered. Did he really want only part time with a boy? He’d stuck to his guns for years when it came to what he needed in a forever boy, so he didn’t see the point in giving in now. Sure, he was lonely as fuck and been anxious to meet someone, but compromising would only create heartache in the long run for them both.

Dalton clicked the back button, then scrolled down the list until another boy caught his eye. NoLmtsBoy. He nodded to himself as he read the letter. This one could be a real possibility. He went to the man’s profile and was on the verge of contacting him when he spotted one issue that wouldn’t work for him. Piss play was a dealbreaker.

He let out a groan. So far, he’d read about twenty letters, seen more attractive men than he could count, and he still couldn’t find someone he felt comfortable contacting. Dalton ran his hand across the top of his head. Maybe he was getting a bit punchy from sitting in front of the screen for almost two hours. Here it was, his first full night off in weeks and instead