Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Margo: You need this. They won’t be able to resist you in this. And you won’t mess it up with your crappy seduction techniques.
Someone else might take offense at Margo’s bluntness but not Indie. She preferred to just be told stuff.
Then Margo sent through a photo. It was of sexy lingerie.
Very sexy lingerie.
Indie: I won’t fit it.
Margo: You are barely showing. Plus, there’s a maternity version.
Barely showing? Really?
But she did love the silky gown with pieces of lace over the bust.
Then she winced as she saw the price.
Indie: Thanks. But it’s a bit out of my price range. I’ve got a baby to save for.
And at the moment she had no job. So she couldn’t justify a hundred pounds on a scrap of lace and silk.
Margo: I’ll get it for you.
Crap.
Indie: You will not! Do not do that, Margo.
Margo: Added to cart and sent. Enjoy!
Indie groaned. She sat on the side of her bed. She felt out of sorts. It had been close to two weeks since she’d last seen Quaid and that was only briefly.
Both Slade and Spencer had told her that they loved her, but Rock hadn’t.
And she had this feeling it might be because he thought he wasn’t as much a part of their relationship as the other two.
He acted like her bodyguard when they were out rather than her boyfriend.
She grabbed her gargoyle off her bed and hugged him tight. What she needed was to get out of her head. To not think for a while.
She’d hadn’t spent much time in her playroom. Maybe she should just go in there and see how she felt.
Slade was the only one home at the moment. Rock and Spencer had gone into work. Although neither had seemed that enthused at the idea, she was glad they were getting some work done.
Indie didn’t want to be the cause of their businesses suffering.
Opening the playroom door, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
“Well, Gary. What should we play with?”
Yes, she’d named her gargoyle Gary. She thought he suited it.
Gary looked at her like she was nuts.
She felt a bit crazy. How would this even work when Button arrived? Would she be able to be a Little? Would this become their nursery?
Bollocks.
She didn’t have a cot or clothes or a pram.
Calm.
You’re supposed to be relaxing. All this stress can’t be good for Button.
She headed to the tea party area, setting Gary into one chair. She grabbed a stuffed dog off the bed and put him on another seat. But it didn’t feel right.
She didn’t feel right.
Maybe her teepee would help?
Grabbing Gary, she headed in there and lay back, looking up at the lights that she’d turned on.
“I don’t know, Gary. Maybe I’m just defective. Crap at seduction. Crap being a good girlfriend and a Little and a sub. Hopefully, I won’t be a crap mum, Button.” She rubbed at her tummy as she said that.
Slade scowled as he stood outside the pink teepee listening to his girl mutter to herself about how crap she was.
That was going down in her notebook. He wasn’t going to have her talk badly about herself like that.
Crap at being a good girlfriend?
He didn’t think so. What was she talking about? She was amazing at everything she did.
Crap at being a Little? He ran his hand over his face. Hmm. They needed to spend more time in here, maybe. Sometimes it felt like there was so much going on in the outside world, it was difficult to shut it all out.
Crap at seduction?
What seduction? Had she been trying to seduce them? Well, she hadn’t tried with him. He’d have to ask the other two.
“Little one?” he called out, crouching down.
He said it quietly, but she still jumped with a cry.
“Sorry, Boo. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said, crawling into the teepee with her.
“I didn’t know you were there.” She eyed him suspiciously. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to hear you call yourself crap,” he growled.
She winced. “Umm. Oops?”
“Definitely oops,” he told her. “You’re in big trouble.”
She pouted. “I don’t want to write any more lines!”
“Oh, there are going to be lines and this will be going in your naughty girl notebook.”
Indie sniffed. “Well, I don’t have one of those.”
“Yes, you do. Spencer bought you one.”
“Nooo,” she cried.
“Yes. Are you allowed to put yourself down?”
“I am when it’s the truth.”
“No. It’s not the truth. You are not a crappy sub or Little or girlfriend.”
He left off the seduction part. He needed to speak to the others first.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m definitely sure. I don’t know why you’d even say that.” He slid her onto her side, facing him, and reached around to tap her ass several times. Not hard or harsh. But he didn’t think he had to cause actual pain in order to make his point.