Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
He continues to laugh. “If you were mine, I would monitor your gummy bear intake and brush and floss your teeth every time you ate them.”
My eyes go wide. Did he say he would brush and floss for me? I glance at Layla and realize she probably hasn’t brushed her own teeth since she met her Daddy. Is that something Tate is interested in? Is he looking for a deeply regressed Little girl?
As Theo feeds Layla another bite and then holds her sippy cup up for her to take a drink, I wonder for the first time in my life if maybe I would like to live the way she does.
A full-body shudder shakes my entire frame, leaving me both hot and cold at the same time.
Who am I?
Chapter Four
After dinner—after Tate and Theo clean the kitchen—we all play a game around the kitchen table. It’s a hilarious memory game, and I find out I’m better at it than Tate. Either that or he let me beat him. That’s possible. I don’t know him well enough to be sure if he would let me win, but I get to know him better throughout the evening.
He seems genuinely interested and attentive. He smiles a lot, and every time I look at him, he’s looking at me. It makes me blush and squirm. I keep thinking about how it felt to have his hand on my thigh and wishing I were sitting close enough to him for him to do it again.
When the game is over, I glance at the time on the microwave. “I should get home. I have to work in the morning.” Really I just don’t want to stay so long that I’m keeping Theo and Layla from whatever their nighttime routine is. If I had a Daddy like Theo, I’d be bouncing in my seat, wondering when my guests were finally going to leave.
I look at Tate. If I had a Daddy like Tate…
Tate nods. “Did you drive here, Sophia?”
I shake my head. “No. I don’t have a car. I took an Uber.”
“I’d be happy to drive you home, if you don’t mind me knowing where you live. I’ll totally understand if you’d rather I don’t.”
Relief floods me. I have been hoping he would take me home. “I’d like that. Thank you.”
We all stand, and I help Layla put the game pieces back in the box while Theo and Tate wander toward the living room.
“So?” Layla whispers.
I giggle. “Tate is nice,” I respond noncommittally with a shrug.
Layla rolls her eyes. “You already knew he was nice. Do you like him, like him?”
I glance toward the door to make sure the men aren’t returning. “Yeah. Maybe.” I do, but I’m still nervous and skeptical.
She claps her hands and bounces on her feet. “Yay. Are you going to invite him in when he takes you home?”
“I don’t know yet. Maybe.” I’ll have to see how I feel when that moment is upon me.
Layla and I lock arms as we join the men at the front door. That’s when I realize I’m still wearing my Little dress. I have a bag of clothes because I’d changed after I arrived. I’d intended to change back into regular, vanilla street clothes before leaving.
My bag is by the front door, and I point at it. “I should change really quick before we leave.”
Tate turns and picks up my bag. “You don’t need to change on my account, Little one. No one but me will see you.”
I chew on my bottom lip for a moment. It’s true that no one will likely see me. Maybe if I lived in an apartment building. But I don’t. I rent a small house near where I work.
Drawing in a deep breath, I say, “Okay.”
Tate’s brow furrows in that way that tells me he’s skeptical about my response. He tips my chin back. “If it makes you uncomfortable, you may go change first. I don’t mind.”
I shake my head. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”
After a round of hugs and goodbyes, I let Tate lead me out to his black SUV. He sets my bag in the back seat before opening the front passenger door. As I step closer, he circles my waist with his hands and lifts me off my feet to set me in the seat. He even pulls the seatbelt across me and fastens it.
I’m dizzy from his dominance as he rounds the car and climbs in. He hands me his phone. “Can you put your address in the GPS for me, Little one?”
I enter it with shaky fingers and hand it back.
“Good girl.” He attaches his phone to a holder on the dashboard and takes my hand in his. “Don’t panic. I’m just driving you home. If you’ll let me, I’ll come in and tuck you into bed, but that’s it. Nothing else is going to happen between us tonight.”