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“Coloring, like in coloring books?”
“Little kid cartoon ones too.” Tony whispers, “Weird, right?”
Before I can disagree with him, patrons at the other end of the bar call for him, and he moves off.
“Sometimes they’re naughty little girls and have too much to drink,” Marcus hints, studying my reaction. “When my schedule allows, I like to come and keep an eye on them.”
A table full of possible littles. Maybe coming back to town wasn’t a bad idea after all. I can tell Marcus wants to say something. If I’m right, he’s afraid of outing the entire table, especially considering Tony’s attitude. He’d most likely be more judgmental if he knew what I suspect about the group.
“Do any of them have Daddies?” I ask, unable to hide my interest.
As I turn and really look at the occupants of the table, my eyes widen and my heart nearly stops at who I see—Professor Violet Davis.
When the history of photography professor first bounced into the conference room for our faculty meeting at the beginning of the semester, I felt an instant connection with her. Something called me to her, and now I know why. Since then, her intelligence and bubbly enthusiasm have continued to draw me in. The department has asked us to run workshops together during the upcoming parents’ weekend. Now, I’m even more excited about spending time together and getting to know her.
“Not that I know of,” he says, grinning. “Sounds like we have more in common than we thought.”
“Looks like.” Grinning, I ask, “Which one do you want as your little girl?”
He blushes slightly and chuckles, glancing at the table. “The blonde on the end.”
“Across from her is Professor Violet Davis. We’re in the same department,” I tell him, grinning. “I knew there was something special about her.”
“I don’t know much about her,” he admits, then laughs. “So at least you know she hasn’t been hauled down to the station.”
I chuckle.
“Too bad the closest club is all the way down in Boston.” I glance at the table.
“House Esclavage is a great club, and I try to get down there once a month.” Marcus leans in closer. “I saw those three there last month, enjoying the playroom.”
“You didn’t approach them?”
“No, they were having too much fun. Totally adorable, wearing footie pajamas, their hair in pigtails, cuddling stuffies, and sucking on pacifiers.” Marcus glances at the table, smiling. “It was clear they weren’t there to hook up with Daddies.”
“They just wanted a safe place to be in little headspace,” I surmise, looking back at the group quietly chatting and coloring.
“Exactly. I got the impression the girls were regulars.”
“But now you know you’re not setting yourself up for disappointment, that she’s not what you’re looking for.” I look back at the little professor who’s clearly enjoying herself, realizing how relieved I am to know she’s what I’m looking for—a little girl. Usually, I would never get romantically involved with a coworker. But this is an opportunity I’m not going to give up.
“It sounds like you speak from experience,” Marcus says, giving me an assessing stare.
“That obvious?” I chuckle.
My last relationship ended when the woman I was dating admitted she was only playacting at being a little girl, in order to gain my attention. It left me feeling betrayed.
The table of little girls erupts into a fit of giggles, and Marcus and I grin at each other.
“They deserve the night out. All those little girls work hard in their adult lives,” he tells me.
I know Violet certainly works hard, between teaching classes, overseeing the campus photography club, and her work on curating historical artifact displays for the library.
“Incoming,” I mutter as I see Tony moving toward us.
“What can I get you?” he asks cheerfully, seemingly not noticing our conversation abruptly ending with his approach.
I order a grilled chicken sandwich and a flight of the Fall Fest brews on tap. Marcus, who is technically on call, settles for the fish and chips with an unsweetened black iced tea. The conversation shifts to the town gossip I’ve missed. Marcus updates me on what’s happening with our former classmates who’ve stayed in town, adding in who’s been married, divorced, and arrested. And in one case, killed in a hunting accident last year, which is still under investigation.
