"You did so good," he coos as if he didn't just wipe the water from me and drink it himself. "Tomorrow, little girl, I expect you to bring that water and drink at least two of them while you're here. Understand?"
It sounds like a rule so I don't question him. I suppose he doesn't want his staff passing out on his property. "Yes, sir."
He studies me for a beat. "If at any point I'm overstepping, making you uncomfortable, or you just need me to back off, please use a safeword. The staff here understands the traffic light system and will respect it too. Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. You can use them at any time. I won't be mad, but we will talk about it so I know how to be better for you. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," I whisper, cheeks blooming with heat for a whole new reason.
Preston curses silently and mumbles something about me calling him a different name soon. I ignore it and wipe my hands on my damp sweaty jeans and take another sip of water.
Feeling a little better, I hop from my stool to get back to work. "Thank you," I murmur, wanting him to know I appreciate lunch. Later I'll worry about what I owe him,especiallyafter he wraps the sandwich in a baggy and wrestles it into the bag at my back.
Blushing and a little likewhat the heck just happened, I shuffle toward the door. Water bottle in hand and backpackmade heavier by the addition of dinner for tonight, I wave at Preston.
"Little girl?" he calls before I fully leave.
When I turn around he's closer than I thought, only a foot separating us. My breath catches and I swear my toes fall off and run away with shock. He kisses my sweaty, yucky forehead.
"See you for lunch tomorrow. Here. That's your new rule."
I squeak and chase my toes right out the darn door.So much for cooling off.
eight
PRESTON
It's the end of Lulu's first week and I already know hiring her will be life-changing for future Littles and Subs who need our help. Her ideas have been incredibly inclusive, not ridiculous, and perfect for all kinds of people to enjoy.
I've enjoyed seeing her Little peek out with excitement when I praise her notes. She does this little thing where her nose scrunches up and she bounces on the balls of her feet as if she's trying to contain her happy feelings.
Her second day was a bit of a shock. After finding out from one of the other Daddies on site that she was writing against a tree with only a sheet of paper, I stocked her up with enough notebooks to last a lifetime. Her pen met the bottom of the first garbage can I saw too.
If she were mine her cute little ass would have been red. Alas, I had to settle for enforcing some rules and expectations.
Had she not panicked a little at the list I started with, I would have continued but I recognized she needed time to settle into the concept of me looking out for her. I can't take care of her as much as I want to yet, so patience has become a constant reminder.
She has learned pretty quick that I expect her in my kitchen by noon for lunch every day. Under no circumstances should she hesitate to make herself at home. We're still working on that one, but I love the way she tiptoes to her sandwich and quietly eats with me. The sweet woman never brings a lunch box and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't drink or eat a damn thing if I didn't require it.
On my long list of concerns is how little she talks, only because I don't want it to be out of fear. I have a theory that her Little is mostly nonverbal, which would mean she feels safe enough to regress around me. Fingers crossed that's the case because tonight I invited her over for playtime after her shift. She blushed so red I feared she would say no, but gave me a small nod and all but ran right back out into the summer heat.
Flipping through her notes, I glance at the clock once again. It's almost six and Lulu still isn't here. I try to remind myself that she's much shorter than I am and it might take her longer to get here, though that doesn't seem quite right.
Sighing, I turn my focus back to her fire pit idea and the drawing. The detail is amazing. When I told Lulu she needed to be more descriptive if she wouldn't verbally tell me her thoughts, I wasn't expecting this level of dedication. She has such a creative mind that I've been absolutely amazed so many times this week.
She's exactly what we need to make this place feel welcoming and comfortable for a wide range of guests. I'm thinking about hiring a few more individuals who are familiar with other kinks to do something similar to the impromptu position I created for her. I would ask the other Littles running around to help, and I'm sure they will still provide their opinions, but I need other perspectives too.
There's no denying Lulu is a Little. I may not have heard her verbally tell me she is, but her behavior, knowledge of thelifestyle, and her acceptance of me being a Daddy is all I need to pull out all the stops to make that sweet girl mine.
"Alright," I snap, standing abruptly from my chair. She should have been here at least a half hour ago. I can't wait any longer and I won't pretend to. Lulu is mine.
I've kept my eyes peeled on my trek to the employee parking lot and haven't found Lulu. Her shitty truck is still in its spot but I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.
Where is she if she's not with me? I'd understand if she simply forgot about our date and went home. So why is she here?
My frown is beginning to give me a headache but I press on. Catching sight of a guard near the gate, I hustle toward him, thankful it's Kevin. He's our best guy and should get a promotion if he can tell me where my Lulu is.
"Kevin!" I shout, clearing my throat of the total desperation stealing my sanity. If she's hurt on the grounds somewhere...
"Hey, bossman," Kevin greets with an easy smile on his face. "What can I do for you?"
