“They left it up to me.”
“Do you want to fire me?” I looked up into his handsome face. It was late, and a bit of stubble had formed on his cheeks. I liked it. It made him look rugged and sexy. I wanted to rub myhand against it, and maybe my thighs. I attempted a seductive smile.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
So much for my seductive side.
“But we can discuss it on Monday.”
It was Friday night. Monday seemed like forever away. “Well, what do I do until Monday?”
“How about we take the rest of the weekend, and you just be my little girl?”
In theory, it sounded wonderful. But, how could I be little,his littlefor a weekend knowing on Monday he could send me away? But maybe my little could convince him to keep me. I was learning that she can be very convincing. Why not let my little take the reins for a while? It beat stressing for the next two days.
“Okay, Daddy.” My adult side had protected my little all these years; maybe it was time for my little to return the favor.
“Good.” He stepped forward and grabbed the back of my head. His fingers massaged my scalp while he tilted my head and landed a perfect kiss on my waiting lips. He coaxed my mouth open and tasted me, but before it got too deep, he pulled back.
“Now, change into your pajamas and get into bed.” He kissed me again and stepped backward toward the door. “Once you are all settled in bed, text me goodnight.”
He opened the door and stepped out.
“Wait.” I ran to the door. “Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“Aren’t you going to help me get my pjs on and read me a story?” I tried to play it with sarcasm, but it came out desperate and pathetic. I really wanted him to stay. “Aren’t you going to tuck me in?”
“Not tonight, my little sneak.” He frowned. “I think we need some time to think about the events of the evening.”
I pouted, but quickly hid it. I didn’t want him to kiss it away. Not when he wasn't sure. He wanted more time to find out if he wanted to be my daddy.
“Oh, Kylie.” He approached again and caressed my cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“You want more time to change your mind?” I pulled his hand away from my face. “It’s okay. I understand.”
“The time isn’t for me. Little sneak.” He bent down and whispered against my lips. “It’s for you.”
Little sneak. He called me that twice. I opened my mouth to protest, but he silenced me with a scorching kiss. It zapped my brain and made me forget what I was going to say. By the time I regained consciousness, he was at the door.
“Text me when you are in bed.” He stepped out of my room and stopped. “Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll read you a bedtime story over the phone.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“I saw that.” He waved and shut the door behind him.
I stuck it out again. Bet he didn’t see me that time, unless he could see through doors.
I missed him already. I kind of liked the nickname, little sneak.
In his presence, every care seemed to vanish, but alone, I had an entire night for anxiety to creep back in.
I double-bolted the door and went to the bathroom to change. The evening's activities played over and over in my head, from the spanking to the kissing and the playtime. It was all a dream. My mind was too antsy to relax; a hot shower would do the trick. My usual boring pajamas hung on the back of the door, but I was deep in little space.
The employee apartment didn’t have much storage. The stuff I didn’t need every day, I kept in a suitcase under the bed. All my little stuff was in a storage unit in New Jersey. Not that I hadmuch, but nothing beat a flannel onesie on a cold winter night. I rummaged through the bag.
“Bingo.” I yanked it out and held it up. “Yay, me.” I shimmied my shoulders, dropped the towel I had wrapped around me and slipped into the pink-and-green plaid onesie. It didn’t have the feet attached, but my warm, fuzzy slippers did the trick. I blow-dried my hair before putting it in braids and crawled into bed.
