“Daddy.” The word came out as a whine before I could stop it. “I can’t tell you that. You’re just going to have to figure it out as we go along.” I looked down at my hands, then back up at him, blinking. “That is, if you want to go along.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I want to go along.”
“Me, too.” A hot chocolate placed in front of me pulled my gaze away from Patrick’s deep green eyes. I grabbed the cup with both hands and took a sip. “Yummy.”
I licked the whipped cream off my lips. Patrick’s face turned away and he adjusted himself under the counter. I enjoyed knowing I could do that to him. I had felt him through his pants last night when he spanked me, and again this morning. His touch did something to me. But it wasn’t only that: it was his voice, the way his eyes found mine, the quiet attentiveness he’d shown me even before any of this started. It hit me all at once. I might have stumbled into exactly what I didn’t know I was looking for. “You never told me. What else are we going to do today?”
“Do you not like surprises, little one?” His hand rubbed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I do like surprises–when I know what they are.” I giggled and took another sip of hot chocolate.
“Well, that’s just silly.” Patrick shook his head and sipped water from a glass Mabel sat in front of him. “I thought youmight like to do a little sightseeing in Vegas. You haven’t left the property in weeks. How are you with heights?”
“Fine.” I shrugged.
“What about animals?”
“I love animals.” I paused my sipping. “Most animals. I don’t like snakes, but I can look at them if I don’t have to touch them.”
“So, the World of Snakes immersive experience is out?” He was joking, right?
“Yep. A hard no for me.” I shivered for another reason.
“What about the dark?” He winked. “You afraid of the dark?”
I inhaled and exhaled. I liked where this was going. “Nope.”
A low hum started in my belly at Patrick’s sexy smirk.
“Then I thought we’d have an early dinner. And, we can stop by the little’s event tonight.”
“That sounds like fun, but ...” I looked down at my jeans and felt the bow at my side.
“Maybe we should stop at a place I know, and we can do some shopping.” Patrick placed his hand on the back of my neck, and my nerves calmed immediately. “Find you something cute to wear tonight. How does that sound?”
“Perfect, Daddy.” I took another sip of my hot chocolate, getting a mix of whipped cream and chocolate on my lips. I turned to Patrick. “Do I have something on my face?”
He took the bait and leaned in. His tongue snaked out and licked the side of my lip before capturing my face in his hand and kissing me. After he finished cleaning my mouth, he leaned back.
“Ok, you two.” Mabel snickered and placed our food in front of us. “Eat.”
After breakfast, we jumped into an SUV with the Quadrangle logo on the doors. Patrick drove. We zipped around Las Vegas in and out of side streets until ten minutes later, we ended up at a popular Las Vegas attraction and event space calledArea15. We walked into the metal structure and the manager greetedus. He led us through the building, past the restaurants, games and other attractions, back outside to a steel tower with a sign announcing theLiftOff Experience.
Picture a table with sixteen seats lifting people one hundred feet into the air under a futuristic hot-air balloon.
I held in all the squeals as we sat. Patrick helped strap me in, and we were off. As we started ascending, the Vegas Strip came into spectacular view. Our feet dangled beneath us, and I kicked playfully.
“Look, Daddy.” We weren’t on the ride alone, but no one sat on either side of us. “There’s our home.” The Quadrangle in all its glory set off across the desert in the distance. It really looked like an oasis. “This is so cool.”
Patrick wasn’t looking at the view; his eyes remained on me. “I love seeing you smile.”
I pressed my lips together, trying to contain a smile that felt too big for my face. He peeled his gaze away from my mouth and kissed the side of my head. Patrick knew every building in Las Vegas. He talked and pointed out some of the other hotels in the area and other attractions. I grabbed his arm and leaned into him and listened, taking in the view on my Daddy’s arm. I was happier than I have ever been. The ride didn’t last long enough. Before I knew it, we were coming back down.
“Can we do it again?” Vegas from that angle made it seem so magical.
“Some other time. We have another couple of stops to make.”
At our next stop, we valeted the truck at the Aria Hotel and rode up a series of escalators into a dark passage. I spotted the sign forThe Arte Museumon the wall.
