“I love it.”
Pushing back from the table, I pat my lap. “Come sit over here. I want to feed you.”
Her eyes widen. “Mr. Capulet? Are you sure?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Do I look unsure?”
“Should I bring my plate?” She stands up, hovering her hands over her place setting.
“No. I’ll feed you from mine.”
The idea obviously strikes her as strange, but she goes with it. I’m not sure what her date with Tag was like last night, but he said it went well when he texted me this morning. If I detected an element of smugness to his text, well, I don’t fault him for that. Because if things go well with Janie and me tonight, I’ll be wanting to brag about it, too.
She walks over and slowly perches herself in my lap. Her plump little bottom is warm against my legs. I stroke her thigh over her dress before gathering salmon onto my fork.
“Open.” I hold the fork near her lips.
She obediently takes the bite, chews, and swallows. “You’re treating me like a little kid.”
“I like taking care of you.” I load up my fork with another bite.
She shoots me a sassy look. “I can feed myself, though.”
In a firmer voice, I repeat, “I like taking care of you.”
With a soft sigh, she takes the next bite I offer.
“Janie, it’s time we talked about the things we like.”
“I like your risotto.” She gives me a wicked grin before accepting her next bite.
“I like taking care of women. I like making decisions for them, feeding them, doling out consequences when they’re naughty.”
“Are you a Daddy Dom, too?” she asks.
So Tag did talk to her about this. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to call you Daddy?”
“If you want to. But I’m also partial to Mr. Capulet.”
Her eyes twinkle as she gazes at me. “I’m partial to Mr. Capulet, too.”
Sweet doll. “Now take a few more bites like a good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.”
“A reward?” She grins. “Okay.”
I feed her for a couple more minutes. I ask her questions about her family, now that I’ve met them, and about how well she gets along with her siblings. Personal questions that I never asked when she was younger, because I wasn’t interested in her back then. It wasn’t until she got into her twenties and started working for me, that my interest gradually grew.
Now, I want to know everything.
I could sit here with her on my lap forever and inhale her sweet, sugary scent.
But I have other plans for Janie tonight.
I help her off my lap and lead her to the living room. The lights are low, because I’ve tried to create a romantic ambiance. I might be a dirty old man in my lust for Janie, but I also genuinely care about her and her comfort.
“It looks nice in here.” She turns in a slow circle. “Now what do you have in mind, Mr. Capulet?”
