Page 7 of Schooling Little Sage

I’d figured as much. “Which others do you like?”

“That’s easy, all of them.”

I chuckled. “Silly boy,” slipped out, far too easily. “Come on, let’s get you clothed.”

Boots, jeans, t-shirts and flannels. He even needed socks and boxers. While he tried on the pile we’d gathered, I snuck off and bought that bear. He emerged from the dressing room shortly after I’d returned with a pile of clothes taller than he was.

“Um, how much money do I have?”

Great question. “What did your parents leave you with?”

“Nothing.”

No surprise there. “Let me take those while you ask Becky to scan the card Miss Sadie gave you earlier to see what’s loaded on it.” Hopefully, Master Derek had the forethought to do that.

I followed him to the register, fully prepared to pay for everything when Becky’s words shocked us both. “Master Derek said for Sage to get whatever he needed for work and we’d deal with it later.”

Note to self, make sure and thank him for that.

“Is that okay?” Sage asked me.

“Whatever Master Derek says is always right. You’ll quickly learn that here.” I winked.

Sage’s cheeks pinked and he glanced away. “Thank you, Becky.”

“Why don’t you take the boots and hat up to your room, Sage, and I’ll send the rest to laundry for you. One of the submissives will deliver the clothes to your room later and hang them up.”

“Submissives?”

Becky’s eyes met mine.

“He starts 101 classes tomorrow.”

“Gotcha.”

“Master Derek also ordered this for him.” She handed us a phone box. “Sadie added all the important phone numbers into it including yours, Master Warner.”

Of course she did, at her Daddy’s request, I’m sure.

“Can you show me how to use it?”

“Absolutely. Thank you for everything, Becky.”

“You bet. And, Sage, if you have any questions, or need anything at all, feel free to ask me or anyone wearing a Rawhide Ranch shirt. Consider this Ranch a safe space.”

“Th-thank you, Becky.”

I had a feeling it was gonna take a bit for Sage to get settled in, let alone trust anyone enough to ask the millions of questions swirling through his brain.

Earn his trust.

A goal my errant mind just set for us to achieve.

Chapter Three

“I’ll wait for you down here.” Warner handed me the bags when we got to the elevator.

“This one is yours.” I tried to hand him the extra one back.