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Nobody ever wanted nothing from a business deal, especially one too good to be true. Something was up, and I had to know what it was. However, it was next to impossible thanks to his charismatic smile, charmingly handsome face, and silver tongue. I vaguely wondered what else he could do with that gifted tongue of his, but I held my ground. After all, this was business, and, in the business world, there were sharks and minnows. I was no minnow.

"I'm going to need some time to think about it," I informed him as our main course came from the kitchen. "After all, even though it sounds like a good deal, how do I know I can trust you?" He smiled proudly as he cut into his steak.

"Because I'm a lawyer," he remarked before taking a bite. "I'm going to make sure everything is one hundred percent legal and beneficial to all parties." I shrugged as I cut into my steak, the sawing motion of the utensils slow and deliberate.

"You're also a business man," I reminded him eating. "That means that you can't be trusted." He chuckled as he looked at me from across the table.

"Guess that makes two of us, doesn't it?" he asked. "That means we'll have to do what we can to earn each other's trust."

CHAPTER FOUR

Lance

The game of cat and mouse had begun, and I couldn't tell which of us was the cat and who was the mouse. As much as I hated to admit it, the only thing I found myself imagining the entire dinner was how badly I wanted to get Bianca alone and make her my Little. While most Daddies preferred sweet and innocent Littles who minded their P's and Q's, I often found myself drawn to the more bratty kind. To me, there was nothing more bratty than a smart woman who played hard to get.

Normally, when I met up with women, panties dropped, and they all threw themselves at me, asking me to have them, but Bianca was different. She remained cool and calm, strictly professional, and it excited me to no end. The erection I had beneath my silk suit was a clear sign of all this. All I had to do was look for the right angle.

Of course, my main goal had been to keep things strictly professional between us, but, after meeting her in person, I was in for a huge surprise. The way everyone talked about Bianca and Bernice Darling made them seem like they were much older, more on Auntie level than Little, but I had come nowhere near prepared for the bratty Little before me. The longer we talked, the more I wanted to take her home, the more I wanted her. My meeting with her was like a game of poker: if I showed my hand too soon, the game would be over, and I would lose. To me, that's all this was… A game.

By the time we were topping off our luxurious dinner with some New York style cheesecake with fresh berry syrup, including the berries themselves, Bianca started to look around. She did so intently, almost as if she was searching diligently for something or someone she knew was there, even if she couldn't pinpoint where. After a few minutes of watching her, I shook my head at her.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and she frowned as she looked back at me.

"Looking for the waiter," she informed me, her tone both confident and confused. "The waiter always brings out the bill with the dessert. I wonder why he didn't." Unable to help myself, I erupted in laughter, loving how naive and innocent she looked in her confusion.

"There will be no bill," I informed her, and her frown deepened as she stared at me. "This is my restaurant, therefore I don't pay to eat here." She considered this for a moment, but she grew even more confused the longer she tried to grasp what I was telling her.

"What about my bill?" she asked. "I ordered some pretty expensive stuff. Won't you lose money?" Her concern for my overall business was adorable, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Of course not," I promised her. "With this being my restaurant, I conduct business meetings here all the time, and I've never once lost a single penny unless business dealings with said parties turn bad." I took my wine glass and hefted it up in salutation. "Of course, that's basic business for you." She thought for a moment as she looked around, still seeming confused.

"So, I don't have to pay for my meal?" she asked, almost sounding nervous as she looked back at me. I gave her my most confident smile as I rose to my feet.

"Consider it my thanks for your time this evening," I told her as I offered my hand to her. "I do hope you'll consider my business proposal. Darling Realty wouldn't be the same without you." She rose to her feet and shook my hand.

"How will I get in contact with you once I've made my decision?" she asked politely. Cursing myself for having not thought of it sooner, I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and pulled out a business card, relieved that I had recently printed up the stack of special cards I had made.

"With this," I told her as I handed it to her. "All my business information is on the front. On the back, however, you'll find my personal number. Just in case, you know?" She stared at me, her eyes full of wonder, and I gave her a wink. "Whatever your decision is, I promise to support one hundred percent. I do look forward to working with you, though." With that, I nodded at Barry, who was watching us in the same shocked amazement, and started towards the door, where the valet quickly rushed off to retrieve my car.

Once alone in my stunning car, I attached my Bluetooth and called my brother, Derek. He didn't answer the first time, which, after seeing the clock on my dashboard, I didn't blame him. He was probably spending time with his Little before having her go to bed, despite it being a Friday night. I was just pulling into the driveway when my phone rang. Looking down, I saw it was Derek.

"Hey, Lance," he said as soon as I answered the phone. "What's up? You called?" I nodded while I walked into my giant, luxurious house, which was conveniently in the same neighborhood as Derek's house.

"You'll never believe who I met today," I told him with a proud smile on my face. When he didn't respond right away, I continued. "Bianca Darling." He sounded in awe and slightly confused as he processed this.

"Bernice's sister?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Yes, Bernice's sister," I said as I unlocked the front door and entered my home. "The one I've been trying to find ever since buying Darling Realty." Derek had said I was crazy and better off with trying to get Bernice to rejoin the company, but Bernice was too busy being Nathan's Little and helping with Skye, who was currently four months pregnant with Derek's baby, that she didn't want to go back to work.

"That's amazing," he exclaimed, and I heard someone mumbling in the background. As if responding to their inquiry, Derek's voice grew distant. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Go back to sleep, and I'll be back in a bit." He then went silent for a few minutes, but I heard the sound of a door closing and another opening shortly after. After the sound of yet another door closing, Derek continued. "Sorry, I had to take the conversation to the office. Skye's been pretty sick lately, so it's best not to bother her when she's trying to sleep." I shrugged as I made my way to the kitchen, carrying the nearly forgotten leftovers from my dinner with Bianca to the fridge.

"That's okay," I told him as I put everything away. "Is she doing any better at least?" Derek sounded uncertain.

"I'll tell you a bit later," he said, sounding a bit rushed as he avoided my question. "Anyways, tell me more about Bernice." I chuckled and proceeded to get myself a nice glass of brandy before heading up to my study.

"Okay," I told him, "but you'll want to sit down for this."

CHAPTER FIVE