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She came to a stop as she reached her door. Settled on the floor was a bunch of red roses.
Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t thought that Gray would send her flowers. Heck, all she’d heard from him was a quick text telling her that he would be busy for a while.
It had been a bit of a disappointment. She’d almost begun to wonder if there was something more between them.
But she was a booty call. She couldn’t expect him to be texting or calling her round the clock or asking for her to share BFF bracelets or something.
Although that would be super cute. She wondered if she could do something like that for her clients. Maybe matching collars and bracelets for them and their pets.
Ooh. Yes. She liked that.
Last night, she’d felt a bit down. So she’d cheered herself up with a Little night. She and Squish had watched reruns of all of her favorite cartoons until the wee hours of the morning, and eaten her weight in popcorn.
She might need a nap this afternoon. Luckily, she loved naps. She didn’t understand people who didn’t. How decadent was it to be able to sleep during the day? Of course, sometimes she slept too long while napping and then spent half the night awake, creating a bad cycle.
What you need is a Daddy to wake you up, then make sure you go to bed at a decent time.
An image of Gray putting her down for a nap swam through her mind. But that wasn’t who he was. Right?
No. Nope. She couldn’t see him being interested in her Little side.
Sure, he had some Dominant tendencies, but that didn’t mean anything. It definitely didn’t mean that he was a Daddy Dom.
But it was very sweet of him to send her flowers. She unlocked her door, then picked the flowers up and walked inside to set everything down on the table.
She unwrapped the paper from around the roses. Huh, that was weird, there wasn’t a note or anything that indicated what florist they came from. She picked up the roses, gasping as a thorn stuck into her palm.
Ouch. Shit. Had the florist missed some thorns? That was pretty crappy. She stared at the flowers, seeing each stem had one thorn.
Okay, that was a bit weird. Surely a florist wouldn’t miss one thorn on each stem.
A feeling of unease filled her and she hastily locked the door.
She was being silly. There was no reason to see the roses as anything other than a sweet gesture. How could they possibly be a threat?
Taking in a deep breath, she settled her nerves. Right. She needed a vase. She didn’t have one, but she’d seen something that would work down in the basement kitchen. She’d brave the creepy basement and go grab it. But maybe she should take a weapon with her. Just in case. She searched for her pocket knife.
She headed downstairs.
It’s just a basement.
It can’t hurt you.
Walking into the kitchen, she swallowed heavily.
She tiptoed into the kitchen. She didn’t know why she thought it would be better if she moved quietly. It wasn’t like she was doing anything wrong. She only came down here to use the laundry and she put that off as long as possible.
She’d taken to washing her underwear in the sink upstairs and drying them in the bathroom.
Opening a cupboard, she started to search for the vase. Where the heck had she seen it? She started with the higher cupboards, then crouched to look through the bottom ones. Where was it, though?
Finally, she found it right at the back. She was pretty much half in the cupboard when she heard a noise behind her.
Stupidly, she froze.
Yeah, she knew that was the last thing she should actually do. If someone was there and they planned to hurt her, then she was in an extremely vulnerable position.
“Hello?”
