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She chuckled and patted his arm. “What, do you like her?” she asked. “I could totally see you with her.”
He scowled at her. “I don't like her. You just haven’t ever brought her around.”
She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. One day, her eye rolls and potty mouth we're going to get her in trouble. Miles couldn't wait for the day when she found her Daddy and he punished her for those things.
“What do you want to know?” she asked.
“Why is this the first time I've seen her? If you're friends with her then why am I just seeing and hearing about her?”
It was weird that he had never heard about her because Hedda and he were best friends. Was she trying to keep Storm away from him?
“Well, she doesn't get out much. She apparently has a weak immune system and gets sick easily, so she doesn't meet people,” Hedda said as she took a swig of her beer. “She also told me social events stress her. I don't know if any of that is true but that's what she keeps telling me, so I guess it is.”
“So, she didn't want to come here?” he asked.
“Nope. I made her come because she needed to get out. She's been in New York for a couple months and hasn't gone anywhere. She needed to get out.”
“And what if what she was telling you is true? What if she does get sick? What then?”
“Then she gets sick. She honestly can't get sick from this. Nobody here is sick.”
“You don't know that. Someone could very well be sick and be good at hiding it.”
He could see Hedda was starting to feel bad for what she’d done. Sometimes she didn’t think about things before she acted, and it showed. What if Storm really did have a weak immune system and got really sick in the next couple of days?
“Who's going to take care of her when she does get sick? Does she have anybody here? Family?” Miles asked.
“I don't think she does. I think her family lives somewhere down south. Hence her country accent,” Hedda responded. “Maybe you could take care of her.”
He gave her a questioning look. Why would he take care of her? He didn't know her.
“She's a Little. You're a Daddy. You could be her Daddy if she gets sick,” she said.
Miles stared at her. “What did you just say?” He couldn't have heard her right.
“She's a Little. You're a Daddy. Be her Daddy if she gets sick. You can take care of her,” she responded with sass in her tone.
Miles grabbed her chin with his fingers and bent down so they were eye to eye.
“That wasn't your information to share,” he said, his voice cold and emotionless. “You shouldn't have told me that and you know it.”
“Sure, but she wasn't going to tell you. I can totally see you guys together so I'm telling you she's a Little,” she responded.
His grip tightened on her chin and she winced. Good. She needed to know he was serious.
What she just did was frowned upon in the community. You don’t tell others about a person’s lifestyle without their explicit consent, and he knew Hedda didn’t have that.
“I repeat, it wasn't your information to share. What if she didn't want anybody else to know? What if she wasn't in a safe situation for people to know? You can't just go telling people’s information to anyone. You could have put her in danger,” he said. “Go to Rogan so he can give you a punishment.”
She whined and tried to get out of his grip, but he held on.
“Do you understand me?” he asked. “I will be texting Rogan to let him know what you did. It's unacceptable and you need to learn that lesson.”
Her eyes shimmered and he knew this was getting across to her. She was finally realizing she could have put Storm in a dangerous situation.
“Do. You. Understand. Me?” he asked.
“Yes, Miles,” she whispered.
