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“Ziggy is tired of being very monochrome,” she replied. “He wants to be colorful.”
“What about you, Little girl?” Ian asked in a very casual voice. “What do you like to wear in Little headspace?”
“I dunno. I’ve just always worn what I usually did when I went to the club.”
Jack made a low noise. She turned to stare at him in surprise. Was he jealous? Upset that she’d gone to the club?
She frowned. He’d been to clubs, so he had no right to feel that way.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t like that you were at a club without us,” he told her. “I don’t like the idea of other men touching you, playing with you, looking at you.”
Yikes.
His possessiveness should be terrifying. And in a way, it was. It was just also . . . wonderful.
Because she couldn’t remember anyone caring about her so much that they hated the idea of something that had happened in the past.
“I won’t go back without you,” she blurted out. Then she winced.
Why had she said that?
Well, it’s not like you will ever go back.
Not now that Slade wasn’t talking to Indie. And she couldn’t afford a membership on her own.
Would Jack think she was a complete idiot for saying that, though? It wasn’t like he’d ever go there with her. But she’d made it sound like this was going somewhere.
Instead, satisfaction filled his face. “Good.”
Good. Right.
“I don’t like it either,” Ian said gruffly. “It’s not safe.”
But it had been the only opportunity for her to let her Little out around other people. To experience what it might be like to have a Big.
Except for now . . .
“Can we watch some TV?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
“Sure, Little girl. What would you like to watch? Cartoons?” Ian turned on a kids TV show.
“Nah, I want to watch Bones or Dexter or Criminal Minds.”
“Now, those are my kind of shows,” Jack said approvingly.
“Also very inappropriate for a Little girl,” Ian said.
Happiness filled her at his words, even as she had to protest.
“Nuh-uh, they’re totally appropriate. I’m a very advanced Little girl.”
“Are you? How old are you?”
“Oh, like ten or twelve,” she lied.
“Uh-uh,” Jack said in a low voice that skated across her nerves.
