Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He finally broke the connection. “Now that’s something a Daddy can easily get used to.”
She flushed. “I was kind of bold.”
“I don’t mind a bit, Little one. Anytime you want to kiss me, my lips will not complain.”
“Is Samuel still out front? How did you get in?”
“He was just leaving as I got here.”
“Oh, good.”
His eyes sparkled. “Ready to go home?”
Home? He said it like his house was where she also lived. “Yes.”
“Let’s take my car. I’ll drive you to your place so you can pick up some things, and then we’ll head to my house.”
“What about my car? I’ll need it for work in the morning.”
“I’ll bring you to work tomorrow, Angel.” He stepped closer and wrapped his hand around the back of her head. “Want to know the truth?”
She nodded eagerly. Excitement thrummed through her body.
“I want to spend every moment with you I can starting right now. I’m too greedy to part from you so you can drive your own car.”
She found herself grinning. “Okay, Daddy.”
“I like the sound of that.” He gave her bottom a firm pat. “Ready to go?”
“Yep. I just need to get the lights.” She headed for the electrical panel and flipped the switches, leaving only the night lights before shutting the little panel door and latching it.
It only took a few minutes for them to get to her apartment, and she left him standing in her living room while she scurried around packing an overnight bag. She was both nervous and excited. This was a huge step for her. What if she couldn’t be the kind of Little girl he craved?
She’d never done anything like this before, so she had no idea what to expect. Would he really have a nursery like she’d read about in books? And exactly how young did he expect her to be?
He’d spoken of having a crib. That made her think there was a good chance he had other things that very young Littles enjoyed. Do I?
“Ready, Angel?” he asked when she returned with a duffle. He took it from her. “Is this all you need for tonight, Little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy. Clothes for tomorrow. Makeup. Stuff to do my hair. I think I’m good.”
“Are you sure? Do you have anything special you like to sleep with? A stuffie maybe?” he encouraged.
“Oh.” Her eyes shot wide. She hadn’t thought of that. She turned around and dashed back into her room to grab Violet off her bed. She returned to find Mateo waiting by the door.
He glanced at Violet and then chuckled. “I should have known you would have something crafty for a stuffie. Please introduce me to this purple crayon.”
She held her favorite stuffie out face first. “Daddy, meet Violet. Violet, this is my new Daddy. We’re going to his house tonight.” Luckily, Violet did not complain. That was a relief. Also a relief was realizing Mateo was in no way going to judge her for having such a silly stuffed animal. Well, crayon.
Ten minutes later, Mateo pulled up to a lovely brick home that looked like it belonged on a postcard. He rounded to her side of his truck to let her out before reaching behind the seat to collect her bag and some sort of box.
“What’s in the box?” she asked excitedly when she recognized it as a Little Cakes box.
He grinned. “A treat for later.”
“Did you get Blueberry Bliss by any chance?” she asked anxiously.
“Of course I got Blueberry Bliss. I asked Ellie to recommend a cupcake for you, and she said Blueberry Bliss was your favorite.”
He took her hand in his free one and led her to the front door.
As soon as he ushered her in, she gasped. His place was amazing. So colorful. “Wow.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, when my family first moved here, I got my own place, and my sister, Maya, and my mother came to quote ‘decorate’ for me. They claimed I would have left the place gray and boring if they hadn’t. I think they went overboard on the Cuban décor, but I didn’t argue.”
“It’s amazing,” she whispered as she wandered in farther. “I love it. So bright and cheery.”
“Those are excellent adjectives, Little girl. Come. Let me show you the nursery first thing. You’ll feel much better after we get you changed into something that makes you feel Littler.” He set the box of cupcakes on the end table, nodded over his shoulder, and led her down the short hallway and into what she assumed was the master bedroom.
Confused, she followed him across the room to a door on the other side. When he opened it, she expected to find a closet or a bathroom. What she saw instead was a fully furnished adult nursery that took her breath away.
“Oh, wow…” she murmured as she entered. He really did have a crib for a full-grown tall adult like herself. It even had railings all around it. She found herself longing to climb into it and curl up with Violet. She would feel so secure and protected if he raised the side.