Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Oh, I don’t want to be a problem. I’ll eat anything.”
“Tell him what you told me at the restaurant,” Faust urged.
“I can just pick them off. It’s not a bother,” Molly said quickly.
“She doesn’t like mushrooms or bell peppers,” Faust revealed for her.
“No allergies, Molly? Peanuts? Gluten?” Gabriel asked, pulling out his phone to make some notes.
“No. I’m not allergic to anything. I can pick out mushrooms and peppers.”
“Not happening. Everyone has their favorites and yuck foods. I’ll make sure your meals are free from the things you don’t like. What kind of pizza did you have?” Gabriel asked.
“My favorite, pepperoni!” she shared.
“And what do you know—that’s Faust’s favorite, too,” Gabriel mentioned.
“I know. That’s fun.”
“Molly, I should be up in the morning when you leave but if not, I’m going to leave your lunch in refrigerator two. I’ll label a place with your name.” Gabriel opened the fridge to show her several of the Littles’ names hanging down. There were colorful lunch bags with their names written on them.
“Are you sure it’s not an imposition?” Molly asked.
“Not at all. I’m glad to know you’re getting something good for lunch,” Gabriel assured her as he closed the door and walked back to the counter.
“Could you have someone check this out?” Faust asked, pulling the lollipop he’d found tucked under Molly’s windshield wiper. “She’s had a couple left on her car.”
“I don’t like that,” Gabriel said. His expression hardened to rival Faust’s.
“Daddy, I… Never mind, I can see you’re busy,” Eden said, turning around.
“Back here, Little girl,” Gabriel ordered. “What have you done wrong?”
“Nothing? You just looked so pissed off, I thought I should give you time to relax,” Eden said quickly.
“You weren’t the one who shook up my favorite beer at the bar?” he asked.
Eden shook her head quickly.
“There are cameras in the commons room, Ladybug.”
Eden looked at Faust to confirm that fact. When he nodded solemnly, Eden quickly apologized. “I shouldn’t have. It slipped and then I thought maybe it would be funny. They say beer is good to condition your hair. I bet your beard will gleam.”
“Go tell that to Storm. He’s the one that got sprayed,” Gabriel suggested, pointing at the muscular man whose T-shirt was plastered to his skin.
“Storm?” Eden swallowed hard.
“Let’s go congratulate him on his glistening beard,” Gabriel suggested, circling the island to take her hand.
“He won’t spank me, will he?” Eden’s words drifted to them as they moved away.
“He won’t,” Gabriel assured her.
“She’s in so much trouble, isn’t she?” Molly whispered.
“Definitely,” Faust assured her. “But Storm will understand.”
“Does he have a Little girl?”
“Not yet.”
“That’s sad.” Molly watched Eden confess that she had shaken up the beer to get her Daddy. Storm accepted her apology with a very stern look and warned her not to do that again.
“Let’s get you settled in my apartment, Pixie,” Faust said, guiding her to a doorway.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?”
“Yes.” He opened the door and ushered her inside. “It’s not very exciting in here. I don’t spend a lot of time in my apartment.”
The guys did all gather in the clubhouse section. There was so much going on there. Even in a crowd, Faust seemed alone. It surprised her that Faust chose to be with the others instead of alone.
“What’s going on in your head, Pixie? Do we need to change something in here to make you comfortable?”
“Oh, no. You don’t need to change anything for me,” she told him quickly. “You don’t seem to like people a lot.”
“And you’re wondering why I’m not a hermit in my room?”
“I don’t mean to offend you,” she rushed to say.
“No offense, Little girl. You’re right. I don’t care about most people. Just those that matter.”
Molly smiled at him. She felt that simple statement inside her. She mattered to Faust. That meant a lot.
She darted forward to wrap her arms around his waist and squeeze him tight. “You’re important to me, too, Faust.”
“Daddy.”
“He’s important to me, too,” Molly quipped.
“It’s past your bedtime, Little girl. Let’s get you unpacked. Then it’s time for a bath then bed.”
“It’s eight o’clock, F… Daddy,” she corrected herself.
“You’ve had a long day. Do you not wish to take a bath?”
“Do you have bubbles?” she joked.
“Definitely.”
Her jaw dropped as she stared at him. “No way. You don’t take bubble baths.”
“That’s very judgmental of you, Pixie. Let’s get your night clothes.”
Unpacking that statement, Molly watched Faust lift her suitcase onto the bed. He unzipped and opened it.
“You might as well leave it in there. I’ll just put it over there in the corner,” Molly told him, moving to lift it.
“Stop right there, Little girl.”
Molly froze at his order. She watched him disappear into the closet and come back with empty hangers.
“You get started on hanging up the clothes that should go in the closet.” She picked up a dress as she watched him open a drawer. He pulled out a couple of folded T-shirts, leaving it empty.