Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
She cocked her head and crossed her arms before giving him a narrowed gaze. “That’s not what I mean, Cameron. I mean we work for the same place. I’d be embarrassed if anyone found out I frequented a kink club. This was a terrible idea.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. I hate when people are embarrassed about who they are. It hurts my heart. It’s a lonely way to live, Aria.”
She gasped. “Embarrassed about who I am? Cameron, I don’t even know who I am. I came here to visit the club. Nothing else. You can’t pigeonhole me. I’m not Little. I’m just curious about different lifestyles,” she insisted.
He rubbed his face, hating to let her walk away. She was the first woman who’d caught his eye so completely in years. Ever, if he were honest. “Enjoying age play is a gray area, Little one.” He winced as he let that endearment slip again.
She groaned.
“What I’m trying to say is there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the idea of letting someone else take care of you after work and weekends. It’s quite common, in fact. You work hard all day at your job. I bet when you get home, you wish you didn’t have to continue to be in charge of everything.”
She drew in a slow breath and shrugged. “Who doesn’t wish that?”
He lifted a brow. “Me. Daddies. People who thrive on being the caregiver to someone who’d like to turn over control.”
She licked her lips. “Fine. Still. I should go. We work together. We shouldn’t fraternize.”
He shook his head. “That’s not a company policy. And you know it’s a stretch to say we work together. We didn’t even recognize each other. We never cross paths. No one would care if we were dating. Go out with me. Have dinner with me because you’re attracted to me and curious to find out what we might have together.”
Her serious expression slowly turned into a partial smile. “You’re so confident.”
“Yes.” And you’re so Little. He wanted the chance. He knew if he could take her out, she would see what he meant. She would slide into a submissive role with him without realizing it. He wouldn’t even have to say a word about it. By the time he took her back home, he would be able to point out all the ways she’d submitted to him during the evening.
Aria sighed. “Fine. Dinner.”
He smiled. “Good. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.”
She gasped. “Tomorrow?”
“Why not? You don’t eat dinner on Sundays?”
She rolled her pretty eyes.
“Actually, I’ve changed my mind.”
Those eyes went huge.
He nodded. “I’ll pick you up at ten.”
“Ten at night?”
“Nope. Ten in the morning. We’ll have coffee. Have you ever been to CC’s Purrfect Coffee?”
She shook her head.
“Are you allergic to cats?”
“No.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do. Coffee and cupcakes. Or tea. Or milk or juice. Whatever you prefer. CC always has cupcakes from Little Cakes available. I’ve heard the special this month is called Mocha Latte. I’ve been dying to try it.”
Aria smiled wide and crossed her arms. “I’ve already had it. It’s divine. I was at Little Cakes the night they were trying it out. I also met the baker, Tarson.”
“Lucky you. Then you can’t turn me down.”
“You’re not really giving me time to think.”
“Nope. I’ll pick you up at ten, we’ll have coffee and cupcakes, and see how things go from there.”
She gasped. “From there you’ll take me back home because we’re only having coffee. That’s it.”
He chuckled. “Keep an open mind. What if you realize you enjoy my company and you want to spend the day with me?”
She drew in another breath. “Are you going to get all bossy on me and make me drink milk?”
He grinned. “Let me guess, Tarson wouldn’t let any of the Littles have coffee when you were there?”
“That’s exactly what happened. He was so bossy about it.”
Cameron laughed again. “That’s Tarson for you, but to be fair, most people should not have coffee that late at night. And I’m equally certain every one of the Little girls you met that evening enjoys having a Daddy figure lay down the law. It’s how they’re wired. And I bet you are, too.”
She shivered and then bit her bottom lip.
Bingo.
“I promise I’ll take my cues from you. Like I said, I’m a pretty good judge of people. If you thrive on some guidance, that’s what I’ll give you. If you’d rather assert your independence to prove you’re not submissive, I’ll take you home after coffee, and we’ll go our separate ways.”
“You wouldn’t want to date me if I’m not Little?”
“Nope. I’m a Daddy, Aria. It’s in my blood. If I didn’t believe you had an instinct toward age play, I wouldn’t suggest we go out at all. I’m up front about my preferences. I don’t date vanilla women. It would be a lie to both of us and a waste of time.”