Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I don’t see a problem. It’s not like I’m your boss. I just own the building.” He shrugged. “No big deal.”
She fidgeted, threading her fingers together and shifting her weight back and forth. “I mean, what if we started something and then it went bad and then you took it out on me and raised my rent or found some way to get me to break my lease? I love that location and the space. I don’t want to risk my business.”
Garrett fought the urge to chuckle, knowing she was dead serious even though her rambling thoughts were slightly outlandish. It made her even cuter. “So, you’ve thought about it then, haven’t you?”
“Thought about what, Sir?”
God, he loved it when she called him Sir. It made his dick flinch inside his black jeans. “Starting something with me. I mean, you’ve put so much thought into it since we met that you’ve come up with the wildest, worst-case scenario known to man as an excuse.”
Her cheeks pinkened further. Again, adorably. After chewing on the corner of her bottom lip for a moment, she released it and sighed. “Maybe.”
Now he did chuckle. He also reached out to cup her cheek, stroking her skin with his thumb. “I promise not to get revenge in any way on you if things don’t work out. I’m not that kind of asshole. I’m a nice guy.” He bent his knees a bit to make them more eye-to-eye. “A Daddy, Ellie.”
She inhaled slowly. “I guess I didn’t do anything to hide my Little the other night, did I?”
“Not really. No.”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to come into the shop while I was in my Little head space. You caught me off guard.”
“And I’m glad I did. Your door was unlocked. I wasn’t kidding about that, Little one. If you were mine and I found you acting that reckless, I would take you over my knee and spank your bottom so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably the next day.” He lifted a brow to make sure she fully understood.
She shuddered. “I won’t do it again, Sir.”
“See that you don’t. Now, what about my suggestion? Can we go sit somewhere slightly more private and talk?”
“I guess.” She glanced over her shoulder toward the adult age-play daycare area longingly.
He slid his hand down to hers, taking it gently. “Come on. I promise not to keep you all night. I’ll bring you back to finish coloring your picture in a while.”
“Okay.”
Garrett felt like he’d jumped another high hurdle as he led Ellie to one of the lounge rooms. Instead of choosing a loveseat or couch, he took a chance and aimed straight for an armchair.
After sitting, he drew her between his legs and lifted her onto one knee.
She squirmed and started to get off. “I’m too big for your lap, Sir.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re just right.” He anchored her with an arm around her waist.
“Sir…” she complained. “I’m going to hurt your leg.”
He frowned. “Please don’t tell me you think you’re too large for my lap. That’s nonsense.”
“I’m not exactly small, Sir.”
“Thank God. If I was interested in a skinny Little girl with a bony butt, I would have found one. But I like my Little girls to have curves and enough flesh on their bottoms that I won’t feel like I’m hurting them when I swat their naughty butts.”
She slouched a bit, seemingly resigned to remaining where he wanted her. Hurdle number three.
“I love this outfit, by the way,” he said to change the subject. “You look so pretty in this color of pink.” He tapped her nose.
She finally smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Is pink your favorite color?”
She shrugged. “Sometimes. I like all colors.”
“Is that why you were making rainbow sprinkle cupcakes the other night?”
She grinned wider and nodded.
“Tell me more about yourself. How old are you?”
“Thirty.”
“How long have you lived in the area?”
“A few months.”
“Where were you before that?”
“I was living outside of town with my grandmother. After I graduated from college, her health started failing, so I moved in with her to help take care of her.”
“Wow. That was a huge responsibility. Where is she now?” he asked, knowing the probable answer.
“She died six months ago.”
“I’m so sorry, Little one. It sounds like you were very close.”
“Yes. She was my only family. She raised me from the time I was five. She wanted me to put her in a home, but there was no way I could do that. I stayed with her to the very end.”
“Fulltime? Did you have a job?”
She shook her head, her pigtails shaking, making her look younger. “Not while she was still alive. After she died, I started working as a pastry chef in a hotel. It turned out my grandmother had a sizable inheritance from my grandfather. He passed before I was born, but his family was wealthy. My grandmother lived rather frugally, but she left me plenty of money.”