Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Josie?”
I flinch, realizing I’ve gone into my head and I’m still standing in the doorway, blocking his entrance. “Oh, sorry.” I step back and hold the door open wider.
He steps inside and shuts the door, his gaze heavy on me. “Are you okay? Second thoughts? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Would you rather our first date be somewhere public or at the club?”
I know my eyes go wide. “Is this a date then?”
“Yes, princess. This is a date. Unless you don’t want it to be.”
My shoulders relax. “Okay. I wasn’t sure.”
He sets the box on my coffee table and steps closer. He lifts his hands slowly in front of me before cupping my face gently and tipping my head back. “I couldn’t even focus at work today. All I could think about was spending the evening with you. I couldn’t wait to hold you and kiss you again. If that’s too fast for you, I can slow down, but this is definitely a date as far as I’m concerned.”
I swallow. Relief floods me. “I thought about you all day too,” I admit. “And then I paced a lot.” Why must I be so honest?
“I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel stressed. Tell Daddy why you were pacing.” His hands slide back to cup my neck as he inches closer, so close we’re nearly touching.
I lick my lips. “I wasn’t sure you would really come, and I wasn’t sure if you think of me as a woman or just a Little, and I was hoping your shirt wouldn’t have buttons.”
He smiles slowly. “If you’ll have me, I’ll come here every single day after work until you’re comfortable enough to come to my house instead. Sometimes there’s an emergency at work that might delay me or make it impossible for me to get here, but I will always call or text you to let you know. I’m a Daddy through and through, so I adore your Little, but I most definitely also see you romantically as a woman. I want to nurture your Little most of the time, but I’d also like to earn the right to be your man too. I hope you can see me like that and eventually you’ll want a physical relationship with me in the bedroom.”
He glances down at his shirt and smiles. “I kind of figured you weren’t a fan of buttons. I can’t avoid wearing shirts with buttons while I’m working, but I promise to always change into another shirt when I’m with you.”
I stare at him. He’s too good to be true.
When he takes yet another step closer so our bodies are lined up and touching, I set my hands on his waist and smooth them around to his back.
I’ve never been in a position like this with another person. Not just a man. No one. I don’t really hug my parents that much. They know it’s uncomfortable for me, and they let me instigate our physical contact. I at least lean into my mom for a pat on the shoulder every once in a while. Melissa says it’s good to show my affection.
I’m not having any trouble showing affection right now. In fact, it feels good. Really good.
“You want me to come to your house?” This idea intrigues me. It should scare me, and in a way it is frightening, but also I’d like to see his space. I understand people better when I see their space.
“Yes, Baby girl. When you’re ready. I won’t rush you about anything. Ever. When I come to your apartment, it’s a date. A date doesn’t have to mean we leave the house. This is a date. I know you’re more comfortable in your environment, so that’s what we’ll do for now. When you’re ready, a date can be me picking you up and taking you to my house too. You showed me everything in all your drawers and cabinets yesterday. I’ll show you mine.” He grins.
I smile in return. Sometimes I can’t read people and I think they’re making fun of me, but I know instinctively Chase is not. He’s teasing me, but he’s also partly serious. He wants to share his home with me.
“Now, I brought a chicken alfredo pizza that’s getting cold. I bet you’re hungry. Should we eat it?”
I smile, making no move to let go of him. “No red sauce.”
“Of course not. My Little girl doesn’t like red sauce.” He eases his forehead against mine.
I rise up onto my toes and kiss him right on the lips as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t know what I’m doing, so I don’t linger. It’s just a peck, but it sends sparks through my body.
I’m kind of embarrassed and surprised by my behavior, so my face heats, but Chase doesn’t pull away.