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)
I know what she saw because I saw it too. The white tank top isn’t skin tight, but it’s a thin cotton, and it isn’t hiding her nipples.
And now my cock is hard.
“I can’t crawl out of here,” she says in a soft voice.
I tentatively reach out and touch her fingers.
She watches, a smile forming on her lips that melts me further. She doesn’t flinch or pull away, and I think it shocks her.
“Can you trust me to get you out of here, princess?”
She swallows. “I don’t know.”
Fair response.
“I doubt anyone knows we’re under here. I bet I can slide out, take off my Prince Charming jacket, and wrap it around you when you crawl out. Anyone who sees will just think you’re cold or something spilled on you. If your legs feel wobbly, I’ll carry you out. What do you say?”
“Why?”
I frown. “Why what, princess?”
“Why are you helping me?”
I’m taken aback, partly because I’d like to think I would do this for anyone, especially a Little, but also my heart hurts thinking she hasn’t met many people in life who would help her.
How much do I want to reveal? I decide this precious Little needs honesty from me right off the bat. So, I lick my lips and go for it. “I’ve been watching you for a while, princess. I feel drawn to you. I like you. I’d like to get to know you better if you’ll let me. I’d like to earn your trust. Have you ever had a Daddy, Little one?”
She shakes her head slowly, eyes wide again.
“It’s kind of lonely being Little without a Daddy, isn’t it?”
She gives a nod this time.
“Do you think you could try letting me be your Daddy?” I know deep in my soul this is what I want. There are no doubts. I don’t want her to panic, but I won’t hedge. I want her to be mine. I feel a connection that is drawing me to her so hard.
“I…” Her mouth hangs open. “I’m… I don’t know.”
I stroke her fingers lightly. “It’s okay. You don’t have to make any decisions right now, Little one. All you need to do right now is trust me to get you out of here. Can you do that?”
When she nods uncertainly, I silently fist pump. Now, I need to do my job and get her out of this club without attracting attention to her or causing any more anxiety than she’s already feeling.
“Ready?”
She nods again.
I slide out from under the table, shrug out of my jacket, tuck her dress under my arm, and glance around. Only one person is paying attention to me. Galven. He gives me a nod, telling me everything I need to know. He was aware I was under the table, he’s taken over my position at the punch bowl, and he has my back.
“Okay, princess, crawl out.” I hold out the jacket.
She scrambles forward, and I’m completely aware this is the most important and defining moment in our relationship. Her putting this amount of trust in me is huge. Her putting this amount of trust in anyone is huge.
As Josie rises on wobbly, uncertain feet, I wrap the jacket around her and sweep her off her feet to cradle her in my arms as gently as possible.
To my relief and surprise, she leans into me, buries her face, and squeezes her eyes closed. Adorable. Precious. Heart stopping. Mine.
I move to leave the room, pausing only a moment to make eye contact with Galven again. I nod toward the door. I know he understands.
Chapter Four
Josie
I keep my face buried in Chase’s chest while he carries me out of the room. He moves fast. I can’t believe he seems to understand what I need. I’ve never met anyone who understood me.
I’ve also never met anyone who could touch me like this and not send me into a panic. I’m actually clutching his shirt, and I’m wearing his jacket. It’s all around me. It smells like him. I inhale deeply. It calms me. Which is strange. I suspect it’s an expensive jacket. It has a tag at the back of my neck, but Chase folded the neckline down a few inches, which has kept it off my skin.
“You can look now, princess. We’re in the locker room. I bet you have stuff in a locker, right?”
I peek out and look around. No one is in here.
When Chase slides me down his body to set me on my feet, he pulls his jacket around me more fully, covering me.
He understands. I keep thinking this over and over. It’s so shocking. I don’t know how to process it. I’m still shaking from anxiety.
Chase squats down in front of me, putting his head lower than mine like he did before with the lollipop. He slides his hands down my arms, not exactly touching me because my hands don’t even stick out of the bottom of the sleeves. “Which locker, Little one?”