Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she whispered.
“That’s why I’ve taken the whole day off today to spend with you. We’re going to buy some toys and clothes for your Little. Then we’re going to buy some outdoor Christmas lights. After that, we’ll go home and play for the afternoon until we have to pick Zippy up. All right?”
“Christmas lights?”
“Yep.” He smiled. “Christmas lights.”
Oh, yippee! This day just kept getting better and better. Christmas was just over seven weeks away and she hadn’t thought they’d have time to get any extra decorations. They’d never decorated the outside of the warehouse, but this new house was made for outdoor lights.
Ink took hold of her hand and led her to the door. He rang a doorbell, then held up his phone to the camera.
“My membership card is electronic,” he explained as the door opened and they stepped into a small foyer with marble floors and dark walls.
A huge man stepped into the foyer. She immediately drew closer to Ink.
Yikes. He might have been considered good looking if it wasn’t for the scary scowl on his face. Tattoos ran up his neck and over his hands. He wore black pants and a long-sleeved blue shirt.
He kind of had a high-class gangster look to him. A mob man.
Oh, Lord.
Her imagination was running away with her.
“Hello,” Ink said, eyeing the guy.
He eyed Ink back. “You carrying?”
Holy. Moly.
“No,” Ink replied. “And I have a membership.”
“Then you won’t mind if I pat you down.”
“That won’t be necessary.” A gorgeous woman glided into the room.
And when Betsy said glided, she meant it. She had a pair of shoes on with wheels built into the heels.
“You have Rollies!” Betsy said, forgetting the scary man or to be shy. “I would love some Rollies.”
“Well, that’s just perfect because I have some in the store. These are my favorite because they also light up.” She glided around in a circle so that Betsy could see the lights in the heels.
“Oh wow. They’re so cool. Daddy?” Betsy turned to Ink.
She didn’t know why she wasn’t concerned about allowing her Little out in front of these people.
Maybe it was because of the other woman. Because she seemed so openly Little. What had Greer said her name was? Oh yes, Bonnie.
Bonnie was dressed in the cutest outfit. A pair of neon pink cut-off shorts with long socks. One sock had an image of the Grinch on it and the other one had a reindeer whose antlers were actually pieces of stiff material that stuck straight out from the socks. They were so cute and fun.
Her T-shirt also had the Grinch on it and she had her pale-blonde hair up in two ponytails that she’d braided and threaded green ribbon through.
In other words, she looked adorable.
And Betsy instantly liked her. There was something about her smile. She seemed so open and friendly.
Unlike her grouchy friend.
“Not happening,” Ink said firmly.
Her mouth dropped open. “But, Daddy, they’re so cool! And I’ll be able to get around the house so quickly in them. Imagine how fast I’ll be when I’m doing the vacuuming.”
Ink’s eyes widened with horror. “That definitely isn’t happening.”
Betsy sighed and turned to Bonnie. “Sorry, my Daddy is very overprotective.”
Bonnie nodded solemnly. “I understand that most of them are. It’s a good quality for a Daddy to have, but it can often ruin a Little’s fun.”
“You are right,” Betsy said mournfully as she stared down at the Rollie shoes. They were so cute too.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got some light-up ones that don’t have wheels in them.”
“Really?” Betsy asked.
“Uh-huh and I’ve just gotten in some cute Christmas outfits. Want to see?”
“Yes, please.” She started walking after Bonnie when Ink wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Excuse me, are you forgetting something?” he murmured in her ear
“Oh, I’m sorry, Daddy. Silly me. Did you want to look at cute Christmas outfits?”
“I would,” he said, squeezing her lightly. “I would also like to remind you that you shouldn’t wander off without Daddy.”
Uh-oh.
Ink didn’t like when she did things like that. She gave him a guilty look over her shoulder. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Hmm. We’ll talk about this later at home.”
Yikes.
She didn’t like the sound of that.
“We’ve got a spanking room,” the big behemoth said.
Betsy turned to gape up at him. What the heck? Who just blurted those sorts of things out?
Who even had a spanking room?
No one.
Spanking rooms should be banned.
“If you need it,” he added with an evil-looking grin.
Okay, it was a normal-looking grin. But she was going to call it evil. Because it was evil to tell a Daddy that you had a spanking room.
“Hmm. Interesting.” Ink gave her a knowing look.
“Titus,” Bonnie scolded, putting her hands on his hips. “That’s not very nice. You shouldn’t tell them about the spanking room, when he’s clearly thinking of spanking her.”
Titus raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t that what it’s for? Why else is it called a spanking room? And why have it if it isn’t going to get used?”