Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Yeah, she had him.
She tried not to look smug about it, though.
“You won’t work to the point of exhaustion. You’re to take a nap in the afternoon. If I can’t come get you, then Grady will. You’ll stop working at five, but you can spend time with us upstairs. Then you and Grady are going home at nine. Understood?”
It was more than she thought she’d get, so she was happy.
“Understood, Daddy. Thank you!” She leaned up to kiss him.
He grunted but kissed her back.
Moving to Grady, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face to his back. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, sweetheart.
“I loved what we did this morning.” He’d woken her up with his tongue in her pussy. “Can we do that again sometime?”
He turned and hugged her tight. “Anytime, my sweet girl.”
She smiled, then drew back. “What’s for breakfast?”
“Omelet,” Grady said.
“Yummy. I’ll just have a cheese one.”
“You’ll eat what you’re given,” Steele ordered.
“Cheese, Daddy G,” she said, ignoring the ogre.
“You need to eat more variety, Twinkletoes,” Grady told her, then turned back to plate up the food.
“I don’t think the two of you should be allowed to gang up on me. That’s being mean to Littles.”
“Only one Little here,” Steele said, handing her a coffee.
Yummy.
“Yeah, so you’re being mean to me. You’re being mean to Effies. Effie doesn’t like that.”
Okay, so she was in Little headspace this morning. Not the best plan when she was headed off to work.
“Effie needs to learn to listen to her Daddies,” Steele said, before disappearing into the utility room. He walked out carrying a supersized chair. It was high, with a tray in the front.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Your new high chair.”
Good Lord.
She’d spent the whole day yesterday in Little space. Which is probably why she was having problems moving to being Big today.
Also, she’d put sloth panties on this morning.
“I don’t needs a high chair, Daddy,” she told him.
“Yes, you do. Little ones need to be secure. I don’t want you slipping off your seat.” He undid the tray and then picked her up, carrying her to the high chair and securing her in.
She was really glad Brooks wasn’t here.
Grady set an omelet down on the table. She eyed it suspiciously. “Is there spinach in this?”
“Just a little bit,” Grady told her.
“Do you not know how to spell spinach, Daddy G?”
“I do. And I also know that you can’t continue not wating all S words.” Grady sent her a stern look.
That was so rude.
Steele moved to sit down with his own plate in front of him. But first, he grabbed hers, cutting the omelet up and then spearing a piece with his fork.
“Here comes the choo-choo train.”
She wanted to be annoyed by their behavior. But it was also so cute. And she kind of loved this high chair. Her feet could swing freely and everything was out of her control.
Leaving her with nothing to worry about.
Except the spinach.
She turned her face away as he got closer. “No.”
“Baby girl,” Steele warned.
“Nope. No.”
“Do you want a spanking? It will make sitting at your desk interesting,” Grady said as he sat and started to eat.
“Effie would like to lodge a formal complaint.”
“Effie’s complaint is denied,” Steele told her. “You can eat your omelet, or I’ll make you a smoothie and bottle-feed it to you.”
That sounded better.
“With spinach in it,” Grady added.
“What? Have you two taken shares out in spinach? This is not cool.”
“Baby girl, just give it a try,” Steele cajoled. “If you really don’t like it, then Grady will make you another omelet.”
It sounded like a hassle.
Sighing, she took a bite and made a face. All right, so she couldn’t really taste it. But it was the principle of it all. And the principle said that she didn’t like spinach and shouldn’t have to eat it.
Grady stood. “I’ll make another omelet.”
But he hadn’t finished eating his and she couldn’t truly taste the spinach.
“I’ll eat the spinach omelet, Daddy G, under protest and as long as you swear that you will never, ever feed me spinach again.”
“How about I promise not to try to feed it to you for another week?” Grady countered.
It was better than she thought she’d get.
“Deal.”
55
“Effie?”
She glanced up to see one of the new dancers standing in the doorway.
“Hey, Chantelle,” she said with a smile.
“There’s a young boy out in the parking lot wanting to see you. He says he knows you.”
Hmm. That was weird.
“Okay, thanks.”
Chantelle had a strange look on her face. “No worries.”
Was it Brooks? But he was in class. Maybe a friend? Getting up, she grabbed her phone and headed out to the front of Pinkies.
She’d been back at work for a few days now. Things were going so well between her, Grady and Steele. They were going to move all of her stuff this weekend into their house.
Although maybe she needed to dump most of it.