Page 7 of Sophia's Daddy

I giggle. “Tate is nice,” I respond noncommittally with a shrug.

Layla rolls her eyes. “You already knew he was nice. Do youlike him, like him?”

I glance toward the door to make sure the men aren’t returning. “Yeah. Maybe.” I do, but I’m still nervous and skeptical.

She claps her hands and bounces on her feet. “Yay. Are you going to invite him in when he takes you home?”

“I don’t know yet. Maybe.” I’ll have to see how I feel when that moment is upon me.

Layla and I lock arms as we join the men at the front door. That’s when I realize I’m still wearing my Little dress. I have a bag of clothes because I’d changed after I arrived. I’d intended to change back into regular, vanilla street clothes before leaving.

My bag is by the front door, and I point at it. “I should change really quick before we leave.”

Tate turns and picks up my bag. “You don’t need to change on my account, Little one. No one but me will see you.”

I chew on my bottom lip for a moment. It’s true that no one will likely see me. Maybe if I lived in an apartment building. But I don’t. I rent a small house near where I work.

Drawing in a deep breath, I say, “Okay.”

Tate’s brow furrows in that way that tells me he’s skeptical about my response. He tips my chin back. “If it makes you uncomfortable, you may go change first. I don’t mind.”

I shake my head. “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

After a round of hugs and goodbyes, I let Tate lead me out to his black SUV. He sets my bag in the back seat before opening the front passenger door. As I step closer, he circles my waist with his hands and lifts me off my feet to set me in the seat. He even pulls the seatbelt across me and fastens it.

I’m dizzy from his dominance as he rounds the car and climbs in. He hands me his phone. “Can you put your address in the GPS for me, Little one?”

I enter it with shaky fingers and hand it back.

“Good girl.” He attaches his phone to a holder on the dashboard and takes my hand in his. “Don’t panic. I’m just driving you home. If you’ll let me, I’ll come in and tuck you into bed, but that’s it. Nothing else is going to happen between us tonight.”

I tip my head back. “Because you don’t like me that way?” I blurt out before I can manage to filter my words. I cringe. I sound so ridiculous.

Tate frowns. “That’s not it at all, Sophia. I feel all kinds of ways about you. Tonight has only served to solidify what I already suspected.”

I inhale sharply. “What did you suspect?” I ask breathlessly.

He leans in closer and lifts my chin. “That you’re mine, Little one.”

I gasp, my jaw dropping. His? How can I be his?

He smiles. “Don’t you worry. I’m a patient man. We’ll take things at your pace. Nothing will ever happen between us that you’re not ready for.”

“Okay.” I breathe out. What am I ready for? “Will you at least kiss me goodnight?”

His smile is back. “Definitely, Little one.”

As he starts the engine and pulls away from the house, I take deep cleansing breaths. This date is going better than I ever imagined. It’s scaring the crap out of me, but I’m excited at the same time.

“Now, tell me more about Sophia. Do you have a space in your home where you can relax and be Little?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He glances at me, brows furrowed. “No? You’re only Little when you’re at the club?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s only a few hours a week.”