Page 33 of The More the Merrier

With my focus back on the room, I’m faced with two very different men. I take a moment to just stare at them, the Little in me squeeing at the obviously dominant vibes rolling off both of them.

The growly one, the very, very tatted one, has to be at least three heads taller than I am and probably wide enough he has to turn sideways to walk through doors. His size would normally be intimidating, but now that I know he’s on my side, I think he looks like a big pink marshmallow just waiting to be squished up.

The younger guy with him, though. Oh my, he’s a whole different kettle of fish. Only slightly shorter than his friend, very well-toned under the dapper suit he’s wearing, and the softest looking blond hair that’s begging me to mess it up, makes for a near-perfect package. But it’s those eyes, the startling blue eyes framed by thick, long lashes that make him irresistible.

My libido is raging, and I’m not sure if it’s because of the two men facing me down, or the fact that it’s been way too long since I visited my good friend ‘O’.

Who the heck am I kidding? Of course it’s them.

They’re both just standing there. Staring at me. Perhaps waiting for me to scream or pass out again. So I take it upon myself to break the ice.

“I know I asked Santa to gimme a Daddy for Christmas. But damn, that was over fifteen years ago. And neither of you are quite the Daddy I had in mind when I wrote him that letter. Not that I mind.”

Chapter 3

Johannes

As a member of a couple of private clubs, I’m no stranger to the term ‘Daddy’. And I’m never one to yuck someone else’s yum, but I was pretty fucking sure having a pretty little thing call me Daddy was never gonna be on my list of kinks. But fuck. My cock perked right the hell up at that.

And suddenly all the little hints become clear. The cute PJs, the stuffed toy, and all the small things littered across her flat. She’s obviously very comfortable in her personal space and doesn’t see a need to hide who she is here. I catch Cameron perusing the room around us more closely now after Little Mouse’s exclamation. Not long before he makes the connection and his face lights up in its own way. He’s never hidden the fact that he’s into ageplay, and she’s exactly what he’s been looking for.

Not a fucking chanceboet. She’s mine.

Finders fucking keepers.

And then reality comes crashing in and I realize who the hell I am. She fainted at her first sight of me. Regardless of the circumstances, there is no way in hell that I’d ever stand a chance with a cute little thing like her. Her brown hair, previously put up in two buns on the sides of her head, is now adorably mussed, the bangs almost too long, just a smidge away from obscuring her view. Her large, brown, doe-like eyes are peering at us.

She leans over and grabs yet another stuffed bear from between the couch pillows. Cradling the bear in her arms, she lifts a solitary eyebrow as if in question at the two idiots standing in front of her.

I’ve never been great at flirting. First because women tend to run in the other direction when they see me coming, and secondly, because I never know what the hell to say. Now isn’t any different.

So instead of saying what I want to say, which is to inform her I’d be happy to be her Daddy, I open my mouth and insert my foot right in it.

“You should be glad you don’t call either of us Daddy, Little Mouse. If you did, we’d both be tanning your hide for the stunt you pulled tonight. What the fuck were you thinking breaking into that house, of all places?”

I immediately regret my words when she straightens her spine and I can practically see the anger rising in her. Before she can say anything, though, Cameron opens his big fat mouth and lays down his own wisdom.

“Sorry. Forgive my friend here. Johannes tends to speak before he thinks. I, however, do not. And while I took my extra moment to think things through, I’ve come up with some interesting observations.”

Little Mouse still looks spitting mad, but she stays quiet, giving him a chance to say his fill.

“You obviously have some skill to have managed to make your way intoour boss’s house. This means you’ve done this more than once, yet you live frugally. So that tells me you aren’t stealing for your own gain. Now, care to tell me why you didn’t just contact Parker to ask for help? Instead of robbing him? Therefore forcing me to arrest you and have you locked up?” As he says this, he takes his cuffs from his back pocket.

Little Mouse visibly gulps. And I want to strangle him for frightening her further.

“Dammit, Cameron!” I bark out. “I told you, she’s not being locked up. I won’t fucking allow it. Fight me on this and I’ll make you disappear myself. Your mother might be upset with me for a while, but not even Janet is stopping me from putting you in the ground if you follow through on that particular threat. Do you understand me?”

When I’m done raging at him, she looks perplexed, and he looks suitably cowed. I am Andre’s second-in-charge for a reason. And just because he grew up around me doesn’t mean he is exempt from my wrath.

With both of them staring at me, I pull out my phone and dial Andre’s number. It rings twice before he answers it.

“What do you have for me? Did Cam arrest her?”

“Nee.”

“Wat de fok, Johannes!” he snaps at me and I pull the phone away from my ear slightly.

I’ve worked for him for years now, and I know how to handle him. A few more choice words make their way to my ears, and when he finally loses steam I give him my side of the story, all the while looking Zanya in the eyes.

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