Page 68 of Daddy's Little Survivor

Charlotte clapped her hands. “Great! I'll tell my boss about you and whenever you can, you talk to your Daddy then come visit and I can introduce you to James. You're going to totally love it.”

Monroe couldn't help but smile. Maybe this was her chance. Her chance at living life. It would also mean she would be staying in this town and that meant maybe her Daddy could be her forever Daddy instead of just until everything was resolved.

Just the thought of that made her happy. She wanted to be his forever Little, but she didn't know if he felt the same way. She had thought about bringing it up several times but didn't think it was her place since he had been so generous to let her stay. Maybe he was already sick and tired of her and didn't want her around anymore.

That was very possible and Monroe had to respect that. Even if she didn't like it one bit.

“So, what do you like to do when you're Little?” Charlotte asked. “Sorry if I ask any questions that you're uncomfortable with. If you're uncomfortable you don't have to answer them.”

“It's okay,” she whispered. “I've never been around another Little, so this is all super new.”

She didn't know why she told Charlotte that, it just came out. Monroe hung her head in embarrassment and took several deep breaths. She should have held her tongue.

“That's okay. I was in your shoes at one point. No judgment here. First impressions are important, but I like to give second chances. All of us are new at meeting new people all the time. You're not alone,” Charlotte said. “I love to play dress up and tea parties are absolutely amazing. But I also love to color and create things. As you can tell, I absolutely adore baking anything. If you ever need any baking done, come to me and I will make it for free.”

Smiling, Monroe nodded her head. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders when Charlotte was okay with being the first Little she’d ever met.

“Tea parties are so much fun. Daddy and I just had a tea party the other day and I absolutely loved it. He was so good at a British accent and, uh, so hot,” Monroe said. “I could listen to him all the time if he spoke in a British accent. Do you like British accents?”

“I love them!”

“What would it be like to have a British Daddy? Ugh. I would make him talk all the time. I would tell him to narrate everything he did so I could just hear him talk.”

“Oh, and him saying sweet but dirty things in your ear. That is hot.”

“I can totally imagine that! Maybe I'll have to have Daddy try that out.”

Monroe could not wait to ask her Daddy to say sweet but dirty things to her in his British accent. Maybe once he did that, they could get to doing things. He had already made her orgasm, but she wanted to take it a step further.

Just looking at him turned her on and it was a struggle to keep her mind out of the gutter. Especially when he was doing laundry with only pants on. That was a sight to see and Monroe was so glad she had been awake that day.

Daddy had been doing laundry when she woke up from her nap and had found him shirtless. She had stood there for several minutes just watching him, his muscles rippling with every movement he made.

He had caught her looking and asked her what she was doing, and she played it off as though she was thirsty. It didn't help that her face got flushed and he was concerned she was getting sick so he took her temperature and made sure she drank lots of liquids.

Oh, the sweet torture of having to drink all those liquids and then have him changing her diaper. Several times, she wanted to ask him to make her come, but she was shy. Did he feel the same way about her?

“You're going to have to tell me all about it when you do,” Charlotte said. “My Daddy's terrible at a British accent. So I'm living through you right now.”

Monroe couldn't help but giggle. It felt like they had been friends forever and she loved that. She couldn't wait until they got to hang out and do this again.

“You could ask him to practice,” she said. “But I'll definitely let you know.”

“You know how some people just can't learn things or they think doing it is amazing but in reality they suck?” Charlotte said.

Monroe nodded her head, not really following where she was going with this.

“That's my Daddy when he's trying to speak in a British accent. It's so horrible that now he does it whenever he wants to torture me a little.”

She couldn't help but laugh at this. She had never heard of somebody being that bad.

“Maybe I'll have to show you so you actually believe me.”

“No, no. I believe you.” Which was a total lie but if it really was that bad, Monroe didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to ruin the thought of a British accent because he was so bad at it.

“Good choice,” she giggled. “He is so bad at it.”

Charlotte grabbed a coloring book and handed it to Monroe with some markers.

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