Page 22 of A Daddy for Christmas 2: Kitt

I frowned at him and sat back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest. “I don’t care if people look. Let them look! I’ll say what I want!”

That was pretty loud too, but by then, I didn’t care. He took my arm and practically yanked me out of my seat. I was so surprised my mouth fell open, and I tried to pull away. “No! I’m not done eating my food yet.”

“Oh, you’re done. I told you what would happen. Now let’s go.”

I was so embarrassed to be hauled out of there that I just stopped fighting him and let him take me. He stopped at the cash register and gave the lady some money and then out to the car we went. I was seething and my face was bright red as he fastened my seat belt and started up the engine.

“I was still eating, damn it!”

He suddenly turned on me. “You ate all your eggs and bacon and drank your milk, so you had enough. And you’re not going to embarrass me in a restaurant by pitching a little fit and screaming like a toddler. Do you understand that?”

Since he was looming over me, and I was a little intimidated, I nodded.

“Say you understand.”

“I understand. I’m sorry.”

“And one more thing. You don’t cuss me. Not ever. Do you hear me? I won’t stand for that. You do that again and you’ll get a spanking, no matter where we are. I’ll put you over my knee right then and there, and I mean it.”

Since I knew he meant it, what could I say but, “Yes, sir,” with my face burning red. Spank me? Put me over his knee? In front of people? Was he kidding? Hell no, he wasn’t. And why did it make my heart start thumping so wildly?

Did I say I had started liking him? Well, if I ever did, then I was sadly mistaken. I hated him. And forget going to bed with him. That would never happen. Not ever!

Let’s not be hasty, a traitorous little part of my brain protested. I blushed and looked out the window, trying to ignore him, but he wasn’t done with me yet.

“Tell me why you got so upset.”

“No.”

“Tell me.”

“It was nothing.”

“Kitt, tell me right now or I’m stopping this car, and those pants are coming down.”

Damn it. He probably would too. “You’re a bully and I won’t tell you!”

He started slowing down and I panicked. “No, wait! Wait! I’ll tell you.” I gave him a dirty look and then sighed. “It was what you said about how you knew what my father did when he found out about the club. It embarrassed me.”

“I never said that. I didn’t say much of anything, really, but you took the ball and ran with it. You told me what you thought I knew. Your brother was vague about it, so I never learned any specifics. Besides, you do know that I found you today in a Littles room at a BDSM club.”

“That’s different.”

“I’d like to know how.”

“You didn’t know for sure I was Little.”

“Okay.”

“You didn’t!”

“You were playing with Legos. And you cried when I made you leave. I know, Kitten.”

“Oh.”

“It’s no big deal to me,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s a free country. Be whatever you want to be.”

“You’re saying Jazz didn’t tell you I was a Little.”

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