Page 50 of Daddy P.I. 3.0

“Wow,” Cappa says quietly.

“Wow, I’m naive? Daddy’s ex thinks so.”

“No, wow, I never thought of it that way. Just ... give me a minute.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and slips away, pecking a kiss on my cheek before he disappears into Daddy’s office.

I finish slicing up the carrots and arrange the sliced vegetables on two trays with homemade hummus and baba ghanoush. I carry one tray to the dining table and the other to the living room table. Daddy snags my hand as I head back into the kitchen.

“That was a very serious talk you were having with Cappa,” he says, rubbing my hand between his huge paws.

I nod. “I think he’s going through some stuff.”

Daddy dips his head to give me butterfly kisses. “Very proud of you, my little wonder.”

“Because I’ve been working on my insecurities?”

“Yes, and because you’re generous with your friends. I’m proud of my kind, big-hearted girl.”

“Even though I’m very little sometimes?”

“Especiallybecause you’re very little sometimes.”

I stretch up to give him a kiss before returning to the kitchen.

To keep Master Mac out of my kitchen, I’ve made the easiest of party dinners. All finger foods. Nothing that requires more than defrosting and a trip through the oven. There aren’t any complaints about the simplicity of the food, not even from Master Javier, since I’ve made the wild-rice-stuffed eggplant rolls with sriracha drizzle that he’s crazy for. Because it’s a mixed group of littles and non-littles around the table, there’s no High Protocol tonight. I lean against Daddy and sigh wistfully.

“What’s that noise for, sweetheart?” Daddy asks after swallowing a mouthful of pulled pork.

“Could we have another High Protocol dinner soon?”

Daddy grins a wolfy grin. “We could. Maybe after the Nursery’s Grand Opening. Which, by the way, I think is a fine way to end your coming days of orgasm-abstinence.”

I glare at him. “It would be a fine way of celebratingnothaving any orgasm-abstinence.”

“Not going to happen, little girl.”

“Boo,” I say.

“Without doing anything so gauche as inviting myself to dinner,” Master Javier says from across the table, “I could find a submissive or two to join in those activities.”

He slides his eyes toward Shannie and Fleur, who are sitting to Daddy’s right.

“Not it,” Fleur murmurs.

“Too late,” Master Javier tells her.

“Monday after the Opening suit you?” Daddy asks.

“To a T,” Master Javier replies.

“But not to an O,” I grump.

Too many of the Doms around the table chuckle. They’re all giant meanies.

“If there’s wide-spread enthusiasm for a High Protocol dinner, I’ll book the Trattoria,” Master Javier says.

“Oh, there is.” Faolan leers at his little. Poor Matty, is her daddy a sadist, too?

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