Page 22 of Impressing Brett

I draw in a breath. “I don’t know. I’m kind of freaked out. Is this your spanking room?”

He chuckles. “No, Little lamb. I can spank you in any room.” He opens the door.

I stare in disbelief, unable to move, until he sets a hand on the small of my back and gives me a nudge.

“Go on. Check it out.”

I step inside and let my gaze scan the entire room. “What is this?”

“It’s a playroom. Not the kind in your BDSM books for torture and pain. This kind is for Little girls to actually play in.”

I seriously can’t believe this. This room is a Little girl’s heaven. Shelves and shelves of toys, games, coloring books, art supplies, dolls, puzzles, and my God, I don’t even know what else yet.

There’s a table and chairs, a rocking chair, bean bag chairs, a huge doll house, and a day bed. “Why do you have this?”

He sets his hands on my shoulders from behind. “For you, Little lamb,” he murmurs near my ear.

I gasp and twist my head around to look up at him. “For me? That’s not possible. You said yourself you never even asked me out because you didn’t think I was Little before today.”

He wraps his arms around me from behind and holds me close to his front. “Eve and several other Little girls have played in here whenever they visit while it waited for my own perfect Little to come along and join my life.”

“And you think that’s me?” I nearly choke. It’s too much. Too fast. Too scary. Too everything.

“I know it is.”

I twist out of his arms so I’m facing him. “Brett, that’s craziness.” I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a chill.

He squats down in front of me, putting himself lower than me, which is oddly calming. His hands come to my hips. “Sometimes, something just feels right, and you just know. Haven’t you ever had the feeling that something was exactly right and you didn’t need more evidence?”

I don’t need to think hard. “Yes.”

He gives me a slow smile. “Then you’ll give me the benefit of the doubt?”

I shake my head, and a giggle bubbles up and out. “You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly serious, Little lamb.”

I set my hands on his forearms and give him a little shove.

He tumbles backward dramatically and lands on his butt, still smiling as he sits cross-legged.

“I’ve been here like twelve hours, and most of that time, we were sleeping,” I point out.

“You’re mine.”

I step back, but his tone and expression make me giggle again. “You don’t know me very well.”

He shrugs. “You’re mine.”

“Brett,” I exclaim. “Be serious.”

He leans forward, planting his hands on the floor in front of him. “You’re mine.”

I stare at him. Damn. He is serious. I don’t think I can process this right now, so I turn and head for the shelves to peruse the contents. “Does Eve really play in here?”

“Yep.”

I twist and look at him again. “Does she have a room like this at her house?”

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