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“Here’s my bedroom. Sorry it’s messy.” He gave an embarrassed grin. “I wasn’t planning on having company when I left. I’ll try to be neater while you’re here.” He closed the door and pushed the next door open. “Here’s our bathroom. Separate shower and tub. We’ll have to share. You know I don’t take forever, and I promise not to gross you out. I keep my bathroom clean. I’ll give you towels in a moment.”

Moving along, he didn’t give her a chance to inspect the bathroom. He tapped his knuckles against the next door without opening it. “It’s just an office in here. Nothing interesting. I have a computer, a table, and some file cabinets.”

“May I see?”

Yoanni’s hazel gaze and sweet expression ensnared his willpower as surely as if she’d thrown a lasso and pulled the rope. Unable to deny her request, he opened the door. A simple table, computer monitor with tower, and several file cabinets lined up against the side wall came into view.

“See what I mean, Nugget? There’s not much to see.”

Glancing around the room, she walked past him. “You need photos or something. It’s too bare and cold. No personality. How can you work in here? At least you have a window.” She faced him. “We’ll go shopping for things to decorate.”

Barron nearly laughed, but if he did, she’d misunderstand. He’d wanted to keep the moment light, but watching her walk around his home making simple observations destroyed his efforts. He was as thrilled and overjoyed as a child given the run of a candy store. Containing his excitement required a determination she’d just about erased from him.

“Seen enough?” That was harsh, but it worked. Her lips parted, and she stopped moving.

Fuck me.The urge to bite those luscious lips was unbearable. He escaped to the hallway.

“Your room is this way.”

Head lowered, Yoanni left the office.

You’re a fucking prick, he berated himself. But the only way to keep her attitude less chirpy and tempting was to be a jerk. Add another line to the long list of apologies he owed her. But to help her and keep his hands-off promise, he needed a clear head and some separation. Later, once this shit was resolved, he’d love her day and night.

He opened the door to the guest room. It was a boring replica of his, but without the mess and dirty clothes basket.

“I hope it’s adequate.”

Yoanni walked in, smiling. “I think it’s perfect. A queen bed and two pillows, plus a dresser and a closet.” She faced him. “How lucky can a girl be? Although…”

“I know, you’d like to go shopping for things,” he said with a chuckle. “We’ll talk about that. Just so you know, on occasion, Johnny G has slept over. I washed everything after his last visit. There’s also an extra blanket in the closet. Hold on a sec.” He walked out, leaving the door open. He returned with a set of folded towels and put them on the bed. “These are clean. Make yourself at home, little Nugget. If you need anything else, let me know. I’ll be in the kitchen making us something to eat.”

“Thank you,” she said, rubbing a hand over her stomach. “With all the commotion, I forgot to eat.”

“I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to cook with that hideous thing hanging in my kitchen. Come out when you’re ready.”

Closing the door, he scrubbed his hands over his face, slid them up through his hair, and clasped them behind his neck. Fucking hell, this was worse than he’d thought. Until he got used to Yoanni’s presence, the next few days would be a constant test of his dominance and control. She was his Little. Not a doubtexisted in his mind about that. He also didn’t want to restart their relationship with all the negative shit in the way. He’d have to wait until her situation was resolved…

His grumbling stomach got him back on track.

Did he have anything decent to feed her? He normally would’ve picked up dinner on his way back from the agency, as he only cooked on weekends. That would have to change.

Back in his kitchen, he searched through his pantry. Caesar, finished with his treat, came behind and sat in a corner watching him.

“Don’t you dare say a word,” he grumbled at the silent dog.

Good news was he had tomato soup. Everyone liked tomato soup. He opened the fridge, crossing his fingers. If he had the right ingredients, he’d be in business.

Luck was on his side…or was it planning ahead? He’d stored a partial loaf of bread on the bottom shelf to prevent mold from ruining it. Plus, he had ham and a cheddar cheese block he could easily slice.

Perfect. Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches with tomato soup made a comforting dinner for a distraught little girl.

He was in the midst of slicing when said distraught little girl came to the kitchen. Barron glanced up, and the knife slipped, coming very close to slicing a finger. He muttered a low curse, and Caesar sat up at attention.

“I’m okay, boy,” he said. Caesar stretched back down and closed his eyes.

In awe, Barron turned his attention to the beauty in the room. On all their past dates and in all their time spent together, Yoanni had never embraced or openly admitted her Little with him. Sure, she’d made a comment or expressed a fondness for Little-oriented activities and TV shows. But because he was in the thick of it, with his head shoved up his ass, he’d missed the clues. Had he taken the time to step back and observe, he might have noticed what hisprez and Spawn brothers had seen and which was now staring him in the face: the gorgeous little girl in Yoanni Sanz.

She’d dressed her stunning female curves in short pink overalls and the cutest white T-shirt with a single unicorn he’d ever seen. Ruffled ankle socks peeked out of her sneakers, and her silky hair was pulled in pigtails. She was an enticing combination of sinful innocence with adult sexuality, and his libido exploded with the image she presented. Not to mention that his now-stiff cock could smash rocks.

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