Page 2 of Tilly's Tutus
“Have a good day, Captain McGee,” Tilly called after him as he walked away, wondering what his first name was.
She took a moment and just watched the man, admiring his long legs, tight ass and the controlled way he moved across the parking lot.
When he reached the doors, Carter McGee looked back to check on the pretty redhead making slow progress toward the convention center.
He was tempted to go back and help her, but a glance at his watch showed he really needed to check in and figure out where the security service wanted him.
The department had assisted with events here before, but normally Carter oversaw and coordinated from his office downtown. This was his first time actually working at an event since his days as a rookie when he worked all the overtime and extra shifts he could. These days he was high enough up the department food chain that he rarely pulled extra duty. But, as a Daddy Dom looking for his Little, when this opportunity crossed his desk, he’d refused to let anyone else work it. Walking around an event full of Bigs and Littles, he could meet the attendees and make sure everyone was safe. This kind of event was just what his lack of social life needed.
The first item on his agenda was to find out the pretty redhead’s name and figure out if she was single and interested in spending time with a police officer who was also a strict but loving Daddy.
As he walked down the hall that ran the length of the building, Carter checked out each room as he made his way to the front of the building where the security office was located.
“Captain McGee, are you working the event this weekend?”
Joe Cotler, the head of the convention center’s security team did not look like he wanted to be here, which did not surprise Carter. Joe was as straight as a road through the desert, and as tolerant as a menopausal woman during a heatwave in July.
Before Carter could answer, Joe turned back to the group of uniformed men and women. “I’ve got an event I’ve got to get to and I’m leaving Donnell in charge,” Joe said, waving to a young man in the middle of the group.
Carter frowned at the man’s choice of team leader. Donnell did not look old enough to drink, much less be in charge of a half dozen security officers for the next three-and-a-half days. But he was only here as a liaison in case anything truly illegal happened. The security men had no power to arrest or detain any wrongdoers. They would stop the offender and call him in to deal with the legalities.
Donnell looked surprised at the news of his apparent promotion, but stepped forward and turned to face the team as Joe walked away.
“Um, all right. Um, we’ll be using the walkie talkies and headsets to keep in contact. We’ll also be rotating stations every two hours. If there’s any problems or illegal activities, call for Captain McGee and me.”
Donnell looked at him and Carter had a feeling it was time for him to step in and say as few words as he could get away with. The doors would be opening to convention-goers soon and the guards needed to be in place before then.
“This group of people should not be too difficult to handle. The key is to be kind. If you have questions, come talk to me. I’ll be roaming the building. If there’s nothing else, let’s go to work.”
The group dispersed quickly and Carter made his way back to the ballroom full of vendors. The energy was high as they waited for the doors to open and hoped for a weekend of amazingsales. Carter made his way around the perimeter, looking for the clothes rack and the pretty redhead.
When he found her, she was just as adorable as he’d remembered from their first meeting. She was dancing around her booth, which she had turned into a mini boutique, with skirts and tutus hanging from racks as well as from what looked like clotheslines strung along the wall behind her space. There was a table with t-shirts and a stack of colorful bags in different sizes. There was also a stack of catalogues and another of business cards.
“Hello,” he said as she bounced across the space to set a basket full of socks on the table.
“Good morning, again. Are you now on duty and here to arrest me for excessive cuteness, Captain McGee?” she asked as she danced around her booth.
He glanced around the small space before smiling back at the pretty woman. “No, I came to find out your name.”
“Tilly Smith, owner, designer, head seamstress, and saleswoman of Tilly’s Tutus.”
“Carter McGee, police captain and Daddy Dom. You wouldn’t happen to be Little in need of a Daddy, would you?”
Chapter Two
Tilly froze and tried to decide how to answer Carter McGee’s question. The truth was that shewasa Little and would love to find a Daddy, but with the challenges barreling toward her family, she needed to focus on her sisters and not look for a new romance.
The state had bought their family farm to build a highway and they were having to move out in the next few weeks. Adding in her job and building this business to more than just a step above a hobby that paid for itself, she had no room in her life for a man. Though if she did, this was the kind of man she’d love to invite into the chaos of her life.
Taking a deep breath, she released it slowly, hoping to calm herself because the man standing before her was ringing all her bells. And learning he was a Daddy Dom only added to the attraction.
“While I am a Little, and single, and you are my hero for helping me outside, at this time I can’t be looking for a Daddy,” she admitted softly.
She stiffened when Carter frowned at her. But then he blinked and his expression cleared.
“I don’t understand, but I’ll accept your answer for now, little dancer. Maybe we could be friends until something more develops?”
Tilly nodded with a small smile. “I’d like that. I’m always on the lookout for new friends.”
