Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Come, sweet girl.”
A tingling sensation goes up my spine when he calls me that. It makes me feel special, like I matter. He has called me that before, and I’ve never heard him call any of the other Littles sweet girl.
Brian takes a few steps around the end of the table to get closer to me. He squats down so we’re eye to eye. “There’s even a medical room here. It’s meant to be for people to do private scenes in, but we can just pretend we’re playing doctor. How’s that?”
I bite my lip at the thought of playing doctor with him. I squeeze my thighs together tightly. I’ve thought of playing doctor with Brian lots of times. It’s where I go in my head late at night when I’m alone under my covers. I’ve pictured Brian as my nurse, really, because he is a nurse.
In my imagination, he takes my temperature, checks my pulse, and uses a blood pressure cuff on me. He asks me private questions and records my answers in his tablet. He asks me really personal things like if I’m sexually active and if any boys have touched my private parts.
I always get fidgety when I think about Brian like that, and I can’t avoid doing so now. I’m so embarrassed that I need to get out of this room, and the best escape I have is to agree to go with him. “Okay.”
He gives me a beaming smile and rises to hold out a hand again. “Good girl.”
I can feel Amelia watching us, and she breathes out a sigh of relief. I’m still mad at her, but not very. She’s my friend. I don’t have many friends. She’s just trying to help me.
I take Brian’s hand with my good one and let him guide me from the playroom. He stops in the hallway and speaks to one of the managers. “Is the medical room open?”
The man nods. “I’m pretty sure.”
“Can you block an hour off for me?”
“Sure can.” The man walks away without another word.
An hour? Surely it won’t take an hour. He can just look at my arm, and then I’ll find an excuse to go home.
I shuffle along beside Brian, my hand still in his much larger one. When we get to the private room, he pushes the door open and lets me pass ahead of him.
When he flips on the overhead lights, the room gets very bright. The rest of the club is nowhere near this bright. I squint.
Brian chuckles as he shuts and locks the door. “It’s really bright in here, isn’t it? I think that’s on purpose. When people do medical scenes, they like to feel very exposed.”
My tummy does flips as he guides me toward the exam table. I’ve never been in here before. It looks exactly like every doctor’s office I’ve ever seen. Granted, it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a doctor. When I was a kid, my mother took me for regular checkups. My father has only taken me to the local clinic a few times since my mother died and only when I’ve been so sick I needed an antibiotic.
Brian releases my hand and reaches for my hips. “Let’s get you up onto the exam table, Little one.”
I wince audibly as his fingers wrap around my hips. Shoot. Crap. Darn. His hands are so big, and I’m so small that his fingers dig into a bruise on my stomach.
Brian frowns as he sets me on the end of the exam table. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head a bit too vigorously. “No.”
He keeps his hands on my hips and bends at the knees a bit to put us at eye level. When he moves his thumbs around, I try very hard to stifle a wince but fail.
“Lacey, why does your tummy hurt to touch?”
“It doesn’t,” I lie. My face heats, and I look away.
Brian releases my hips and guides my chin back to center. “Look at me, Little one.”
My flush grows as I meet his gaze.
“I don’t like you lying to me. It’s very naughty.”
The look of disappointment on his face makes tears well up in my eyes in an instant. I’ve been on the verge of tears for several minutes, so they spring back instantly. I don’t like disappointing Brian. It makes my tummy hurt worse than the bruising. It makes me feel icky on the inside.
My lip starts trembling. I can’t stop the tears. They fall freely.
Brian’s eyes widen, and he keeps one hand on my lap while he reaches over to snag a tissue from the box on the counter.
His kindness and the way he protects me as if I might be in danger of falling makes me cry for real now. A sob escapes and then another.
“Sweet girl…” Brian dabs at the tears running down my cheeks before snagging several more tissues and pulling up the rolling stool to sit in front of me.