“I was just explaining to our naughty girl that putting herself down wasn’t allowed. Hmm, Wolfe can you make a note that I owe her a spanking for that when she’s better.”
“Yep.” Wolfe drew a small notebook from his pocket.
She attempted to pinch herself. Without even looking at her, Wolfe’s hand shot out to grab her wrist. “No.”
“No?”
His gaze met hers. “No.”
Shoot.
“We also had a chat about age play,” Caleb added. “She knows we’re Daddy Doms.”
“Good,” Aleki said with satisfaction. “Now she knows what she’s getting into.”
Getting into? She wasn’t getting into anything.
“I need a napkin for you,” Wolfe muttered, lifting his gaze away from where he now stirred the soup. The kale soup.
Ick.
“Actually, a bib would work better. I’ll go find something.”
“Caleb needs a spoon too,” she called out.
Wolfe nodded and left.
“I’ll pay you a hundred dollars if you pour the soup out and give me one of those burritos,” she said seriously.
Aleki grinned at her. “Aww, but kale soup is so good for you.”
“I don’t notice you eating it.”
“Because I’m not sick,” Aleki said cheerfully. “And Wolfe is too busy fussing over you to care what I eat. This arrangement is going to work out well for me.”
Arrangement? What arrangement?
Before she could ask, Wolfe was back. And he had what looked to be a huge rubber bib in his hand.
“I don’t need that,” she squeaked as Wolfe set it over her chest.
“Yes, you do. In case you make a mess.”
“I’ve been feeding myself for years without making a mess.”
“But you’re not feeding yourself. I’m feeding you. Lean forward so I can do it up at the back.”
“No way,” she replied stubbornly.
Wolfe leaned down to stare at her. His gaze was firm. “Excuse me?”
A shiver ran over her. Excitement. A little concern.
“Sit forward, little girl. Before I have to get strict with you.”
“Shit,” Aleki whispered. “So he does have it in him.”
This felt odd coming from Wolfe. She expected indifference, dislike.