“Well, it all smells really yummy, but the recipe I’m working on today is apple pie.” She held up a white triangle that looked like it could be a chunk of apple.
I leaned in to sniff it. “Mmm, smells like a honeycrisp apple. I love it.”
“And, this goes with it.” She held up a brownish chunk for me to sniff.
It immediately made me think of my mother's kitchen around the holidays. “It’s…buttery.”
She clapped her hands and bounced with glee. “Yes. That’s the crust. It really does smell like a whole apple pie, right?” Then she looked at some of her half-filled jars. “Almost. I’ve got the recipe dialed in about 90%. I’m hoping by tomorrow, I’ll be at a hundred, and I can start mass producing these because I wanna get them in my store within the next few days.”
I slipped my hands into my pockets and looked around the room. “I have to admit, Cassie, I’m very impressed with your setup. It’s actually quite organized, and I think you’re really on to something here.”
“You do? I mean, it’s not saving lives or anything, but it does make people happy.” She shrugged slowly and tucked her chin as she looked at me. “I mean, did my cinnamon cereal candle make you happy?”
I reached for her shoulders and rubbed her soft skin with my thumbs. “Yes, it made me very happy. Every time I smell it, I think of you.”
She looked away, but I could see her grin as her neck flushed pink. “So, what’s in the bag?”
I’d almost forgotten about her gift. I picked it up from where I had set it when I walked in the door and handed it to her. “This is just because you were so brave when I was dressing your burns.” I looked over and nodded toward the long gloves on the table and then looked at her long sleeves that went to her wrists. “And also because you’ve done such a good job of listening to my suggestions about covering your skin when you’re working with wax.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Fuck, every time she said that I twitched in my scrubs. I should have changed before leaving the hospital because they did nothing to hold back an erection.
Instead of pulling out a chair or walking to the couch, Cassie dropped right onto the floor where she was standing and placed the gift bag over her crossed legs. “I don’t know if I told you that I love presents.” She looked up at me as she stuck her hand inside the bag. “But I really do love presents.”
That made me chuckle. “Does that mean I have to have a present with me every time I see you?”
She shook her head and bit her lip. “No, because you are the present.”
Before either of us could respond to that, she reached inside and pulled out all the panties I’d bought for her. She gasped, and her jaw dropped in surprise. “You got me new ruffles? And so many of them.” She looked up at me. “These are so expensive. Even doctors shouldn’t spend so much money on a silly girl they just met.”
I kneeled down beside her and cupped her cheek. “But you’re more than just a silly girl I just met, aren’t you?”
She swallowed hard as she looked up at me. “Am I?”
“Hope so.” I reached for the blue pair and held them up, giving them a close inspection. “I thought you might like a few different colors too.”
She held the other pairs to her chest and nodded. “I love all the colors. And I have dresses that match all these. Thank you so much. Next time I go to Poppy’s Place, I’m gonna tell my friends that the nice doctor got these for me.”
“What is Poppy's Place?”
She opened her mouth to respond but then cocked her head and looked up at the ceiling for a minute. “First, where did you buy these?”
I smiled and waggled my eyebrows. “Probably the same place you bought them.”
“So… You know that I’m a Little?”
She didn’t exactly hide it very well. “I had an idea that maybe you are. And when I saw these in the store at Primal, I made some assumptions. Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” She bit her lip again as if trying to hold back what she wanted to say.
My thumb brushed down her chin, pulling her lip out from between her teeth. “Words, Cassie. I need you to use your words.”
“Are you a Daddy Dom?” The expression on her face was hard to read.
I wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted me to say, so I went with the truth. I’d always go with the truth with her. “Yes, Little girl. I am.”
She collapsed onto the floor and sighed dramatically. “This is me melting into a puddle. How is it possible, huh?” She looked up at me. “How can a sexy Daddy doctor not have a—” She sat up immediately with a straight spine. “Wait, do you already have a Little of your own?”
