Since they hadn’t discussed texting or calls, Lottie waited until after she’d taken a quick shower and pulled on her favorite nightshirt with the dancing cow on the front to pick up her phone and Travis’s business card.
Crawling into bed, she added his number to her phone before opening a text. It took her five minutes of typing and erasing texts before she finally decided on a quick good night message.
Lottie:Good night, Daddy. We got home okay.
Lottie:Oh, this is Lottie.
Travis:It’s very late and you should be asleep, sugar. I’m glad you got home safely. Now go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.
Though she wanted to argue that it wasn’t too late, she decided her butt and ability to sit the next day did not want to chance being a smartass. Instead, she sent a kiss-face emoji before plugging her phone into its charger and turning off the light.
“Molly, I think I met a Daddy I actually show my Little to,” she whispered as she settled deeper under the covers and pulled her cow stuffie into her chest.
Though Molly wanted to hear all about him, Lottie was too tired to share. Instead, she closed her eyes and let sleep carry her away, already excited to see Travis in the morning.
Her dreams were filled with Travis and their kiss, but then they twisted and he told her he didn’t want to Daddy a woman who was so cut off from her Little. She woke up with tears rolling down her face and Tilly banging on the door telling her to get up and moving. It was time to make sandwiches for lunch and get ready for the second day of Littlepalooza.
Though he felt like a schoolboy with his first crush, Travis arrived at the convention center long before the building would open to the vendors. He could not wait to see Lottie again. He could not wait to confirm that the connection he felt so strongly was real and not just a figment of his imagination.
He entered the building as soon as the doors opened. After setting up their table, Travis began to pace the wide aisle that separated their booths, anxiously waiting for his Little candymaker to arrive.
And he was certain that she was his, even though they had only spent a couple hours together the night before. He felt an attraction for Lottie Smith that he’d never had for any other woman.
His dreams the night before had been filled with her and their future. He’d ended the night before jerking off and when he woke up well before dawn he found himself in the shower relieving the pressure in his cock once again. Once he was dressed and ready for the day, he pulled out his computer and began to look at real estate listings in the local area. The one-bedroom apartment he’d rented on a six-month lease was fine for just him, but Lottie needed space to cook and explore being Little.
Travis found several houses he liked that had more than enough room for the two of them, but he would wait until after the convention to contact a real estate agent about seeing them. He wanted Lottie to visit them with him and help make the final decision about where they would live.
Thanks to frugal living while he’d been in the service, and his monthly income now that he’d retired, Travis could comfortably provide for his Little. He might even encourage her to quit her job and focus on building her candy business.
With a sigh he realized he was moving too fast in his planning. Lottie might not even want to be with him once the weekend was over. He also needed to meet her Little and they needed to have the rules and consequences conversation though he knew in his soul that she was the woman for him.
Used to flying faster than the speed of sound in a multi-million-dollar machine, Travis had learned to make decisions and take action quickly. He had to slow down until Lottie agreed to a relationship with him though he had a hard time imagining a future without her in his life.
His woman.
His Little.
His everything.
When she finally walked in a few minutes later with cloth bags hanging off both arms and a box she could barely see over clutched to her chest, Travis huffed as he hurried toward her.
Without a word, he pulled the box from her arms. When she jumped and looked like she was going to protest, Travis gave her a look that he hoped conveyed that he was not pleased with her. “You should have texted me to help you bring things in.”
Lottie looked at him in shock before she smiled at him. “Good morning. That box isn’t that heavy, just bulky.”
“Good morning. I don’t care if the box was empty. If you have something big to carry, you call me.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” Lottie snarked while giving him a left-handed salute.
“Brat,” he muttered as he followed her to her booth space.
Lottie stepped around her table and set her bags down on a low table at the back of her space. When she tried to take the box from him, he turned away so she couldn’t reach it.
“Where do you want it?”
“Over there. I think that’s one of Carri’s boxes.” Lottie pointed to the booth beside hers where her sister had been selling cute crocheted animals. He eased between the two tables and set it down.
“Is there more to bring inside?”
