Mikey and Taylor sidle up, coffees in hand—mine's black, strong, just how I like it. They hand me one, grinning like Cheshire cats.
"Alright, spill," Taylor begs, eyes twinkling. "Last night with the chef?Deets, man. We heard you stayed over."
I laugh, taking a sip to stall. The brew's hot, grounding. "How'd you know?"
Mikey smirks. "Hotel gossip. You didn't come back. Easy math. So? Was it epic?"
Heat creeps up my neck, but these guys are safe—Littles like me, no judgment, great guys all round.
"Yeah... epic,” I say, my mind throwing back to the previous night. "He's... perfect. Takes charge, but cares. Made me feel...horny and loved at the same time." I trail off, sipping again.
Taylor nods knowingly. "Daddy vibes for the win. Good for you. But Xander's right… there’s a tough call ahead."
Mikey punches my arm lightly. "We'll miss you if you bail, but hey, love wins, right? Now, coffee down. Work time. We’ll talk more details on our morning break. I wanna know how loud he made you holler!"
We laugh, finish our brews, and toss our cups in the bin before we dive in.
Forklift for me—hauling beams, sandbags stacking high. The day's grind helps too, the physical labor clearing my head just like it always does.
But thoughts still swirl… Olivier's touch, his laugh, that promise in his eyes. But there’s the crew—banter, fun, a found family of Littles I never thought I’d have.
Fuck. It’s not easy.
Lunch break hits and we cluster around the truck beds, munching sandwiches. Talk turns to weekends… Mikey is planning beach time with his Daddy, Taylor a hike with his.
I chime in about Olivier—maybe a quiet night, movies. The guys tease, but it's warm.
"Bring him to the site next week," Taylor says. "Crew approval acquired!"
Laughter echoes around me, and we joke about the benefits of having a Daddy who can cook better than anyone else in the whole world.
After a flurry of wrapping up work, it’s quitting time.
"See you Monday!" calls ring out. I linger, helping Xander lock up.
"Think on it," Xander reminds me. "But there’s no rush. Enjoy yourself. And just know that whatever choice you make, we’ll always have your back."
I’m one lucky Little, that’s for sure.
And this weekend, it’s all about me and my deliciously strict Daddy…
Chapter 12
Olivier
It doesn’t get much better than this.
Danny, the team, me.
Saturday morning breakfast…
The aroma of fresh croissants and brewing coffee fills the restaurant's back room, a cozy space we reserve for staff breakfasts on Saturdays.
It's a tradition I've kept alive since opening—gathering the team post-Friday rush, before the weekend prep kicks in.
No uniforms, just casual clothes and easy chatter.
Plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, fruit platters, and those flaky pastries I baked fresh this morning all along the long communal table.
