Foster’s attention as he searched the room. It was apparent he was looking for me by the frazzled expression on his face.
With a sigh of relief, Foster closed the door and crossed the room. Dropping down next to me, he thumped his head on the back of the couch with a groan.
“What’s up?” I asked, as Foster lifted his hands and rubbed at his face.
“It’s Remi,” he said, naming a submissive who’d been a member of the club for some time. “You need to talk to him, Carson.”
“Why?” I asked, genuinely confused. Remi was a bit of a brat, but nothing that warranted this kind of reaction. Okay, he was more than a bit of a brat, but so were a lot of other submissives. He must have had thrown one hell of a tantrum to get Foster so up in arms.
“You know why.” Foster lifted his head and glared at me.
“What has he done this time?”
“What hasn’t he done?” Foster tossed his hands up in the air. “He made a huge scene in the schoolroom. He was playing with this Dom and tried topping from the bottom. The guy wasn’t having any of it and safeworded, as was his right. Remi got pissed. The guy got pissed. They started yelling at each other. It was a whole thing.”
“And what do you think I can do about it? Ban him for a few days until he learns his lesson? Until he learns how to play well with others? He’s difficult, Foster—”
“He’s not difficult, Carson,” Foster interrupted. “He’s a Dom trying to be submissive, and it isn’t working.”
“Then why don’t you talk to him? You seem to have a better grasp of the situation than I do.”
Foster rocked back on the couch, an uncomfortable look descending on his face. “Because I think he’s more your domain than mine.”
“You think Remi is an age player?”
“I mean…” Foster held out his hands and shrugged. “I don’t know. He seems to have a particular fondness for the schoolroom. Either he’s just really into role playing a schoolboy, or he’s a middle.” Foster looked at me and smiled. “Dom middles are so cute. Oh, I probably shouldn’t say that. Doms aren’t cute.” He stopped and then tilted his head. “Except for me.”
Rolling my eyes at his antics, I returned his smile. “You want to see something cute?” I pointed a finger toward the reading corner and the two littles I’d been watching.
Foster looked over, a smile coming to his face as he watched them. “Billy and Bea?”
I leaned over. “He’s been watching over her for the last twenty minutes. I think someone has a little crush.”
A loud giggle resonated through the room as Jason chased Lizzy toward the caged trampoline in the back. Bea jerked, her eyes opening at the sound. Yawning, she looked around, remembering where she was. Her gaze landed on Billy who was too busy glaring at Lizzy and Jason to notice.
“Hi, Billy.” Her voice was soft and shy as she pulled her blanket up to her lips.
Billy’s gaze snapped down, his face softening as he looked at her. “Hi, Bea. I was just watching out for you,” he said, puffing up his chest.
Bea smiled, a bare foot slipped out from under the blanket to dig at the fluffy rug on the floor. “Thanks,” she replied, yawning again as she snuggled back down into the large beanbag chair. “What are you reading?”
“What?” Billy looked down at the book in his lap for the first time. “Nothing,” he said, shoving it back on the shelf next to him. “Are you still sleepy?”
Nodding, Bea brought her knees up to her chest.
“You can go back to sleep if you want to. I’ll make sure no one messes with you.”
Bea smile as she closed her eyes. “Thanks, Billy.”
Billy’s answering smile was bigger than I’d ever seen.
“Billy?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna cuddle with me?”
Billy looked like someone had hit him with a two-by-four. “Really?”
Bea lifted her covers in answer. Billy dove over, his big body curling up next to hers as she draped her blanket over him.
Feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I looked over to Foster and laughed at the matching look on his face.
“Foster?”
“They’re so cute,” he whispered. I swear I heard him squeal as Bea nuzzled her face into Billy’s chest.
“So,” Foster said, pulling his gaze from the two littles. “You’ll talk to Remi?”
Nodding, I sighed. “Yes, I’ll talk to him.”
“Tonight?”
“Is he still here?”
Foster nodded as he pointed over his shoulder toward the rest of the