little girl alive.
I hope you’ve enjoyed Nurturing Britney. Please enjoy the following excerpt from Charming Colton, the next book in the Surrender series.
“What do you think?” I ask Leah as I spin around in a circle, admiring my newest dress in the full-length mirror behind my closet door. I’m grinning, so it’s not like Leah has the option of telling me she hates it. Then again, this is Leah I’m talking about. She may be submissive, but she’s not a little and refuses to even consider dabbling in that side of the fetish world no matter how many times I try to talk her into it.
Leah rolls her eyes and flops back onto my bed dramatically, her long brown curls fanning out all over the comforter. “No matter how many times you ask me how cute I think you are in your idea of fetish attire, you’re not going to get me to understand the appeal of being a little, Eve,” she teases as she rolls onto her side and props her cheek on one palm.
She glances up and down my body. “It’s so short.”
“It’s supposed to be short.” I flatten down the front of the lavender dress that got delivered earlier today. It fits perfectly. Exactly what I’d hoped for. It looks like it belongs on someone who’s about four, but sized for my thirty-year-old self. I trail my hands over the smocking across my chest and then the low-cut rounded neckline. The sleeves are puffed at my shoulders with elastic around my biceps. It spreads out full below the smocking, which means no one who hasn’t seen me naked could discern what my body shape is underneath. And the best part, it flares out when I spin.
“It barely covers your ass, Eve. And not at all if you keep spinning around like that. Plus, you’re going to get dizzy.”
I tip my head to one side, plant my hands on my hips, and glare at her in fun. “Because that black skirt you wore last week at Surrender was so much longer.”
She chuckles. “Okay, probably not, but that’s different. I love that skirt. It’s skin tight. It makes me feel sexy, especially when I pair it with the red corset—the one that pushes my boobs up, making it look like I actually have boobs.”
I shake my head. “You have more boobs than me.”
“Seriously, Eve. You’re not going to convince me of that. And why are we arguing about boob size?”
“We’re not.” I spin back around and look in the mirror again. “And it doesn’t matter if you like this dress or not. I like it, and I can’t wait to entice Owen to spank me in it.”
When Leah doesn’t respond, I glance over at her to find her picking on an imaginary piece of lint on my bed.
“What?” I’ve gotten the impression more than once that Leah isn’t super fond of Owen.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. The guy gives me a strange vibe is all.”
“Well, he’s been nothing but polite, and he’s got a pretty strong Daddy tendency. It’s been forever since I’ve played with a steady Daddy. Let me have some fun.”
“Okay, but please don’t go to his house or anything. Not alone. Not yet. Give it a bit more time.”
I sigh. “I haven’t been to his house yet. I promise.” I have met him in public for coffee and twice for dinner, but Leah knows that.
“Worse, you’ve been to his bar. The place he works. Just…be careful.”
I leap over toward the bed and jump onto it, making the mattress bounce next to her. “Maybe you’re jealous.”
She chuckles. “Of what?”
“Because I have a regular partner at the club finally. It’s been a while since I had a Daddy I could count on.” I shrug.
She laughs again. “I don’t want a relationship with a Daddy, so no. Not jealous. Concerned.”
I lift up the hem of my new dress. “We’re not all that different, you know. We both like short skirts. I just like mine looser.” I giggle.
She rolls her eyes and then heaves herself off my bed. “Sure. Almost twins.” She leans over and kisses my cheek. “Gotta go. I’ll see you Friday night?”
“Yep. I’ll be the naughty toddler getting spanked.”
She groans with a smile. “You can get spanked without having a fake tantrum, you know. All you have to do is ask any Dom in the club.”
I give an exaggerated pout. “What’s the fun in that?” I shove off the bed and walk Leah to the door, seeing