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been the only person who could possibly kick his ass.
    “Okay, dude, come on. Just the threat assessment.” I smiled in spite of myself. He didn’t give a shit about giving me a hard time, and I liked that about him.
    “No problem, man, I’ll priority mail to you when I’ve got it. But, FYI—she’s pretty easy to find, and damn. I totally get it.” He was already finding her shit. I smiled again, knowing he would get the info.
    “Thanks, man.” I hung up and shook some tension out of my shoulders. Now, my dad and, therefore, my mom would hear that I was interested in a girl. That’ll be fun.
    I took a quick shower and got dressed. I ate a protein bar as I jogged down to the car. I dropped the top on the C70, and took a moment to just enjoy my life. I had almost everything a guy like me might want. And anticipation was the best part. I liked to drag it out with subs usually, leave them waiting, wondering when it was coming—whatever it was, a slap on the ass, a slap on the face, my cock in her pussy. I liked it when they got to the point that they were practically shivering with how much they wanted it. It was better than the actual sex. It was a serious head trip, taking an otherwise sweet girl and making her beg you for your cock, tears in her eyes.
    She lived surprisingly close to me, about a ten minute drive. The devil in my heart smiled at that as I pulled up to her building. She was walking out of the door, right on time. Points to you, little girl. I got out of the car, opened the door for her and tossed her bag in the back seat. She gave me an odd look as I helped her into the car, as if she wasn’t used to men doing that.
    “Good morning, little girl,” I said once she was in the seat. I couldn’t keep the little smile of glee off my face. Rewards could be as fun to give as punishments.
    “Good morning, Boss.”
    She smiled as I got in and I got a rush at the pet name. Because I was who I was, what I was, I would push the ‘little girl’ title on her till she made it clear she wasn’t a little, or didn’t want to be my little. That Daddy/little girl play hadn’t ever been my thing, but she stirred something new in me. Something I didn’t want to think about yet.
    My playlist advanced to the next song, a band that was relatively new to me, Metric. She smiled big and wide, then began murmuring along with the song. Her little cream-colored sweater, tight Capri pants and stacked shoes had a sexy retro feel that I liked.
    I flipped a U-turn and she paused, glancing back the other way.
    “Where are you going? I have lecture at eight.”
    “Little girl, trust me. I’ll get you where you need to be, but I want something first.” I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop myself and I knew it was a little growly. My blood was pounding through me and I wanted to just pull over and claim her in whatever lawn we stumbled into. But I knew I had to keep it chill. At some point, I’d be able to do that, just stop anywhere and get her on her knees for me. But not yet. I had to earn her total devotion. I knew that.
    I pulled into a little mom-and-pop drive-through coffee place I hit up most mornings. I turned and smiled at her. “How about that drink? Cappuccino, iced latte? What’s your poison? My treat.”
    She flushed and, God, it was sexy. “Um, just an iced coffee with a little cream. Thanks.” She sounded all small, like she was embarrassed that she drank coffee. I ordered our coffees and the rest of the drive was spent in relative quiet, wind blowing, messing her hair up and it was sexier that way. We got to school sooner than I wanted, but responsibility beckoned.
    Before we got out of the car, I asked, “What do you have going on this weekend?”
    She answered with a dull tone in her voice, “Studying mostly, some errands and laundry. Nothing exciting.”
    “I want to take you out tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
    “Sure, we can get that drink.” She smiled a little, but her eyes