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“I’m Jonathan.” He shook Barron’s hand. “I think my baby girl wants to play with yours. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. Join me.” Barron slipped to the side, making room for Jonathan.

But instead of sitting, Cindy whirled on her heel and grabbed Yoanni’s arm. “We go cook. I show you. See?”

“Can I, Daddy?” Yoanni asked. “Can I, can I?”

“I’m afraid Cindy is a bit of a whirlwind,” Jonathan said, his expression apologetic. “Do you care if they check out the play kitchen? We can watch them from this spot.”

Barron smiled. “It’s fine. Let them play. That’s why we brought them here, right?” He turned to Yoanni. “Go ahead, Nugget. Have fun.”

The girls scampered away. Laughing softly, Barron stood to stretch his back. Damn. He was getting old. Bending over smallfurniture was an awkward position. To Jonathan, he gestured that he was moving closer to the play kitchen, and the guy nodded with a bland expression. Obviously, this wasn’t Jonathan’s first visit to Nightshade’s age-play room.

“It’s so good to see you, sir.”

The voice behind him froze Barron in place.

Iris?

Slowly, he faced her. “What are you doing here? You’re not Little,” he growled.

She wore a different mask, but her lipstick was the same attention-getting crimson shade. Iris dropped her face. He didn’t buy into the fake subservience one bit. He’d seen it before, with terrible results.

“I saw Sir come in. May I join you and your partner? I could demonstrate a few things for her.”

The idea of this woman touching his sweet Yoanni sent him over the edge. “You put one lousy finger on my Little, and there’ll be hell to pay. Go away.”

“But Sir. Please give me another chance. I can please you both. You can watch an adult woman sucking your baby’s pussy. It’s so erotic.”

“Stop this. I don’t want to hear another filthy word out of you. I told you, go away.”

“Please?” She grasped his arm.

Fuck, this was a repeat of the other night. This woman didn’t accept the word “no.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yoanni. Completely out of Little space, she frowned at him and the insistent woman. He couldn’t allow this.

Shaking off her hand, he strode to Gary. “This woman came to disrupt our play. She’s harassing us.”

“Out,” Gary demanded, standing up. “Go find a caregiver. Don’t come back until you do.” He signaled to the hallway. Lowering her head, Iris stopped resistingand shuffled out.

“Wait!” Yoanni shouted. “Don’t go.” She rushed his way, leaving a bewildered Cindy in the play kitchen.

“Princess?” Holding her wrist, he stopped her.

“Hurry. She’s getting away,” Yoanni insisted.

“Who?”

“But you spoke to her, Daddy. Didn’t you recognize her? The woman in the mask is Betty.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“But you talked to her, Daddy. Didn’t you recognize her? The woman in the mask is Betty.”Barron clasped Yoanni’s arms. Staring into her eyes, he fought shock and disbelief. Her words, rolling in his mind, mocked him.

Iris is Betty?No fucking way.

“Say that again?”

“The woman you were talking to. She’s Betty.”

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