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“So, what are you going to do about the new hire?”

Gene growled. “Why are you asking about her?”

He didn’t like Ezekiel asking about Sammi. He wanted her all to himself. There was just something about her that called out to him. Gene knew what it was; it was his Daddy side, begging to be let free and to take care of her. There was definitely something going on, and Gene wanted to get down to the bottom of it. But he needed to be delicate about it. He was her boss, and he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable.

“Just asking. You seemed really concerned about her earlier. If you want, I can watch over her so you don’t have to,” Ezekiel offered.

“Over my dead body, will you watch her,” his voice was full of anger.

“Sorry boss, I’m not going to steal her from you. It would purely be platonic.”

Gene sighed. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t today, but tomorrow who knows. I’ve never seen a girl get you so riled up. So, what are you going to do? I know you have a plan.”

“If she looks as bad or worse the next time I see her, or if somebody contacts me about her again, then I’m going to step in. Step in and take care of her,” Gene declared.

He had already threatened to spank her and send her to do corner time. She didn’t react badly when he’d said that. Even though she said he couldn’t, the look on her face was one of curiosity. His girl was curious about either the spanking or corner time or both.

Gene froze.

His girl.

His. Girl.

He knew he shouldn’t like the sound of that, but he did. The beast inside him went absolutely feral at the thought of her being his girl.

Ezekiel patted Gene on the shoulder as they started to drive up the long entrance into the farm. “Good luck. Have a feeling you’re going to need it.”

CHAPTER THREE

SAMMI

Aweek had passed since the incident with Gene. Sammi had been avoiding everyone on the farm, but especially Gene and Nolan. She had heard from another worker that Nolan was looking for her, but she wasn’t going to fall for that. She didn’t want to work with anybody right now.

Not because she wasn’t a team player but because they all reported to Gene. Everyone had a walkie-talkie to easily call Gene if they needed him. She wasn’t going to risk it. Not when Gene threatened to put her over his lap or in corner time.

Sammi had replayed that conversation over and over and over in her mind, trying to remember if he’d actually said it. Part of her was psyching herself out and saying he hadn’t said it, that it was all in her mind, but the other part of her knew he’d said it.

Was he a Dom or a Daddy Dom? Did he know she was a little?

He couldn’t possibly know because she kept her Little on tight lockdown while at work. It was a male dominated workplace and she didn’t want to give them any reason to not trust her or her ability to get her work done.

Sammi wished Daddy Doms would wear a tag to show that they were one, but she knew if they did that, then Littles would have to wear one, and she didn’t want that. Gene wouldn’t have hired her if he knew she was Little. It wasn’t like she would fall into Little headspace at random moments but he didn’t know that. He might think that anything would trigger her. Seeing the apples and blackberries, wanting to pick them and eat them.

That had probably been the hardest part. Her Little loved to pick things, so she couldn’t let her out. Not if she wanted to keep her job, but it was getting harder. She knew it wouldn’t last for much longer.

Sammi was still feeling everything she had felt before. Nothing was getting better, and it was making her really worried. Was she dying? She wouldn’t know for another week when her insurance kicked in. Would she be alive by then?

She was just going to have to wait and see because there was no way she was going to go before and pay a huge out-of-pocket fee. It wasn’t ideal, but it was what she had to do.

Sighing, Sammi took a deep breath and placed another couple of apples in a container. She was on packaging duty today, something she was incredibly thankful for. It had her out of the sun and away from prying eyes.

The whole walk to the farm had been absolutely exhausting. Her legs felt like Jello, and by the time she had gotten to the farm, she needed to pee so badly. Sammi had purposefully left her water bottle at home. Was it a foolish idea? Absolutely, but she didn’t need to pee more than she already was.

It was a little concerning how much she was going to the bathroom and how little she was drinking.

One more week.

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