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“Amazing.” I finished his sentence, but we both silently agreed the word didn’t do the place justice. “I’m Rayna.”

I held my hand out.

The little boy looked up at his Daddy.

His Daddy nodded.

He took my hand. “I’m Wes.”

Kyler pulled me along. “Bye Wes.” I waved behind me. He smiled and waved back.

The rest of the Big’s and little’s were in their own world. I spotted two tables in an alcove where the little had two daddies and I heard one little calling out for her uncle at the next table to tell her Daddy to stop being mean.

Her Daddy and her uncle gave her a death stare and had her slumping in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. I had a feeling she would regret being a brat tonight of all nights. There was so much to do and see.

“Come along, Rayna.” Kyler whispered in my ear. We sat at a table at the other end of the room. Kyler held out my chair. I looked at it and him and then at all the eyes staring at me.

I sat down and stared at my plate.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Kyler whispered.

“They are all staring at me.” I wanted to crawl under the table.

“Oh, Rayn Drop.” Kyler exhaled. “I should have warned you. They are staring at us, but only because you are the first little I’ve ever brought to a club event.”

I gasped.

“Rayna.” A young lady approached, holding Josh’s hand and bouncing on her heels. I wondered if she needed to go to the bathroom. And, how she knew my name. “Rayna. You look adorable. I love the dress and your hair.”

I blinked.

“Oh, my goodness.” She waved her hands. “High protocol training is torture.” Then it dawned on me. She hadn’t been there when I returned from the bathroom.

“Perhaps she’d recognize you if you were on your knees.” Kyler chuckled.

“Protocol girl.” I squeal. I stood up and hugged her.

She wore a purple tank top and a black tutu, fishnets, and combat boots. Her hair was done up in two pigtails on the side of her head and her hair ties had little bells on them that chimed when she moved, which was a lot.

She looked so different from how she had looked a few hours ago.

“You do remember.” She hugged me back. “Now I can say all the things Chandler wouldn’t let me say while I was training.”

“What did you want to say?”

“There aren’t many littles who are at the club full time.” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her heart. “Now we can be best friends.”

CHAPTER25

My heart burst with excitement and then five seconds later, it sunk. It must be a record or something. I hugged her again so she wouldn’t read the sadness in my face.

She squealed and hugged me back.

Josh took her arm. She let go and waved. “We’ll have a play date soon, okay?”

I nodded, but didn’t say anything. I was too busy keeping the tears in my eyes from falling.

I settled back against the back of the chair and surveyed the place. A rolling cart of desserts rolled up to us by a waiter in a black bodysuit with scribbles of BDSM words dancing in the black light. Another server arranged a tea set on the table in front of us.

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