4. Dayton
Dayton
I looked at naked women all the time and never once had a physical reaction to them.
Even the ones who were blatantly coming on to me never got me hard.
But this one, this sweet little girl laid out on the table in front of me, had me worried I was leaking pre-come on the front of my pants like a teenager.
Filled with equal parts guilt and lust, I dressed her burns and showed her how to keep them clean and dry. Then I wrote out instructions for her discharge, along with a three-week supply of ointment and gauze, so she didn’t have to worry about shopping for any of that on her own.
Not because it was expensive but because I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed on hand.
When I was done, I found myself stalling, not wanting to leave her alone, but also not able to come up with a reasonable excuse to linger.
“All right, Cassie. You’re all set. The nurse will be in with your discharge information and supplies in a few minutes, and I better not see you in here again with candle injuries.
” I furrowed my brow but then winked so she knew I wasn’t actually angry with her.
She sucked in a deep breath and then sighed. “I’m gonna be more careful. Every artist has to deal with some kind of pain, but I’ll try not to make mine physical. I’ve got plenty of emotional pain to cover me in that department.”
“Why is that?” Before I could think better of it, I placed my hand over hers and rubbed her knuckles with my thumb. “Is everything okay at home?”
She nodded without looking up at me. “I’m fine. Me and my stuffies are just fine. Thank you for taking care of me, Dr. Janssen.” She finally looked up at me and grinned. “It was really nice.”
Well, fuck, if she needed to come to the ER for a little bit of attention, she definitely had some emotional shit to work out.
Instinctively, I pulled her hand up to my lips and kissed the inside of her wrist, not where the burn was but just beside it.
“Please take care of yourself, Cassie.” I met her gaze and held it. “I mean it.”
“Yes, sir.” She looked up at me and nodded quickly. “And I mean it too.”
It was a good thing some frat bro came in with a busted-up finger to distract me, or I might have left the hospital to drive Cassie home.
I hated walking out of that room, knowing she was going to be left to her own devices, but I couldn’t offer any more than I did.
It would be unethical for me to pull her into my arms and inhale that deliciously cinnamon sugar scent that wafted off her.
But it would have been even more unethical for me to ask her to call me Daddy and promise I’d take care of her. It was bad enough that I kissed her fucking wrist. What the hell was I thinking?
If she filed a complaint, I could lose my license. I mean, I probably wouldn’t over something like that, but there would be fines involved and more humiliation than I’d feel comfortable with.
I needed to keep my shit together, no matter how sweet and cute that girl was. Well, that woman. Cassie was all woman. And that little strip of hair that pointed right to her glistening pussy was more than enough proof that she was all grown up in every way.
But, to be sure, I checked her file and confirmed she was twenty-five. Thirteen years younger than me.
Way too fucking young for me.
I had the next two days off, and while I usually volunteered to cover any shift available, I actually took those days off. Suddenly, I had an urge to visit Primal and poke around in the daycare room.
Sunday night was slow, but there were a few Little girls and boys in the daycare room. They were all with caretakers, and none of them were my Cassie.
My Cassie? What the fuck was I thinking. She was definitely not mine. Not yet, at least.
On my way out, I stopped in the store and went straight to the ruffled panties. It was easy to spot the pair I had to cut off Cassie, so I grabbed a replacement pair in her size and then decided to get a few extras in different colors.
The girl had been through some trauma and deserved a little surprise.
But delivering them to her was a bit tricky.
In order to do what needed to be done, I had to violate a handful of medical privacy laws.
The healthcare system didn’t take kindly to doctors using patient records to stalk a patient and deliver panties.
That was just about as bad of a crime as I could commit.
Definitely deep in the predator range of ick.
When I showed up for my shift on Tuesday, Abby had a mischievous smile on her face that I’d recognize anywhere. “Well, hello there, Dr. Dayton.”
I furrowed my eyebrows. She usually called me Dayton.
“Hello, Abby. What’s this look for?” Abby wasn’t exactly a Little, but she was submissive, and if I really wanted to get information from her, all I had to do was drop my voice a few octaves and demand it.
But I tried not to take advantage of her in that way, so I kept things casual. “Everything okay?”
She nodded, and her face split into a grin. “Yep. Everything's great for me. As a matter of fact, something was delivered for you yesterday.”
“For me?” I rarely had things delivered to the hospital because they were more likely to be lost in the mail room than handed to me when I needed them.
“Mmm hmm. Just a little thank you gift from a certain patient with a few little owies.”
The way she emphasized little reinforced my own assumptions about Cassie and made my dick twitch. “She brought me a gift?”
“Yep.” Abby lifted a large box from behind the counter and placed it in front of me. “I almost called you yesterday so you could come in and get it because it’s been driving me crazy, but… I knew better.”
Did she, though? She must have wanted to see my reaction in person when she told me about it more than she wanted to see the gift itself. “Well, now I’m quite curious myself.”
I released the polka-dotted ribbon and pulled the lid off the large box.
When I peeked inside, the aroma was intoxicating.
All sugary and cinnamony, and I immediately thought of Cassie.
That’s exactly what she smelled like, and I would never be able to smell it again without thinking of her.
Reaching inside, I carefully pulled out a glass bowl that looked like it was full of milk and cereal with four wicks poking out the top, making it clear it was a candle.
“She was telling me about this candle she’d been working on when she got here.” I tilted it toward Abby so she could take a whiff. “What do you think?”
“Oh, it smells so good!” She went back in for another hit off the candle. “I soooo need one.”
I was tempted to give it to her because I wasn’t really the type of guy to light candles at home, but it would be rude to give away a gift, especially one Cassie literally shed tears for while creating it.
In the bottom of the box was her business card with a phone number and website.
“Take a picture of her card. It sounds like she has an online store you can order from.”
Abby pulled out her phone and took a picture, then peeked in the box again. “Ooh, there’s more, and it’s so cute.”
I pulled out the teddy bear tucked inside. It was wearing scrubs and had a stethoscope around its neck. Beneath the bear was a note. I wished Abby wasn’t around to see my reaction when I read it, but it was too late for that. I schooled my features and read the note.
Dear Dr. Dayton Sir,
Thank you for taking such good care of me, and my ouchies. You made me feel safe, and I haven’t felt that way in a long time. You were very nice, so I made this for you because you’re a doctor on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside.
Sincerely,
the Little girl with a crush
“Oh my god, Dayton. She’s into you. And she’s Little… Did you know that about her?”
I nodded and looked at the note again. “Yeah, the panties she was wearing were in the store at Primal.”
Abby just cocked her head, practically giddy by this news. “And you know this how?”
Fuck, I walked right into that one. “It’s possible I bought a pair to replace the ones I had to cut off her.”
“Ahh, you’re into her too!” She squealed and bounced on her toes as she looked up at me. “So what’s your move? You gonna ask her out?”
“I don’t know. I shouldn’t.” But I did know. And I definitely would. I just couldn’t get that girl out of my head. And now that I knew she had a crush, there was no way I could ignore the pull I felt toward her. “I gotta get to work, but I’ll talk to you later.”
Abby pulled the box off the counter and stashed it underneath her desk until the end of my shift. She was good to me that way, but her kindness had a price. “Don’t wait too long to go for it, Dayton. She’s a cute girl and obviously sweet and thoughtful. She won’t wait around forever.”