Chapter 1
Chapter One
After setting up her own booth Thursday morning, Lottie and her younger sister, Tilly, helped their youngest sister, Carri, redo her crocheted critter display so it wasn’t so overwhelming.
She then confirmed both Carri and Tilly had everything they needed to make change, accept charge cards, record sales, and take orders for things they could make in the weeks to come.
Once she knew they were both ready, Lottie left to walk around the rest of the convention space.
Though they’d all been born within a ten-minute period twenty-five years before, as the oldest triplet, Lottie felt protective and responsible for her sisters.
Walking the ballroom, she worked to shift her mindset from motherly older sister to saleswoman and candymaker. As she wandered the room, she greeted other vendors, and made mental notes of the various booths she wanted to visit before the convention ended on Sunday.
Intrigued, Lottie stepped up to the table and waited for the three men huddled together in the space behind their table to finish an intense conversation that involved several rounds of Rock, Paper, Scissors.
When they finally arrived at a winner, they broke apart.
Turning her way, they appeared surprised to find someone standing in front of their table.
While all three were the definition of tall, dark and droolworthy, it was the sky-blue eyes and black hair with a touch of gray at the temples of the tallest one who snagged her attention.
He smiled warmly as he stepped closer. That smile had her slipping her hand into the front pocket of her jeans to wrap her fingers around Wilbur, the tiny worrisaurus Carri had given her a couple months before when things had grown really stressful at work.
Wilbur was a two-toned dinosaur with a peach head and body and maroon spines who was supposed to eat her worries, thus his genus as a worrisaurus.
He was tiny enough to fit into her pocket perfectly, unlike Molly Moo, the cow stuffie Carri had given her the previous Christmas. Molly slept with her each night and was the holder of her secrets and dreams while Wilbur got her worries and stresses.
Glancing at the three men once more, Lottie thought two of them looked familiar, but she could not attach a name to their faces.
Giving up before she asked who they were and why she knew them, her gaze returned to the black-haired one.
He stood in front of his friends and his being pulled at more than just her gaze.
Her entire body wanted to round the table and throw herself into his arms, claiming him for her Daddy.
But that couldn’t happen. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Taking a breath, she waved at the front of their table. “What does it stand for? D-four-R. What does it mean?”
The blond standing to the right raised his fist and lowered it in a happy win motion. “I told you being mysterious would draw people in. You both owe me fifty bucks.”
“Yeah, right. Now shut up and go get my lunch,” the black-haired man said with a grin. “And a large iced tea.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
The blond and the brown-haired men moved around the table and walked away, leaving her with the man who she couldn’t stop staring at.
He continued staring at her too, with a warm, open expression that had his eyes glowing with a blue fire.
“D-four-R stands for Daddies for Rent. We offer single Littles the opportunity to rent a Daddy for a day or a weekend or longer. We offer them the experience of having a Daddy and what that would be like. If it works out, we’re hoping to expand into a matchmaking service between Littles and caregivers. ”
Lottie nodded in understanding. D4R sounded like something she would love to try. To rent a caregiver to help her let out her Little and more fully embrace that side of herself would be amazing.
“So you’re pimping out Daddies,” she said with a giggle.
The man’s eyes went wide for a few seconds before he chuckled. “I suppose you could say that, but sex is not part of the packages we offer. In fact, we may need to rewrite the contract so it explicitly says sex is off the table. The last thing we need is for the cops to come after us.”
Lottie nodded. “Or make it an option on the contract that the Daddies and Littles can negotiate and agree upon without you being involved in it.”
The man looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Good idea. I’m Travis Williams.” He extended his right hand over the table.
“Lottie Smith, owner and head candymaker at Lottie’s Lollies,” she said waving her left hand toward her table while she slipped her right hand into his.
“Oh!”
She sucked in a breath when static electricity shot between their palms. The sizzle continued up her arm and spread throughout her body, heating everything inside her. She’d never had such an experience before with a man before, especially one that had her nipples beading and pussy dampening.
Looking up at Travis with wide eyes, she could tell that he seemed just as affected.
Long after they shook hands, he continued holding hers and she did not feel inclined to break the connection.
What she really wanted to do was curl up on Travis Williams’ lap and have him cuddle her for the next hour or two.
The announcement that the vendors’ room would be opening to the public in ten minutes jolted Lottie into pulling her hand away and taking a step back from the table. “Um, I’m sure I’ll be back for more information.”
“Here, take a pamphlet.” Travis picked up a folded piece of paper from the table. Before presenting it to her, he grabbed a pen and wrote across the top. “That’s my cell number. Call me if you have any questions.”
Lottie took the pamphlet, and after folding it up, slid it into the back pocket of her jeans. “Thanks.”
“Hope to talk to you soon, Miss Lottie,” Travis said with a grin as she took another step back, almost tripping as her feet got tangled together.
Travis sat down to try and hide the erection just shaking hands with the lovely Lottie Smith had given him.
The electricity that flowed between them from a simple handshake made him wonder if maybe she was the Little girl he’d spent most of his adult life looking for.
Hard to believe that at forty-three he’d popped a hard-on like a schoolboy.
Having just retired from the Navy, Travis had begun looking for new challenges to fill his life. Starting Daddies 4 Rent with his best friends seemed a perfect way to serve the Little community, meet people, and maybe find a Little girl of his own.
Before he could ignore his responsibilities and follow Lottie across the aisle to learn more about her, Sam returned with a bag of food in one hand and a tray of drinks in the other.
“Thanks,” Travis said, taking the food and drink Sam held out to him.
“She’s cute,” Sam said as he settled in the other chair and began to unpack the bag of food.
“Yes, she is. And I think she might be mine,” Travis said as he unwrapped his burger.
Sam looked at him with a smirk before he attacked his own lunch with the same gusto he’d had for every meal since they’d met in basic training. “Hands off, got it. I’ll pass the word.”
Travis did not respond as he watched the woman consult with the other two redheads in the two booths to the left of hers. Except for their hairstyles and clothing, the three women looked identical.
He wondered if Lottie Smith was single, Little, and looking for a Daddy of her own.