I meeeean.
Basically.
spoiled
“Sweetheart, didn’t I give you your allowance this week already?”
“Uh huh.”
“And? Where’d it go?”
“I spent it all. I just want a little bit more to go shopping, Sir.”
“I spoil you rotten. You know that, Sweetheart?”
“Uh huh.”
Sweetheart’s a princess. Trust.
Easing out the Kinks, Part One
Penthouse picked me up a little before lunch today. I was a bit nervous about the whole day after some issues of communication and feelings, but I was happy to see him nonetheless for the first time since my visit to Penthouse Land. Craftsmate was going to be joining us after lunch, so we had a little time to ourselves.
As we were walking to his place, we picked up with a little playful banter and I jokingly gave him a little shove.
“Do it again,” he asserted, grinning threateningly down at me in that way that makes me blush and shiver whenever he does it. He’s got over a foot on me and a set of broad shoulders that gives his presence a sense of menace and authority.
I pouted and followed him as he chuckled, “you’re a spoiled brat.”