Her confidence had taken a serious hit when she’d discovered that Alan, the man she’d trusted, that she’d been falling for, that she’d thought might be a permanent Daddy to her Little, didn’t find her sexually attractive.
Yeah. That had sucked.
And the reason he hadn’t said anything straight away? Because his friend had started the dating site and he didn’t want her to bad mouth it. He must have finally decided that she wasn’t the type of person to do that. Or maybe it was just that he couldn’t stand touching her any longer.
She’d been devastated. She guessed that had left her open and vulnerable to Greg.
A knock on the door startled her and she froze. Who the hell would be knocking on her door? There was no reason for anyone to visit. And she definitely was not answering. Whoever it was could go away because this fort was indestructible. It might even make her invisible.
Oh God, let her be invisible.
It was the only way out of this mess. For her to gain the power of invisibility.
“I want to be invisible. I want to be invisible. I want to be invisible.”
“Hate to break it to you, little rebel, but a fort doesn’t have the power to make you invisible. Especially not this fort. This is just a blanket over a table. It doesn’t have a door or lights, did you even put down flooring?”
Fudge. What was he doing here? He wasn’t here, was he? It was her imagination.
It didn’t matter because she was invisible.
“Why is he criticizing my fort, though? That’s just rude.”
“Because the fort is crap. And you’re definitely not invisible.”
Temper overrode her embarrassment and she moved onto her hands and knees, sticking her head out of a gap to glare up at him.
“It is not crap!”
He just stared at her. Then held out his hand. “Come here.”
“No!” She shot back into the fort, bringing her legs up to her chest and clasping hold of them. “I’m not coming out. Ever!”
“Ever is a long time to live in that crappy fort. You even got snacks?”
“Of course, I’ve got snacks!” Who climbed into a fort without snacks? Did he think she was an amateur?
“What sort of snacks?” he asked weirdly.
“Uh, why?”
“Seen your fridge and pantry, babe. You don’t know how to do snacks for shit. Let me guess, raisins and carrot sticks?”
Close. Cheese, crackers and an apple.
“Everyone knows junk food is the only acceptable snack in a fort, babe. Even a crappy one.”
Suddenly, one blanket was partially lifted, allowing light to flood through and she saw him crouching down.
“Why are you here? How did you even get in? The house was locked.”
“Your locks are like this fort.”
What did that mean. . .oh, so now he was insulting her locks as well?
“Did you just come in here to insult me?” she snapped at him. A low-grade headache was starting to thump in her temples.
“Came to take you for breakfast.”