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Knox looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. “Are you sure? I’m certain I just saw you clucking, pecking and flapping on the dance floor.”

“Ha freaking ha! You know exactly what I mean, and it has nothing to do with a dance! You called me a chicken and then you disappeared like a… like a… like a chicken! Well, you know what? I’m no chicken and I resent you calling me one. And to prove to you that you are wrong, I accept your dare!”

Knox raised his eyebrows. “You accept my dare, huh? Well, that’s admirable I guess, aside from the fact that I didn’t issue any dare.”

“You did though. You brought up that you were supposed to spank me tonight and then called me a chicken.”

“That’s not a dare. And I was teasing.”

“It’s basically a dare. You basically dared me to let you spank me. And to show you that I’m no chicken, I accept your dare.”

“I didn’t dare you.”

Margo frowned. It had felt like a dare, but she guessed he was right. He hadn’t really dared her. But now she was fired up. “Well, then… then I dare you!”

“You dare me to what?”

Margo’s heart skipped a beat, like it was telling her to pause before she said something she’d regret. She didn’t listen.

“I dare you to spank me!”

Knox blinked. “That’s not really how that works, little one.”

“It is if I say it is!”

“That’s not how that works, either.” Knox took a step closer and grabbed her hand. “You’re the one who said you weren’t ready, little one.”

Margo yanked her hand away like she’d set it on top of a hot burner. She didn’t like his tenderness, not when she was spoiling for a fight. “You’re a chicken, Knox Remington.”

Was she trying to goad him into spanking her? Maybe. Probably. It was her MO.

“I’m not a chicken, but you are a Little girl who can’t make her mind up about what she wants. One minute you’re mad because Baze singled you out and said the consent expectation didn’t apply to you, and the next you’re chasing me down and begging me to spank you. It doesn’t make sense. You said you weren’t ready, remember that? It was only a few hours ago.”

“I said I wasn’t ready for a Daddy,” Margo explained, exasperated. “I’m always ready for a spanking.”

Knox grinned. “At least you’re honest. If you want a spanking from me, you’ll have to do something else to earn one. Because that particular spanking is tied to me becoming your Daddy and that isn’t changing.”

Margo scowled. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Knox just winked at her. “The good news is we’re together for the next ten days, so you’ll have plenty of opportunities.”

Before she could come up with any sort of comeback, Mariah rushed toward them with Tessa and Ellie right behind her, Jade and Jilly straggling a few feet back, and Baze and Luna bringing up the rear.

“That was a fabulous day,” Baze said when he reached them. His smile beamed from ear to ear. “And now it’s time to go upstairs and get ready for bed. Luna and I have an early flight tomorrow.”

Chapter Three

December 26th

Knox

Knox woke up at 4 a.m. on the couch in the common area of the penthouse just as Baze and Luna were leaving to catch their flight.

When the door closed behind them, the weight of what he’d agreed to, becoming a pseudo, stand-in house Daddy for six Littles, for ten days, sunk in and he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping anymore today.

Sitting, he swung his legs over the side of the couch and reached for the binder Baze had left him. It contained fifteen pages of rules, schedules, allergies, histories, and likes and dislikes for the Littles left in his care.

He looked at the rules first. They were pretty basic. Bedtime, chores, permissions, safety, no cussing, all the rules he’d expect Little girls to have to follow.