"Yes daddy?" I breathlessly ask, feeling my heart hammer in my chest.

Jonathan's eyes go wide, totally taken aback by my comment. Becca and Anne laugh and she hands me a crisp twenty dollar bill.

"That was worth every cent," Becca giggles.

"Did you have to destroy the suite after setting it up?" Anne chides, looking at the mess.

"It's not destroyed," Becca counters. "I was just showing Izzy the lighter side and getting her to let loose..."

"By jumping on the bed and drawing on each other?" Anne questions, pursing her lips.

"I mean we could have drawn on the walls instead of each other?" Becca shrugs not missing a beat but my eyes go wide.

"You are racking up quite a tally there little girl," Anne warns, narrowing her green gaze at her.

"But we didn't," she sasses further.

"Brat," Anne says with a sigh. "I don't know if you deserve it but the pizza's here-"

"Byyyeeee," Becca calls over her shoulder as she dashes out of the room. Anne grumbles under her breath and shakes her head as she follows her out.

I can't help but laugh at my friend's theatrics, but the laughter dies on my lips as Jonathan closes then locks the door. I swallow hard and lick my lips, frozen in place as he walks over to me.

"Cat got your tongue baby girl?" He asks, his voice husky and gaze locked on mine.

My mind empties and falls right into the gutter with that one simple phrase. Jonathan inches closer, setting my heart racing as he brushes his fingers through my pigtail.

"B-Becca did my hair," I stammer unsure of what to say or do now.

"They're adorable," he murmurs, tugging it slightly. "Did you have fun?" He slips his hands around my waist and pulls me against his taunt torso.

"Yes Sir," I breathe out.

He brushes his thumb across my lower lip making my heart flutter in my throat. "I think you enjoyed catching me off guard like that, didn't you?"

His voice has a dangerous edge to it that makes my core clench in anticipation. Immediately I want to deny it but the truth is... I did.

"Yes," I practically purr, looking up through my dark lashes. Jonathan takes a deep breath, his eyes darkening by the moment.

"I like this side of you," he murmurs, brushing his lips teasingly against mine, before pulling back when I try for a proper kiss. "You're lucky we have people waiting..."

"Rain check?" I whisper with more bravado than I thought I possessed.

"Count on it," he replies, grinning down at me in a way that makes my stomach do summersaults.

I stretch up on my tippitoes and press my lips against his quickly stealing a kiss before pushing off of his chest and leaving him stunned. Before he can process what happened, I have the door unlocked and rush through it, running down the hall as I laugh like a maniac.

"Better run faster then that Little One," he calls after me, spurring me to pump my legs faster. His heavy footfalls sound closer by the second but the thrill cursing through me propels me on.

My laughter morphs into a scream then giggles as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me clear off the ground. I gasp as his palm lands hard on my ass making a resounding crack that echoes around the room. Laughter erupts as everyone watches our game.

Jonathan turns me over and tosses me over his shoulder gripping the back of my thighs firmly with one hand while bringing his other hand back down on my unprotected behind. My core hums and tightens as I squirm against him, struggling to get down.

"Not fast enough," he taunts, bouncing me in a way that I automatically grip his back for fear of falling. He smacks my ass hard twice more and I can't hold back my moan.

"Either give us a full show or let the poor girl eat," Anne chides, pushing his buttons. "I mean either is fine with me, hell you could do the show, THEN eat-"

"That's enough out of you," he grumbles, carrying me a few more steps before setting me down and holding me steady. Jonathan lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes before whispering, "You good?"

"Yes Sir," I reply, barely above a whisper.

"Good girl." He boops my nose and turns me towards the tables where a mountain of pizza waits.

All of this running and jumping has worked up my appetite and my mouth instantly waters at the aromatic spread in front of me. Jonathan passes me a plate and quickly dishes up two slices of the bbq chicken pizza for me and takes a couple slices of meat lovers for himself. He sets his plate down next to mine and returns a moment later with a beer for himself and a glass of barqs rootbeer for me and takes a seat.

"I take it from all of that commotion that the Little's playroom is all set up?" A short blonde lady asks as she joins us at the table. "Sorry, I'm Marilyn." She holds out her hand for me to shake and smiles warmly at me when I do.

"Set up then messed up," Anne complains as she sits down with Jack and Becca.

"I'll clean it up as soon as I'm done eating," I offer, feeling guilty.

"Nonsense, Becca will because SHE corrupted you," Anne counters, grinning at Becca. "This has her bratty self written all over it!"

"Fine," Becca groans, not disputing it one bit.

"What do you want me to work on next then?" I take a bite of pizza and wait for the next step.

"Actually, that's pretty much it for today?" Anne muses, bringing a pensive finger to her lips as she goes over a mental checklist. "Until the rest of the furniture comes in and the last bit of cabinetry, we can't set up the other rooms... I think the rest of the day is just going to be Jason and Taz and their techno wizardry."

"Are you sure?" I ask, checking the time on my cell. "There's still like half a day?"

"We're good, but maybe by the weekend my shipments should be in? But yeah for today that's it." Anne leans back in her chair and takes a bite of her pizza but I feel someone's eyes on me and turn to see Jonathan intently staring.

"You don't say," he replies with excitement dancing in his eyes. "Here that Little One? The afternoon is all ours."

I choke on my pop as his words sink in coupled with his sly grin. All I can do is nod, not trusting my voice.

"What ever should we do with it, hmm?" he whispers, having leaned in close.

"Raincheck?" I breathe out and his grin widens, looking more like a wolf eyeing up his favourite meal.