Free Accepting His Ways (Quinlan O'Connor Book 2) by Alyssa Bailey Page B

will be. We are going to be careful with you. Yellow is your slow down word.” He reached his hand out to her. “Come sit in my lap while we wait.” She nervously smiled at the invitation.
    “Yes, sir.” His lap was a haven of comfort and familiarity that she sank into slowly.
    Master Carter came in shortly after that, attired in a long white coat with his name embroidered on the breast pocket, equipped with a stethoscope draped around his neck. Quinn stood up, placing Cheyenne’s feet on the floor in front of him. She backed up into him hard in an attempt to escape what Doctor Taylor symbolized—medicine—and find her protector.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Sterling. Who do you have with you?” he said, indicating Quinn.
    Cheyenne shrugged her shoulders petulantly. She didn’t like this already as her fluttering tummy could attest.
    “Is this your daddy?” Carter sent an inquiring look first to Cheyenne and then to Quinn.
    She groaned, “At least.”
    She felt a solid slap to her right thigh. “Ow.”
    Quinn gave Cheyenne a hard look before turning back to Carter. “Doctor Taylor, please don’t allow my piscín to speak to you in that manner.” He looked back at his fiancée still resplendent in a militant glare. “Do not be a cailín beag dána , understand me?”
    She slammed her bottom into the vacated chair and tried to hide her wince unsuccessfully. “I’m not a naughty little girl.” The pout came out accompanying crossed arms.
    As horrified as she felt in a scene that made her Quinn’s naughty little one, there was a strange comfort in it. She didn’t hate it as much as she expected. That angered her even more because intellectually and professionally she was a woman who worked hard for the respect she enjoyed.
    She shouldn’t find comfort in a scene that made her a child. Yet she did. That frightened her. She wanted to throw up, cry, run for the door, but instead, she spoke barely above a whisper, “Yellow, sir.”
    She sat in pseudo calm waiting for Quinn’s response, ignoring Master Carter all together. Quinn was immediately responsive, picking her up off the seat and taking her spot, settling her in his lap. She inhaled his scent and closed her eyes, attempting to send her mind out of the room. She snuggled into his warmth and tried to wiggle even further into his protection.
    “Talk to me,” he said as he kissed her cheek and looped a strand of hair behind her ear.
    “I can’t be a little even in play, Sir. It’s not right.”
    “Ah.” Quinn kissed the top of her head propping his chin there and caressed her arm as they talked. “Well, what if I said there was only the suggestion of little play. To me, it looks like you’re the one who went there. Remember what Dr. Taylor said about following your lead? That sometimes people find it helps. I believe you want this but are afraid to do it. What do you think?”
    She shrugged her shoulders. “But I’m too helpless as a little girl. I don’t really think I’m cut out for this. Is that what you want me to be? I really don’t think I can,” she said in a small defeated voice.
    He brought her up to see her face. “You do what you want, honey. We’ll adjust but if you could, just try for this scene only. If you don’t feel this helps or if it’s too overwhelming for you, then play the yellow card again. I’m so proud that you trusted me enough to play it now. I love you. Scene with me this time, okay?”
    She knew she would do anything she could to make Quinn happy. He always had her best interests at heart, and if wanted her to try, he must see some value in it even if she was skeptical.
    She nodded her head slowly, still unsure. “All right for this one time, I can do it.”
    “That’s my girl,” he said as he leaned down to take possession of her mouth in a quick warm kiss.
    Cheyenne took a shaky breath as the interlude ended and the scene immediately resumed. She tried to release into the role as she sought to hide her