"I don't want you to worry about me," Brylee said. "I'm fine where I'm at. The manager has bouncers walking around the room all night to watch over us, so I'm safe."
"Just be careful."
"I always am." Brylee giggled. "Tell me more about Darian."
"He's really handsome and sweet, and he takes really good care of me."
"It's like that movie we saw. The one where there's a knight in shining armor that rescues the maiden and takes her off to his castle."
Larkin giggled. "It does, in a way. Doesn't it? He's certainly my prince."
"Larkin," Darian called from the doorway. "The guys will be here in about an hour. You might want to go get ready."
Larkin grinned and waved at Darian. "Okay, daddy. I'll say goodbye."
Darian nodded. "Tell Brylee I'm excited to meet her next weekend."
"I will." Larkin watched him turn and walk away. "I've got to go, but Darian said he wants to meet you."
"I want to meet him also. Have fun tonight."
Larkin made a face. "I'm really nervous. I've never met any of his friends before."
"They are going to love you," Brylee assured her.
"I hope so."
"I know so. Call me tomorrow to tell me how it went."
"I will. Night."
"Night," Brylee said and hung up.
Larkin was nervous. Darian was introducing her to a few of his friends, Noah, Kaleb, and Patrick. She and Darian had only been together a month, although it felt like a lot longer, but this was the first opportunity they'd had to visit Darian at his house.
She finished curling the ends of her hair. Then she stood back and looked at herself and smiled. She not only looked cute, she felt beautiful. The light-blue dress Darian had gotten her fit her perfectly. It stopped several inches above her knees and flared out. The top of the dress was fitted and showed off her breasts and tiny waist.
She was a little self-conscious about the way it displayed her boobies, but it was the dress her daddy told her to wear. The fact she was able to wear a pair of panties helped. Most of the time, she had to go without. She pulled on a pair of white sandals.
After she tightened the bow that held her hair back from her face, she put on some lip gloss and tore out of the bedroom. She slowed down at the top of the stairs, knowing if daddy caught her running, he'd spank her ass.
She vaguely heard the voices in the formal living room as she descended. The closer she got, the shakier she got. She stood outside the doorway, wringing her hands and trying to get the courage to move into the room.
"Larkin," Darian called out.
She immediately answered when she heard her daddy's voice. "What?"
The voices became quiet. She took a small step back, trying to hide farther into the shadows even though they couldn't see her at all yet.
"Come here, sweetheart."
"I can't," she told him in a strangled tone.
"Why?"
"Daddy, can you come here, please?"
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