Derek had asked Guilia once if she’d be willing to share the space, but the look she’d given him had made her answer quite clear. She’d taken submissives in for a night or two if everywhere else was full up, but sharing her space wasn’t something that Guilia liked to do.
The fact that she was so comfortable doing so with Tay showed how much she liked the Little.
“I treat it like an office,” she explained, opening the door to the room, and for once she got to see her office through someone else’s eyes.
Guilia was a fairly experimental chef. She didn’t go wild, but she liked to try out different flavor pairings, and trial new platings. And this is where she did that.
Against one wall was a large whiteboard that was covered in notes and pictures of different ice-cream flavorings. It stretched the entire length of the wall and Tay’s eyes widened when they saw it. There was her desk, piled high with notes and sketches, and then a couch in the corner that turned into a bed if she ever had someone stay.
Tay wandered into the room and started looking at the ice-cream wall.
Guilia had been considering trying out some savory flavors, but most of the subs and Littles at Rawhide Ranch all wanted sweet treats and desserts. There wasn’t much space for a parmesan ice cream or a rosemary ice cream. There were tons on Guilia’s wall of ideas, and she felt a little self-conscious as Tay looked over them.
“This is a great idea,” they said eventually. “Why aren’t you selling savory ice cream in the restaurant?”
“Because everyone wants sweet flavors,” she argued, and dismissed the wall with a wave of her hand. “They’re only ideas. Not to be taken seriously.”
Tay looked like they were taking them seriously, and Guilia really didn’t know what to do with that. This was her creative space, where she played around with new ideas, but most of them never made it out of her suite, and never any of the savory flavors.
“Huh,” said Tay, and they were up to something, Guilia could tell, but she wasn’t sure if saying anything would make a difference.
CHAPTER 15
Tay
Guilia had offered to come with Tay to the petting zoo, to watch them as they milked Elsa, but Tay had very politely and very firmly refused. The whole experience was going to be stressful enough as it was without having to cope with their Daddy seeing Tay melt down over a little bit of mud.
Tay was pretty good at coping with most things, but mud was not one of them. The sound it made as it squelched beneath their boots made them shudder—and not in a good way. It was all very icky and yucky indeed.
But they didn’t want Guilia seeing them melt down like that. It was bad enough that she’d seen them get into a state the day before, but meltdowns weren’t conducive to sexy sitting-on-Tay’s-face times. And so they left Guilia in her planning room, cooking up more interesting ideas and flavors.
The petting zoo was in theory really lovely, with an array of rescued farmyard animals, all in need of a home and some love. They got a lot of love from the Littles on the Ranch, but this was one of the places that Tay had pretty much avoided since arriving. They were fine with a picnic on the lawns, or evenswimming in the lakes, but mud and animals who seemed to get behind you everywhere you turned? Not their idea of fun.
However, she’d promised Guilia that she’d come up with a good punishment, and hand milking a cow would certainly stop Tay from endangering Guilia’s ice cream ever again.
They trudged through the straw and mud to the barn and peeked round the door nervously.
“Tay?! What are you doing here?!” The curvy petite blonde who came bouncing over was smiling and had an African Grey parrot sitting on her shoulder. “I’m not sure I’ve ever really seen you out of the Italian restaurant.”
“Hey, Reese, I have to milk a cow.” Tay had intended on sounding informative, but instead they sounded as sulky as they felt. The whole idea of hand milking Elsa or Anna made them want to cringe.
Reese recognized this in an instant. “Oh Tay, come on in. I can do it for you if you like?”
“No,” they admitted sorrowfully. “It has to be me. It’s part of my punishment.”
“Punishment?”
“I stole all of Chef Guilia’s ice cream and fed it to the Littles’ Wing for breakfast.”
Reese’s eyes danced. “That’s a prank and a half! I bet the Littles loved it.”
“They did, but Daddy—I mean Chef Guilia—wasn’t very impressed. I made her sad and so I’m going to make her some homemade ice cream to make up for it. And as part of my punishment, I gotta milk the cows myself.”
Tay could feel themself getting Littler and Littler as they spoke.
“That’s okay; I can show you what to do first, and then you can do it yourself. How does that sound?”
“I’m the boss!”
