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I wonder how comfortable that bed would be. I could kick and roll over all night long and never reach the other side.
“The last part of the tour is the Littles’ area,” he said as he opened a door.
Gabby couldn’t help but smile at that. She had loved the Littles’ room at the other club and had hoped The Playground had one as well. When she walked into the large area, she gasped. It was at least three times the size of the one in Reno. There were toy boxes everywhere and bookshelves next to a pile of pillows in one corner, several oversized rocking chairs throughout the room, a play kitchen that was sized for big Littles, a Lego table, an art station, and so much more that she couldn’t even take it all in.
“Pretty impressive, huh?” Zane asked proudly.
She nodded, her wide eyes scanning over the room again.
“We have a large community of Littles, so it’s a very popular area. This door goes into the nursery.”
She followed him through the door to another large room that had two oversized changing tables, four adult-sized cribs, and a twin-sized princess bed as well as a twin-sized race car bed. There were also several rocking chairs in that room, a sink, refrigerator, and microwave.
“This room is used for Littles who need more of a quiet space or if they need to be put down for a nap or have their diaper changed. All the surfaces will need to be cleaned and sanitized each day, and the carpet will need to be vacuumed in both rooms.
“Since there are a lot of Littles who have sticky fingers, the toys need to be wiped down once a week or so. There are a lot of toys so I don’t expect that you’ll be able to clean them all, so just do what you can. Usually, you’ll be able to tell what toys are played with the most since they are at the top of the toy boxes.”
Gabby nodded and tried to stay focused on what the man said, but it wasn’t easy. All she wanted to do was sit down in front of the toy box full of dolls and play.
This is a job, Gabby. You’re not here to play. You need the money, so don’t do anything to get yourself fired.
“Do you have any questions?”
Bringing her attention back to the tall man who was staring down at her, she shook her head.
“No, Sir.”
He smiled, “No formalities with me, Gabby. You may call me Zane. Come on. I’ll get you a key. When can you start?”
“Right away, if that’s okay?” she asked, feeling a bit unsure.
She didn’t want to sound needy, but she needed to make some money. Raff had shoved a few hundred dollars in her purse before she left Reno, even though she tried to tell him that she couldn’t accept it. That had earned her his stern Dom look, and she had caved.
She appreciated that the man seemed to truly care about her well-being. He had been unhappy when she told him that she was moving to Seattle and insisted on getting her a job with a club where he knew the owner. He told her that Zane was one of the best guys he knew, so he had made the call, and here she was.
Raff had asked her why she wanted to move to Seattle and she’d refused to tell him. He had grumbled about that non-stop for weeks, but at the same time, he knew Gabby was a closed-off person, so he hadn’t pressed it. If it hadn’t been for Raff, she had no idea where she would be, so she would always be grateful for his kind heart. She hoped that one day she would be able to thank him properly.
Zane nodded, “Of course. How about tomorrow? It doesn’t matter to me what hours you work as long as you don’t come or go when it’s dark out.”
She nodded, “How about if I come at eight tomorrow morning?”
“Works for me. Here’s a key, and here’s my card. If you need anything at all, you can call or text me day or night.”
“Thank you. I promise to do a good job.”
Zane nodded and smiled. Gabby took the card and key and nodded, giving a small smile before she walked out of the entrance. It wasn’t until she slammed the door to her car and was safely inside that the looming panic attack that had been threatening her the entire time that she had been in the club finally broke loose, and she let out a sob.
She was no stranger to panic attacks. They had plagued her for years and had become so debilitating that she could hardly function in day-to-day life. She couldn’t hold down a job because of her anxiety, so she had been living on the streets with no job or money when Raff had found her. When he offered her a job at his club, she’d been terrified and told him she couldn’t function at a job or be around people. He had assured her she would be working alone at her own pace and wouldn’t have anyone hovering over her.
The older man had even set her up with a private room in the club for several months until she’d found a room for rent that she could afford with the wages he was paying her. Gabby never understood why he’d chosen to look after her, but she was thankful that he had.
Once her panic attack ceased, and she could finally breathe again, Gabby pulled her car out of the parking lot and drove about a mile down the road to a grocery store parking lot. It would do for the time being. Eventually, she would find a room to rent in Seattle, but until then, the back seat of her car was the only bedroom she could afford.
Gabby was exhausted and could barely move by the time she was parked and had put up shades in all of her windows. It was a blessing that she had been able to stay awake long enough after her attack to be able to drive her car away from the parking lot of her new job. She didn’t think the owner would appreciate her living in her car on his property. Lying back in the driver’s seat, she faded to sleep within seconds of closing her eyes.
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