by Pepper North
The Magic of Twelve: Indigo
Pepper North
Text copyright ©2019 Pepper North
All Rights Reserved
Author’s Note:
The following story is completely fictional. The characters are all over the age of 18 and as adults choose to live their lives in an age play environment. This is a series of books that can be read in any order. You may, however, choose to read them sequentially to enjoy the characters best. Subsequent books will feature characters that appear in previous novels as well as new faces.
Contents
Dear Reader
Other titles by Pepper North
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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Afterword
An invitation to be part of Pepper’s Littles League!
About the Author
Dear Reader
Happy almost Thanksgiving 2019! My favorite part of Thanksgiving isn’t the turkey, casseroles, or even the pecan pie, it’s taking time to realize what I’m thankful for this year. The last two years have been a whirlwind for me. A new, unexpected career and unbelievable fans have combined to create a totally different world for me.
I’d like you to know that I’m thankful for you, the fans who choose to read my books, talk to me on social media, and come meet me at book events. You make all the hours at a computer worthwhile and rewarding!
There are more books to come this year. Stay tuned! I can’t wait to see if you’ll love them!
Pepper
Other titles by Pepper North
Zoey: Dr. Richards’ Littles 1
Amy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 2
Carrie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 3
Jake: Dr. Richards’ Littles 4
Angelina: Dr. Richards’ Littles 5
Brad: Dr. Richards’ Littles 6
The Digestive Health Center: Susan’s Story
Charlotte: Dr. Richards’ Littles 7
Sofia and Isabella: Dr. Richards’ Littles 8
Cecily: Dr. Richards’ Littles 9
Tony: Dr. Richards’ Littles 10
The Keepers: Payi
Abigail: Dr. Richards’ Littles 11
Madi: Dr. Richards’ Littles 12
Penelope: Dr. Richards’ Littles 13
Christmas with the Littles & Wendy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 14
Olivia: Dr. Richards’ Littles 15
Matty & Emma: Dr. Richards’ Littles 16
The Magic of Twelve: Violet
Fiona: Dr. Richards’ Littles 17
The Keepers: Pien
Oliver: Dr. Richards’ Littles 18
The Magic of Twelve: Marigold
Luna: Dr. Richards’ Littles 19
Lydia & Neil: Dr. Richards’ Littles 20
A Little Vacation South of the Border
The Magic of Twelve: Hazel
Roxy: Dr. Richards’ Littles 21
Dr. Richards’ Littles: First Anniversary Collection
Jillian: Dr. Richards’ Littles 22
The Magic of Twelve: Sienna
Hunter: Dr. Richards’ Littles 23
Sharing Shelby: A SANCTUM Novel
The Magic of Twelve: Pearl
Dr. Richards’ Littles: MM Collection
Electrostatic Bonds
Grace: Dr. Richards’ Littles 24
Looking After Lindy: A SANCTUM Novel
The Keepers: Naja
Tales from Zoey’s Corner - ABC
Steven: Dr. Richards’ Littles 25
The Magic of Twelve: Violet, Marigold, Hazel
The Magic of Twelve: Primrose
The Keepers Collection
Protecting Priscilla: A SANCTUM Novel
One Sweet Treat: A SANCTUM Novel
The Magic of Twelve: Sky
Sylvie: Dr. Richards’ Littles 26
(appears in the Dirty Daddies Anniversary Anthology)
Tami: Dr. Richards’ Littles 27
Liam: Dr. Richards’ Littles 28
Dr. Richards’ Littles: 2nd Anniversary Collection
Picking Poppy: A SANCTUM Novel
The Magic of Twelve: Amber
Tim: Dr. Richards’ Littles 29
Once Upon A Time: A Dr. Richards’ Littles Story
Rescuing Rita: A SANCTUM Novel
The Magic of Twelve: Indigo
Chapter 1
Finally, Indigo reached the bottom of the urgent, urgent, urgent forms that needed to be entered into the computer before she could leave for the night. That left the urgent, urgent forms and everything below them to wait for tomorrow. The young brunette carefully placed her pink ceramic pig on the to-do tomorrow pile.
Squeals had been her toothbrush holder when she was a kid. She still loved the bright fuchsia figurine. There wasn’t room for Squeals to sit safely on the microscopic counter in her bathroom so Indigo used her as a paperweight. The cheerful pig almost made the to-do pile less depressing. Almost.
Indigo had worked on autopilot for the afternoon - ever since she’d seen it. Standing up with her shoulders rounded, Indigo tried to make sure that no one would notice that she’d tucked a piece of paper into her bra. She’d been super lucky that her hovering supervisor had been occupied yelling at another data entry operator two rows over. It was against the rules to take any client data from the building with the penalty of instant dismissal.
Thank goodness most employees had finished an hour ago. She could only hear the rustle of a few unlucky souls who had also been unable to leave until they finished some task. Their desks were lit with isolating puddles of light. The energy saver lights had automatically dimmed any area of the cube farm where they didn’t sense movement.
Quickly thrusting her arms through her sleeves and zipping up the front of her puffy coat, Indigo covered the faint outline of the folded paper. She hadn’t even gone to the bathroom since she’d read that same line repeated over and over. Picking up her lunch tote and throwing her purse over her shoulder, Indigo headed toward the restroom conveniently placed by the door.
Not trusting that there were no cameras in the bathroom, Indigo quickly peed before washing her hands and heading toward the door without touching the paper under her coat. She held her breath as she walked past the security guard standing at the door. Would she be caught and fired as she walked from the building? With a push, the revolving door allowed her to walk through to freedom.
Without a look behind her, Indigo began to walk through the parking lot. As always, she rolled her eyes at the expensive cars that lined the front rows. Those were the senior employees who made more money than she’d ever see in her lifetime. At least they were still there. Their lives revolved around the business. No, the company was their life, she thought.
Suddenly the walk to the far end of the parking lot where Indigo was assigned a space seemed less negative. She couldn’t imagine being married to this job. With a beep from her key fob, Indigo opened her door and slid inside. Two minutes later, she was out of the parking lot and on her way home.
Pressing a hand over the padding of her bra, Indigo pushed the folded note against her skin. What did it me
an? Was it meant for her? Who knew? The words repeated on the paper over and over flashed into her mind.
Do not trust anyone until your Daddy can protect you!
She shivered in reaction to the words. They implied that someone would try to hurt her. Why? She hadn’t ever harmed anyone. At least not deliberately.
In her mind, there was one word that dominated all the rest. Daddy. She didn’t remember ever calling her father Daddy. It had always been Dad for as long as she could remember. And why was it capitalized? It would have been marked in red ink by Sister Maria Helena, who’d taught English at her Catholic high school.
The heavy traffic didn’t allow her to think often of the message, but it lurked at the back of her mind. Driving through to pick up Mexican takeout, Indigo promised her almost empty wallet that she would go to the grocery store tomorrow after work. It was just so much easier to pick up something to take home. Plus, she had to admit fast food tasted better than her own sad cooking.
Finally, pulling into a parking spot behind her apartment complex, Indigo quickly grabbed her purse, lunch tote, and the fast-food bag. She dashed into the double doors and stopped in her tracks. Todd Green stood at the elevator in his sweaty running shorts and a tight t-shirt.
She attempted to walk casually to join him but tripped over the edge of the rug by the door. Catching herself with the hand that held her dinner, Indigo listened to the crunch that revealed her tacos were now crushed. Her face flamed with heat, and she knew that Todd Green had just seen her uncoordinated move.
Indigo never thought of him as anything other than the combination of his first and last names. It could have been awkward if she’d been in the position of screaming his name as his amazing body bestowed on hers the orgasms she was sure would always come from having sex with this handsome man. Since the chances of ever lying naked under this man were below zero percent, she’d chosen to keep calling him by the name typed on his mailbox in the hall. He was simply, Todd Green.
The elevator doors opened, and he walked inside. Indigo rushed forward to press the call button again when the doors began to close. He’d seen her, hadn’t he? she wondered when he didn’t hold the doors for her.
As she rushed into the elevator, Todd Green moved to stand in the corner. Silence filled the elevator as the doors began to close again.
“Hi!” she said happily. She’d never had a chance to actually talk to him.
“You’d be in better shape if you took the stairs to the second floor and if you didn’t eat garbage,” came the condescending remark out of those luscious red lips that she’d dreamed of kissing.
“Um? Probably?” she answered, blinking at his rudeness. This was not the way she’d envisioned their first private meeting.
The doors opened on her floor, and she exited with one final look at the ugly sneer on the handsome man who suddenly wasn’t at all attractive. She paused outside, waiting for the elevator to continue up to the tenth floor. When she heard the motor start to lift the car up, Indigo turned to flip a rude gesture to the shiny metal doors. Jerk!
Carrying her crushed dinner to her door, Indigo shook her head slowly. One more fantasy man dismissed from her dreams. Why do they all turn out to be arrogant asses?
Chapter 2
The Indigo fitted her key into the lock and opened the heavy door. Stepping into her apartment with a sigh of relief, she automatically whirled and locked and bolted the door behind her. Not frightened to be alone, she was always cautious of her surroundings.
Dropping everything onto the coffee table, she sank into the cushions of the couch. Immediately, Indigo shed her puffy coat and threw it to the side. Her hand reached into her neckline and withdrew the piece of paper. She stared at the page, willing it to change into a less confusing message.
Do not trust anyone until your Daddy can protect you!
Five minutes later, she set it on the table and picked up her dinner. Sitting back on the couch, she pulled out the crushed tacos. Indigo ate them, scooping up the messy mixture with her fingers. Was it a joke or a test? she wondered as she looked at the now crumpled sheet of paper.
The company didn’t encourage interaction between the data entry operators. A supervisor sat at an elevated desk behind clusters of cubicles, ready to swoop down to intercede if the employees wasted time. There wasn’t a break room for lunches. Everyone ate alone at their desks. The restrooms were even located at the front of the building to dissuade anyone from taking frequent breaks.
Indigo tilted her head back to drop the last morsels into her mouth. She’d been at her desk all day when the papers were dropped off. It would have had to come from the big bosses on the floors above her or the delivery guy. There was no way that they knew she loved those books.
Coming home to an empty apartment each evening, Indigo escaped from the lonely reality of her life through books. She’d moved here when she landed the glamorous city job. Her escape from the small-town life hadn’t proven to be what she’d envisioned.
Back home, she’d discounted all the available men for a variety of reasons going all the way back to if they ate glue in kindergarten. Here, she worked in a sea of many females. Her work hours were often long, and she was too exhausted to get dolled up to go out to meet people at bars. The only people she met in her large apartment building turned out to be jerks like Todd Green.
She carefully wiped her hands on a napkin and picked up the paper. Holding it to the light, she could see the faintest hazy outline of the typical forms that she dealt with on the paper. It was as if someone or something had erased the image and typed that one sentence eight times.
Loud knocking on her door made her jump. Rising from the couch, she hesitated. She wasn’t expecting anyone. No one ever visited her apartment. Her distinctive blue eyes landed on the paper sitting on the coffee table. Instantly, she chided herself, I’m letting someone’s joke make me paranoid.
Squaring her shoulders, she walked to the door. She fit her eye to the peephole just as the door rattled again under the insistent blows on the door. Indigo watched the large, knocking hand lift away from the door to reveal a handsome man standing at her door.
“Hello?” the man called loudly as if he knew that she was on the other side of the door.
A shiver of foreboding slid down Indigo’s spine. She looked back at that letter and backed away from the door. Picking up her cell phone from her jumbled possessions on the coffee table, a voice echoed in her brain to tell her she shouldn’t answer the door.
She’d always listened to that little voice in the back of her mind. Telling no one about it, Indigo figured that it was a form of the intuition everyone seemed to have. The voice she heard was just different from their descriptions. It was masculine, deep, and loving.
Indigo had wished as a teenager that the voice was actually someone else talking to her. A man who would be so handsome that her heart beat faster just to be close to him. A man who loved her more than anyone else.
Shaking her teenage dreams out of her mind as the knocking started again, Indigo looked down at her phone and found the emergency button. Her finger hovered over the lighted spot as she looked up to stare at the door. Mentally willing whoever was at the door to go away, Indigo forced herself to breathe quietly.
Silence finally resounded on the other side of the door. Creeping forward slowly, Indigo looked out the peephole. Confused, she pulled her eye away from the scope to fit her other eye against the passageway. Still, she couldn’t see anything. Something blue blocked her view.
She didn’t need to leave until tomorrow. She’d be braver when it was light. Quietly piling a few cans in front of the door to make a racket if anyone tried to come into her apartment, Indigo laughed at herself. She’d probably open the door to find that she’d missed a delivery.
After showering with the door open to hear, Indigo climbed into bed. She plugged her phone into the charger and turned off the light. After tossing and turning for several minutes, she rolled out of bed and w
alked out to the living room. The white paper glowed in the darkness. Indigo picked it up and carried it into the bedroom to sit it on her nightstand. This time when she closed her eyes, she drifted immediately to sleep.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Indigo woke to look at the clock. Eight minutes early, she thought with disgust. Rolling over, she closed her eyes to replay the dream that had consumed her mind overnight. She didn’t understand it. It was as if she watched a scene unfold before her eyes. Removed, she instinctively knew that she couldn’t interact with them.
She’d seen eight young women sitting in a semi-circle. They’d linked their hands together as they stared at something before them. A look of intense concentration wrinkled each of their faces. Indigo knew that whatever they were doing was important. That she needed to pay attention.
Her eyes strayed to a shadowy figure that sat watching the women. She couldn’t understand his size. Totally out of perspective, she told herself. He was huge. Obviously tall, his frame was broad and muscular. Her fingers still itched to run along those shoulders before rising to thread through his thick hair..
BRRRRRR! Indigo jumped against the pillows as her eyes flew back open. It took several seconds for her to realize that it was her alarm. Rolling over with a groan, she flipped off the alarm and forced herself out of bed.
Fifteen minutes later, she was dressed and staring at herself in the mirror. Carefully stroking on the mascara to make her blue eyes appear even larger, Indigo smiled at her reflection. She had her mother’s beautiful eyes.
