Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Maybe I’m a wolf,” I tell him bravely. “Or one of the lucky ones who catches a break.”
“Maybe,” he says with a shrug, sipping from his mug. “But until you fly off to stardom, you have a job and work for me. And I need you to cover at the bar tonight.”
“Fine,” I concede. “I’ll be there by eight.”
“Seven,” he barks.
Dick.
The mall is bustling when I get there and I feel a little out of sorts wandering around alone trying not to feel like I have a bomb in my purse rather than a load of cash.
I see a shop I’ve always admired, but could never afford to go inside before.
Lucca loves window shopping, but for me, I always hated it. If I can’t have those things, I don’t want to see them. It’s cruel.
Pushing inside, I discover it smells of expensive perfume and wealth inside. Gloss white floor shiny enough to reflect your image back at you holds racks of clothing more expensive than the average person’s rent.
Yikes.
I bet Adele shops at places like this.
I bet Ronan does too.
Walking over to the formal section, I bite my lip, taking in all the pretty gowns. So many glitzy, sparkling dresses beg for my attention. Suddenly, I feel as though I’m a little girl once again, wanting to be a big music star.
The dresses are pricey, but my purse is heavy. For once, I give in. I try on all the beautiful dresses without any regard to the price tag with help of an elegant shop assistant. At first, she frowned at me and followed me around the store for the first few minutes until I opened my purse to get my phone out and my stack of cash flashed in her eyes. She was like the best friend I never had after that.
Eventually, I end up with a fitted, shimmery black number with long sleeves and an open back. It’s classic and sexy. Within an hour, I’ve chosen jewelry and shoes to go with it.
One outfit.
I’ve come up with one outfit.
This is harder than I thought.
When I’m tired and think I may quit for the day, my phone buzzes.
Ronan: Did you buy anything yet?
My heart flutters thinking of seeing his name in my phone for the first time after he added it. My cheeks heat thinking of our call last night.
Me: I found a beautiful black dress, Mr. Hayes.
He replies back immediately.
Ronan: Mr. Hayes? You changed your mind about what to call me? And black? I thought we were steering away from the norm…
His admonishing tone through text makes me sit up straighter. I change his contact in my phone to Daddy and snap a picture of the fabric beneath the bag.
Me: Turns out, I was buying the wrong black all along. This black, I think you’ll approve of.
Daddy: Good girl. Can’t wait to see it on you.
My skin flushes at his praise. How is it this man gets inside of me so easily?
Daddy: Make sure to purchase some more casual things. And I’d love to take you to dinner. I have standing reservations at most of the restaurants in town. Dress nicely for those times.
I let out an unladylike snort.
Me: Sure thing, Dad.
As soon as I hit send, I worry he’ll be offended. It’s just that his bossiness had me feeling playful.
Daddy: That’s Daddy to you, sweetheart. Don’t sass me. I’d hate to have to redden that beautiful ass of yours.
Heat pools in my belly and I wonder if my cheeks are blazing red. What I do know is my panties are soaked and I should buy some new ones while I’m at it. Silk…lace…
Me: What do you prefer? Lace or silk?
My phone rings and his name pops up on the screen. I panic and drop the phone. It’s different when I’m alone in my room to being at a store in front of people. His voice does things to me and I know it will be apparent for anyone who looks at me.
Daddy: Sweetness, answer the phone.
His command is sugary, but still that. A command. I find myself straightening and eager to please. What does this man do to me? This time, when he calls, I answer.
“Hello?” I say, my voice breathless.
“Your question was vague, Sof. Are we talking dresses or underwear?” he rumbles.
“Panties,” I whisper as I pick up my things and head to the dressing room to get some privacy.
“Who will you be wearing them for?”
I freeze at his words. Does he want me to say him? Or…
“For me,” I say after a beat of silence. His heavy breathing and words make me weak with need.
“That’s a good answer,” he praises. “This is all about you. Finding out what you want and like—and taking it.”
Damn, I want him.
Can I go to him and take what I need?