“I’m definitelynotyour dad, sassy girl.But if you don’t get your smart ass downstairs in nine minutes, I might decide to flip you onto your stomach, yank that towel off you, and spank your naughty bottom until you lose your attitude.”
I gasp.Fuck.I thought he was gone.My face heats as I realize he heard me talking back to him.I don’t even know who I am right now.I never behave this way and certainly not in front of my dad or any of his friends.
I sit upright, thinking to apologize, but he’s gone.I hear his steps on the stairs.My heart is racing as I go back over his last words to me.Did he really just threaten to spank me?Surely I misheard him.
What I know for certain is that I shouldn’t fuck around any longer.I don’t want Myles to call my dad and tell him he picked me up drunk last night.Whatever terms he intends to negotiate, I need to accept.Even though I’m an adult, my dad thinks I’m twelve.I wouldn’t put it past him to yank me out of school and make me move to Germany.I’d have to repeat my entire last semester if I dropped out.
It’s ridiculous.I’m a grown woman.I’ll be twenty-one next week.I’m too old for my father to pull me out of school.It’s absurd.But what he can easily do is stop paying for anything.He pays my tuition, my rent, and all my expenses.I’ve never had a real job.He said my job was to get good grades and finish school.
Yeah, he would be very disappointed if he found out Myles had to pick me up drunk from a bar and hold my hair back while I vomited.I’ve never gotten into this kind of trouble before.I wouldn’t want to test it out to find out how my dad would react.So, I’m at Myles’s mercy.
I hurry over to check the drawers.One of them has bras and panties.My face heats as I imagine Myles emptying my suitcase into these drawers.Did he also pack for me?He must have.I really need to know what happened between the time I headed back into the bar to do shots with my friends after reporting my car stolen again and waking up in Myles’s guest room.
The only flashes of memory I have are of Myles holding my hair while I vomited.I’m not even sure where that happened.Here?At the bar?My house?If he drove me home, why didn’t he leave me there?
I slip into a matching white bra-and-panty set before finding socks, jeans, a sweater, and tennis shoes.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to down the juice, brush my teeth, and work a comb through my tangled hair, I’m ready to head downstairs.
Chapter4
Madison
My head isn’t pounding quite as badly, but it still hurts like a motherfucker.I take my time on the stairs, not wanting to fall.I’m still dizzy.When I step into the kitchen, I hesitate.The room smells of bacon, and for a moment, I fear I might heave another time.
Myles spots me and smirks yet again.It’s a look that makes me want to flip him off, but I’ve already done that, and I very much doubt he appreciated it.He nods toward the table.“Sit.”
I shuffle closer, finally lowering into the chair.
“Have some more juice.”He points toward the glass as he sets a plate of food in front of me.“Start with the toast.I promise you’ll be able to eat in a few minutes.You need the food in your system.”
My hand shakes as I drink the juice.I’m surprised that it goes down as easily as it does.
Myles sits across from me, his palms wrapped around his mug of coffee.He stares at me.
I squirm.I don’t like the look on his face.But also I do like it.It’s the look I fantasize about.The firm Dom glare.The one that says I was a naughty girl and he’s going to punish me.
My face heats, and I jerk my gaze to the toast.“You said you had a proposition for me.Let’s hear it.”
He leans forward, setting his elbows on the table.“I said I had an alternative solution to your problem, Madison.”
I hate that he keeps calling me that.He’s always called me Maddie.He knows I prefer it.But I don’t argue right now.It doesn’t seem wise.He has my life in his hands.
“Fine.Alternative solution.What is it?”
He rises from the table and returns a moment later to set a cup of tea next to my plate.Herbal.It’s my favorite flavor—peppermint vanilla.
I take a sip.It goes down nicely.I take another.“Thank you.”
“How many times have you gotten drunk like that, Madison?”
“Never.”
“Really?”
“Really.”I meet his gaze so he knows I’m not lying.“That was my first time.I swear.You really didn’t tell my dad yet?”
“No.But I didn’t like lying to him.I’m hoping you’re willing to accept my suggestion so that he doesn’t have to find out.Because you’re right, he would probably make you drop out of school and join him in Germany.Is that what you want, Madison?”
