A meal withthemisneverjust a meal.
What fresh hell awaits me this time?
Fuck my life!
Chapter Twenty
After the recording session, I mentioned Daddy’s phone call and his insistence that we join him for lunch. To my surprise, Colt readily agreed.
Now, I’m pacing the bedroom floor while Colt takes his time in the shower.
What am I doing?
Introducing Colt to Daddy feels like amonumental mistake.
My heart pounds so fiercely it feels like it might burst from my chest, only to be stomped on by Daddy. Running a hand through my hair, I continue pacing, trying to steady my racing thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, I remind myself that Colt’s willingness to meet Daddy is a positive step. Perhaps, despite my fears, this luncheon could go better than I expect.
“You okay, baby?” Colt asks.
I turn to look at him, and he’s wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest glistens with water droplets running down his tattooed chest, heading south to whereIwant to be.
“Dee, stop ogling and talk to me,” he says, snapping me out of my lust-induced trance. I shake my head and focus on his face instead of his rock-hard abs and his drop-dead sexy V leading…
South.
“Dee!”
My head snaps up again, and I exhale loudly. “Put on some damn clothes, will you? I can’t concentrate with you standing there all wet and gorgeous and practically naked.”
Colt smirks and drops his towel to the floor, and I’m pretty sure—no, I am sure—my ovaries explode. He chuckles and walks over to me, taking my cheeks in his hands and pulling me up to look at his face.
“You just want me for my body,” he says with a smirk and leans in, kissing me quickly. Then, walking back to his towel, he picks it up and dries himself.
Well, at least he stopped me from thinking about Daddy for a minute.
Fuck!Daddy and Colt.
Shit!Colt and Daddy.
Shit!
Fuck!
Shit, fuck, shit!
I start to pace the floor again.
“Dee, it’ll be fine. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
I scoff like he’s being an idiot. “Of course you will. It’s Daddy who won’t be. He’ll be a right royal arse, Colt,” I reply.
He simply chuckles in response.
“It’s not funny, Colt. After meeting him, that man will ensure you hate me. I just know it.” I start to panic.
Colt walks over and holds me at arm’s length. “Dee, I can handle your father. Trust me… I’ve dealt with worse.”
