Jeez Louise, calm down, big guy.
“Fine. Whatever. Just know that I don’t feel good about using you for money—”
“You’re not using me for money,” he repeated, his voice rougher this time. If he raised his voice a little more, everyone else in the store could listen to this conversation.
“Well, it feels like I am.”
“You’re not.”
“Still.”
“Lana.” He frowned at me, not looking pleased as he took a step toward me. I tilted my head back to look up at him, but stood my ground no matter how intimidating he was. “Put in that cart whatever the fuck you want without looking at the prices. Have I made myself clear?”
As serious as he was, and as much as he made my heart hammer for some stupid reason, I couldn’t stay serious.
I snorted and crossed my arms. “Yes, Daddy.”
My eyes widened instantly when I heard the words come out of my mouth, and I wanted to run and hide. But as my cheeks turned bright red, I couldn’t get my feet to move. Or any part of my body, for that matter.
A hint of amusement, then anger flashed in his eyes, and he raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. “Say that again.”
“I-I…” Laughing nervously, I shifted on my feet. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Say it again, Lana.”
My mouth parted, and I kept my eyes on his as his gaze darkened.
“I…”
“I’m not gonna ask again.”
We were in the middle of the grocery store, and he wanted to hear me call him daddy again.Holy shit, what the fuck?
“Lana.”
The more he said my name, the more permanent the goosebumps on my skin became. And I hated it.
No, I liked it.
Ah,shit!
Shit, shit, shit, shit!
I snapped out of the trance he managed to put me in and shook my head with another laugh. “I’m not saying that again. It was a joke. I didn’t mean it.”
“You were mocking me,” he stated, but even with that knowledge, he didn’t step away.
“Yeah, kinda.”
“But I am your daddy.”
“Stepdaddy,” I corrected, then quickly lifted my finger. “Ex-stepdaddy.”
I needed to stop saying daddy.
Ugh, more goosebumps.
Gross.
