They were perfect.
“Get down here.” It came out gruffer than I’d planned.
“But I—?”
“You don’t need anything, I’m taking care of you, remember, so get down here now.”
She frowned. “Are you sure…?”
“Do it.”
She took a step. “Why?”
“Because if I come up there, we won’t be going out.” I shoved my hand down my pants and adjusted an uncomfortable erection.
“We won’t?”
“No, we’ll be fucking, and it’s been a while, so it’ll be rougher than my little girl is expecting.”
“Oh…I…” Her cheeks flared red as she hurried down the stairs. “Okay. Thanks for the warning.”
Chapter Three
Amy
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, Mitch blew out a long, steadying breath and smiled.
“You look fucking amazing. Daddy is very pleased with you.” He removed his Ray-Bans and poked them into the collar of his top.
“I’m glad that you’re pleased.” I handed him the key to my apartment, and he slipped it into his jeans pocket.
“You should be, you did very well.” He shoved the door open and indicated for me to step outside. “And I think you’ll be wearing those socks a lot.”
I giggled, enjoying my victory. The outfit had taken ages to plan and had included an emergency trip to a local shop that sold socks and ribbons. “Pushed your big boy buttons, huh?”
“Something like that.” He took my hand in his.
His skin was warm, his fingers huge, and the firm grip made me feel safe; as though he was a raft I could cling to out at sea. “So where are we going?”
“There’s an Italian near here I like.”
“Ah, good, I love Italian food. I didn’t go to any restaurants growing up, but now I occasionally go out with work colleagues to eat, and Italian is my favorite.”
“What are your colleagues like?” He steered us left at the end of the street.
“Like the family I never had, or…” I paused. “At least they are becoming that way. It’s taken me a long time, you know, to build a career, relationships, and trust, too, I suppose. I never really felt like I could trust anyone on the outside before I metBecca, and now some colleagues who have become friends, I trust them, too.”
“That’s understandable after what you went through as a kid.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip.
“What?” he asked, glancing down at me.
“I guess I’m…”
“You can tell me.” He kept on walking. “I want you to.”
I stared straight ahead. “I guess I’m trusting you much sooner than I normally would, you know, coming out like this, no handbag, phone, just trusting you entirely to look after me.”
